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HOW A DROP OF ICE CREAM CHANGED MY LIFE: MY K-DRAMA LOVE STORY

It’s been almost 15 years, but I remember it like it was last night.

I was 11 years old, up way past my bedtime—9 p.m. on a Sunday, the kind of rebellion that felt thrilling when you’re a kid. I was flipping through channels, desperate for something to hold my attention, when I stumbled onto a show in a language I’d never heard before. The people looked different from anyone I’d ever seen, growing up in a mostly Black country. And then—bam—I was thrown into a scene that made my blood boil.

Rich, arrogant bad boy Goo Joon Pyo ordered a timid girl to lick ice cream off his shoe. I was stunned. Furious. But before I could process it, in came Geum Jan Di—tiny, fierce, and unapologetically bold. She stood up to him like a superhero. And just like that, I was hooked.

I became a Sunday night ninja, trading afternoon remote time with my sisters, sneaking into the living room after bedtime, devouring episodes like they were forbidden candy. Then came I’m Sorry, I Love You, and I learned what it meant to sympathise with a character like they were family. Innocent Man taught me that sometimes, love means walking away—even when it hurts—because that’s what’s best for both of you.

Then life happened. I drifted away from dramas for a few years. But in my final year of high school, something—some show I can’t even name—pulled me back in. And I fell hard. Again.

At first, I was loyal to K-dramas. They were my first love, my comfort zone. I thought Chinese and Japanese dramas were just the same, but in different languages. (Spoiler: they’re not.) Korean dramas had shaped how I saw relationships, how I understood emotion, how I found solace in storytelling. I wasn’t ready to let go.

But then came the rut. The dreaded rut. Nothing excited me anymore. No plot twist, no slow-burn romance, no cliff-hanger could keep me up past midnight. I was desperate. So I took a chance—and clicked on a C-drama.

I don’t remember the title. I just remember the feeling: This is new. This is different. This is good.

That one click opened a door I’d been pretending didn’t exist. And now? That door is knocked clean off the hinges. My watchlist is a beautiful mess of languages and genres. K-dramas, C-dramas, J-dramas—if it tells a good story, I’m in.

500+ dramas watched. 50+ waiting. And somehow, it still feels like the beginning.

These shows aren’t just entertainment. They’re pieces of me. They’ve shaped how I see the world, how I connect with people, how I find comfort when everything feels too loud. They’ve taught me that love can be messy, grief can be quiet, and sometimes, the smallest moment—like a drop of ice cream—can change your life forever.