Dearest Math
If I can finally find the replay button on a new phone within five minutes instead of five months, I can do it.
If I can download songs without as much difficulty as before,
I am in fact, a changed person.
Whole new human.
I have rebirthed and returned as some superhero.
I am cereal.
Chemistry, too.
Don't you dare look down on me.
I'll gobble that down soon enough,
And stop flunking.
Pft.
Sunday, 29 November 2015
Saturday, 28 November 2015
You don't have to go against something if you don't agree with it.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=X1Fqn9du7xo
I like his music, but it ain't the point here.
Signing the counter petition may or may not have an effect
Regardless, you just have to do it.
What's so incredulous is that there are people out there who would be so narrow minded and ignorant, and that music is no longer music if one's sexuality isn't the norm.
Like what?!
'Protecting' is from harm. Not from something different.
Just because it isn't acceptable to you doesn't mean that it is wrong or 'dangerous'.
Through your 'shielding', what the next generation will ever know of is whatever you choose to tell them, instead of what the world has to offer or even what they start thinking of on their own.
That is not parenting.
Sure we're a conservative bunch,
And it's hard to get permission to volunteer
But I never knew that there were such extremes.
Still, this doesn't reflect my country.
Or at least, not the people that I know of.
Yes.
I like his music, but it ain't the point here.
Signing the counter petition may or may not have an effect
Regardless, you just have to do it.
What's so incredulous is that there are people out there who would be so narrow minded and ignorant, and that music is no longer music if one's sexuality isn't the norm.
Like what?!
'Protecting' is from harm. Not from something different.
Just because it isn't acceptable to you doesn't mean that it is wrong or 'dangerous'.
Through your 'shielding', what the next generation will ever know of is whatever you choose to tell them, instead of what the world has to offer or even what they start thinking of on their own.
That is not parenting.
Sure we're a conservative bunch,
And it's hard to get permission to volunteer
But I never knew that there were such extremes.
Still, this doesn't reflect my country.
Or at least, not the people that I know of.
Yes.
Friday, 27 November 2015
Yay or Nay?
Disclaimer: YES I've always wanted to make this claim. Not that there's much to claim anyway. Oh uh, right. The following contains brain farts extended along with bits of diarrhea. You've been warned.
I envision the scene to be played out with this.
After the breakup (Really liking this)
The first day they met,
It was like magic.
She walked into the room with an energy so upbeat and withheld at the same time that it was impossible not to notice her.
A smile that was both warm and distant,
A tight-lipped one that hinted at secrets and extreme differences.
Cascading curls reflecting the boring lights of the tense room, instantaneously catching the attention of many.
She wasn't pretty
Nor was she strikingly stunning.
Her face was oval, flat, with lips that quirked up at the ends randomly, discreet and as though it were at quiet inside jokes for her, and her alone.
Her eyes were a stark contrast from the rest of her otherwise plain and normal face.
They were an intense stare that threatened to penetrate armory people held so dearly onto, a soft blanket of warmth only the one huddled in it knew.
Dark green and with a silent and gentle sadness to it,
It left an impression.
It made her memorable even in dreams the days to come.
.
He however walked into the room with a less complex aura.
It was straightforward, yet musty as though it held a slight undertone to it.
Jet black hair gelled backwards to form a neat poof at the top, trimmed sides that emphasize the volume at the top, high forehead exposed,
Further elongating his face.
His eyes were focused,
On people and things alike
Yet it flicks away quickly at certain moments like he's uncomfortable with extended eye contact.
Layered,
It gives the first impression of cheerfulness and being lovable.
He laughed with his teeth showing,
Thin lips drawn upwards, exposing gums like there wasn't anything to be hid
Dark eyes twinkling and humorous.
Except that all one saw when eye contact was established
Was a wall.
A tall fence to be climbed,
A well of emotions within.
If his face were to be described
It would be average.
Average and poker-faced.
He was lanky and tall enough to be noticed
And he often looked deep in thought, slightly amused at the things he observes.
.
The moment she arrived,
He saw her.
The moment she arrived,
She saw him.
It was sparks.
The non-romantic kind,
The shivery kind.
The kind so rough and unlike smooth pebbles
The kind like sandpaper incapable of rubbing the sharpness off anything.
It was attraction at first sight
But it wasn't really.
Yet the two of them stared,
Stared hard, stared close.
Time was an incessant nag at the back of both their minds
But it was unnecessary and boring that way.
Neither of them had heard the other speak
They did not know of the voice and the brain
But they imagined.
His would be soothing and calm.
Hers would be smooth and confident.
Both of them would like completely contrasting music.
They would be very different and yet have things to talk about.
They would watch plays together, critique poetry and dance without grace to music within their heads, they would go traveling with toothbrushes, the clothes they have on and money, they would try out figure modelling despite being shy about nudity.
Both would be charming in the way they carried themselves.
Both would have tempers they controlled and seldom showed.
Both would be the type to take an eternity to know and understand.
So then they took steps toward one another
For it was clear
.
.
This was something they both wanted and knew.
I envision the scene to be played out with this.
After the breakup (Really liking this)
The first day they met,
It was like magic.
She walked into the room with an energy so upbeat and withheld at the same time that it was impossible not to notice her.
A smile that was both warm and distant,
A tight-lipped one that hinted at secrets and extreme differences.
Cascading curls reflecting the boring lights of the tense room, instantaneously catching the attention of many.
She wasn't pretty
Nor was she strikingly stunning.
Her face was oval, flat, with lips that quirked up at the ends randomly, discreet and as though it were at quiet inside jokes for her, and her alone.
Her eyes were a stark contrast from the rest of her otherwise plain and normal face.
They were an intense stare that threatened to penetrate armory people held so dearly onto, a soft blanket of warmth only the one huddled in it knew.
Dark green and with a silent and gentle sadness to it,
It left an impression.
It made her memorable even in dreams the days to come.
.
He however walked into the room with a less complex aura.
It was straightforward, yet musty as though it held a slight undertone to it.
Jet black hair gelled backwards to form a neat poof at the top, trimmed sides that emphasize the volume at the top, high forehead exposed,
Further elongating his face.
His eyes were focused,
On people and things alike
Yet it flicks away quickly at certain moments like he's uncomfortable with extended eye contact.
Layered,
It gives the first impression of cheerfulness and being lovable.
He laughed with his teeth showing,
Thin lips drawn upwards, exposing gums like there wasn't anything to be hid
Dark eyes twinkling and humorous.
Except that all one saw when eye contact was established
Was a wall.
A tall fence to be climbed,
A well of emotions within.
If his face were to be described
It would be average.
Average and poker-faced.
He was lanky and tall enough to be noticed
And he often looked deep in thought, slightly amused at the things he observes.
.
The moment she arrived,
He saw her.
The moment she arrived,
She saw him.
It was sparks.
The non-romantic kind,
The shivery kind.
The kind so rough and unlike smooth pebbles
The kind like sandpaper incapable of rubbing the sharpness off anything.
It was attraction at first sight
But it wasn't really.
Yet the two of them stared,
Stared hard, stared close.
Time was an incessant nag at the back of both their minds
But it was unnecessary and boring that way.
Neither of them had heard the other speak
They did not know of the voice and the brain
But they imagined.
His would be soothing and calm.
Hers would be smooth and confident.
Both of them would like completely contrasting music.
They would be very different and yet have things to talk about.
They would watch plays together, critique poetry and dance without grace to music within their heads, they would go traveling with toothbrushes, the clothes they have on and money, they would try out figure modelling despite being shy about nudity.
Both would be charming in the way they carried themselves.
Both would have tempers they controlled and seldom showed.
Both would be the type to take an eternity to know and understand.
So then they took steps toward one another
For it was clear
.
.
This was something they both wanted and knew.
The busiest and most fulfilling holiday thus far.
Peopled out again,
But stuffs have been planned
And you intend to plan more of it anyway.
It feels pretty bad at times
When it feels like you're bossing people around
Cuz you want things to move
And you have ideas
But the ones you're working with aren't the bunch who're more boisterous and spontaneous
It ain't leading,
It felt like you weren't doing it right
A lack of fun or a script you didn't like wasn't the reason like it probably appeared to be.
You can't and shouldn't blame anyone for it either.
It was you without the skills to move things along without making it fun
It was you who doesn't work well with most people.
You can't choose who you work with, too.
Days like these become better when you force yourself to complete things you desperately want to do yet keep procrastinating.
A cold shower works really well, too.
Aaaaand all you require now
Is some sleep
And more completion of work.
But stuffs have been planned
And you intend to plan more of it anyway.
It feels pretty bad at times
When it feels like you're bossing people around
Cuz you want things to move
And you have ideas
But the ones you're working with aren't the bunch who're more boisterous and spontaneous
It ain't leading,
It felt like you weren't doing it right
A lack of fun or a script you didn't like wasn't the reason like it probably appeared to be.
You can't and shouldn't blame anyone for it either.
It was you without the skills to move things along without making it fun
It was you who doesn't work well with most people.
You can't choose who you work with, too.
Days like these become better when you force yourself to complete things you desperately want to do yet keep procrastinating.
A cold shower works really well, too.
Aaaaand all you require now
Is some sleep
And more completion of work.
Wednesday, 25 November 2015
Physical theatre is very.. Physical.
"Water."
"Red."
"Anxiety."
Actions become a little repetitive for one after awhile,
So it really makes you try out different positions and ways of portraying.
Sure you can't dance,
But you tried anyway with unskillful moves.
Along with the attempt at making things flow and smoothening it all,
It was extreme, extreme fun outside of the comfort zone.
You aren't too sure about what to think of it since it has always been something you wanted to try
And exhausting as it was,
It was enjoyable.
Stepping away from naturalistic acting is new and exciting
It requires proximity and much contact with your partner
And while you probably went over the top as with everything,
The fun was in not caring about how you looked and what others thought.
Something about CCA
Apparently I suit the role of a divorcee *chuckles*
Oooookay~
I suppose my face just doesn't scream 'carefree' to people
I'm really having fun tho.. Heheh :D
Oooookay~
I suppose my face just doesn't scream 'carefree' to people
I'm really having fun tho.. Heheh :D
Friday, 20 November 2015
Heavy shelter; Do you hear the storm?
There was a certain forlorn quality to it, the way patients in the Chronic Illness Ward lay in their beds, motionless, with tubes running past them, through them, and into cold machines supposedly meant for comfort and life.
Quiet Chinese songs in the background gives the first impression of serenity, but one minute is all it takes for the loneliness to kick in.
You imagined being in the same position as them
And felt as though it was inappropriate to do anything
As though pity would arise from too much time and feed on pride,
Or the heaviness would leak and expose your weak persona
You felt like crying
And it felt wrong to feel that way.
It was an experience heavier and with much more emotional intensity than you'd first painted it out to be, and while it was an eye-opener and a great experience, it sure closed all thoughts regarding the occupation.
You don't have it in you-- 'The heart' as the lecturer had said, and the capacity to give.
You now have a newfound respect for those in healthcare, particularly nurses.
It was realized, too
That you've been living in a well your whole life
And while it had been clear all along
It has never been as crisp or as distinct.
You are, in fact, so ignorant of the world you can be considered dumb.
You feel dumb.
Other than feelings there should be depth and thoughts, and trains for opinions.
You have no opinions.
You have to improve.
And while feelings still gnaw at your heart and will ever remain a main takeaway from any camp or event that you choose to take part in,
It is time you started filling that empty cavity of a head with more things.
To sum it up?
Talking to mannequins and doing nasogastric tubes or ECGs on them was pretty new.
Learning about epilepsy, wound dressing and taking the blood pressure was interesting.
Listening to unasked-for ghost stories was pretty good, too.
I didn't have much fun, but I learned and I saw.
And I intend to go for more of these.
Quiet Chinese songs in the background gives the first impression of serenity, but one minute is all it takes for the loneliness to kick in.
You imagined being in the same position as them
And felt as though it was inappropriate to do anything
As though pity would arise from too much time and feed on pride,
Or the heaviness would leak and expose your weak persona
You felt like crying
And it felt wrong to feel that way.
It was an experience heavier and with much more emotional intensity than you'd first painted it out to be, and while it was an eye-opener and a great experience, it sure closed all thoughts regarding the occupation.
You don't have it in you-- 'The heart' as the lecturer had said, and the capacity to give.
You now have a newfound respect for those in healthcare, particularly nurses.
It was realized, too
That you've been living in a well your whole life
And while it had been clear all along
It has never been as crisp or as distinct.
You are, in fact, so ignorant of the world you can be considered dumb.
You feel dumb.
Other than feelings there should be depth and thoughts, and trains for opinions.
You have no opinions.
You have to improve.
And while feelings still gnaw at your heart and will ever remain a main takeaway from any camp or event that you choose to take part in,
It is time you started filling that empty cavity of a head with more things.
To sum it up?
Talking to mannequins and doing nasogastric tubes or ECGs on them was pretty new.
Learning about epilepsy, wound dressing and taking the blood pressure was interesting.
Listening to unasked-for ghost stories was pretty good, too.
I didn't have much fun, but I learned and I saw.
And I intend to go for more of these.
Thursday, 19 November 2015
Icy fingers.
Certain people praise too much of a simple action
Blow up a simple 'good job' into a 'wow',
Mesh it into a slimy goo called a 'compliment',
And throw it at you.
In return, you shiver a little
As you grab hold of it,
Unsure of what to do
You smile and the line 'don't say that' pops out like a deflated balloon.
It's nothing much,
But trying to take part in such conversations makes it clear-
'Your fingers are so slender. Mine are so fat.'
'Noooo.. Very nice what. Mine is ugly.'
'No, mine is uglier.'
Errrmaigord.
You're so good at drawing!
That was so smart!
Your voice!
Why, thank you, but no thanks anyway.
We all know that while it may not have been too terrible,
It wasn't godly enough to be elevated to such a painful degree of lubrication.
A compliment is only one when it is heartfelt, true, and not overrated.
Similarly, exclaiming the exact same things at set intervals are just pinwheels spinning in the wind, colorful but invisible, pretty but never leaving an impression.
Taking part in activities such as these are fun since you get to meet new people, but many of them merge together and say so many standard things that sometimes the fun drains away while the discomfort sets in.
No, I'm not 'real' or anything.
I just don't like it, the way it works.
Still, I'm enjoying myself.
Still, I do not appreciate all these expected phrases.
Blow up a simple 'good job' into a 'wow',
Mesh it into a slimy goo called a 'compliment',
And throw it at you.
In return, you shiver a little
As you grab hold of it,
Unsure of what to do
You smile and the line 'don't say that' pops out like a deflated balloon.
It's nothing much,
But trying to take part in such conversations makes it clear-
'Your fingers are so slender. Mine are so fat.'
'Noooo.. Very nice what. Mine is ugly.'
'No, mine is uglier.'
Errrmaigord.
You're so good at drawing!
That was so smart!
Your voice!
Why, thank you, but no thanks anyway.
We all know that while it may not have been too terrible,
It wasn't godly enough to be elevated to such a painful degree of lubrication.
A compliment is only one when it is heartfelt, true, and not overrated.
Similarly, exclaiming the exact same things at set intervals are just pinwheels spinning in the wind, colorful but invisible, pretty but never leaving an impression.
Taking part in activities such as these are fun since you get to meet new people, but many of them merge together and say so many standard things that sometimes the fun drains away while the discomfort sets in.
No, I'm not 'real' or anything.
I just don't like it, the way it works.
Still, I'm enjoying myself.
Still, I do not appreciate all these expected phrases.
Saturday, 14 November 2015
The word 'emo' makes me think of an ostrich for some reason.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=42Vt24AKzEY
You get used to things over time.
The quality of it
The joy it brings you
The way it excites and calms you simultaneously
Doesn't change however, not unless you start taking things for granted.
What an amazing play yesterday's was.
What a wondrous time it was.
And you wanna know something?
At a horror show, or pretty much anything with the slightest hint of a creepy tone,
The scariest thing isn't the show.
Or so I have been told.
I am the weakest human alive in this aspect.
My heart can't take it.
I kind of just... Die. You know. From shock.
Ah, but it was a reaalllyy good play.
Laughing bitterly at your tragic past/situation is something that really tugs at people's heartstrings, something I've tried before but didn't quite manage to get to work.
I had so many goosebumps that I was literally shivering after it was over.
*deep breath*
Not quite over it yet.. >~<
.
Things feel complete, not that it was starved of before (or perhaps it has indeed been so)
Most if not all of once coveted for has one after another fallen off the list you don't wanna admit.
You've been invited to a Christmas party, too.
The first ever in your life, just like all things experienced this year.
Meeting with friends, having food, watching plays together, discussing thoughts after, late night snacks together, and a train ride home, coupled with 'bye's knowing that you'd see each other soon... It feels like an exaggeration, but it is known that I have a non-existent social life. This is therefore a huge huge huuuuggee step forward for me.
I feel filled, like a balloon swelling with good things or a bloated cat unable to move even if it's to aid digestion from robbing a buffet earlier.
I am so blessed.
Truly, 'emo' as it makes me,
I feel blessed.
You get used to things over time.
The quality of it
The joy it brings you
The way it excites and calms you simultaneously
Doesn't change however, not unless you start taking things for granted.
What an amazing play yesterday's was.
What a wondrous time it was.
And you wanna know something?
At a horror show, or pretty much anything with the slightest hint of a creepy tone,
The scariest thing isn't the show.
Or so I have been told.
I am the weakest human alive in this aspect.
My heart can't take it.
I kind of just... Die. You know. From shock.
Ah, but it was a reaalllyy good play.
Laughing bitterly at your tragic past/situation is something that really tugs at people's heartstrings, something I've tried before but didn't quite manage to get to work.
I had so many goosebumps that I was literally shivering after it was over.
*deep breath*
Not quite over it yet.. >~<
.
Things feel complete, not that it was starved of before (or perhaps it has indeed been so)
Most if not all of once coveted for has one after another fallen off the list you don't wanna admit.
You've been invited to a Christmas party, too.
The first ever in your life, just like all things experienced this year.
Meeting with friends, having food, watching plays together, discussing thoughts after, late night snacks together, and a train ride home, coupled with 'bye's knowing that you'd see each other soon... It feels like an exaggeration, but it is known that I have a non-existent social life. This is therefore a huge huge huuuuggee step forward for me.
I feel filled, like a balloon swelling with good things or a bloated cat unable to move even if it's to aid digestion from robbing a buffet earlier.
I am so blessed.
Truly, 'emo' as it makes me,
I feel blessed.
Friday, 13 November 2015
Alright let's begin shall we. Life will be good again.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night~
Just returned from a play I can't say I love, but wouldn't call disgusting or ridiculous, or pretentious. It was more ensemble than realistic, but it kinda works in my opinion.
It's so psycho and weird, and it felt like I was force fed drugs, or had my brain hacked or something.. But I kinda like it. The way black balloons descended from the ceiling to represent depression, the way she tried keeping balloons in the air and it all just falling, falling, falling...The way they used this scene to show her suicide..
Goddamn.
I'm not even confused.
I didn't understand all of it, but the parts that I got, got me. And that's why I can't dislike it.
It just makes me feel dumbfounded and a little.. Gone.
But heck was today fun. :>
Company always makes things better, what with the fact that I became okay days ago.
Welp.
Dreams, please don't twist and distort into something as crazy as today's play.
The good ones haven't been here for a while now
So I'd appreciate a great night's sleep.
Alright?
Do me a favor won't you.
Just returned from a play I can't say I love, but wouldn't call disgusting or ridiculous, or pretentious. It was more ensemble than realistic, but it kinda works in my opinion.
It's so psycho and weird, and it felt like I was force fed drugs, or had my brain hacked or something.. But I kinda like it. The way black balloons descended from the ceiling to represent depression, the way she tried keeping balloons in the air and it all just falling, falling, falling...The way they used this scene to show her suicide..
Goddamn.
I'm not even confused.
I didn't understand all of it, but the parts that I got, got me. And that's why I can't dislike it.
It just makes me feel dumbfounded and a little.. Gone.
But heck was today fun. :>
Company always makes things better, what with the fact that I became okay days ago.
Welp.
Dreams, please don't twist and distort into something as crazy as today's play.
The good ones haven't been here for a while now
So I'd appreciate a great night's sleep.
Alright?
Do me a favor won't you.
Wednesday, 4 November 2015
I guess I have to be a grownup. Be okay with not being okay.
Not yet a grownup,
But I better try to shouldn't I.
It's times like these that makes you realize that you don't have anyone you want or can talk to about stuffs--- they have to ask, and thank god mum asked; you would have taken days otherwise.
Still, it's kinda nice how your friends would text you to thank you for your advice, even if they don't ask in return
.
It's such a quiet night.
Makes you wanna sit downstairs with the smoldering trees and intensity of the crickets and their mating calls.
But I better try to shouldn't I.
It's times like these that makes you realize that you don't have anyone you want or can talk to about stuffs--- they have to ask, and thank god mum asked; you would have taken days otherwise.
Still, it's kinda nice how your friends would text you to thank you for your advice, even if they don't ask in return
.
It's such a quiet night.
Makes you wanna sit downstairs with the smoldering trees and intensity of the crickets and their mating calls.
It's gonna be okay. But I'm not. Not okay in the slightest, at least not right now. God is it gonna take time, and it isn't hugs or time that'd exactly work for me. I don't make any sense.
I am afraid of a future I thought I'd be prepared for.
There is no running away, but currently there's a lack of courage
And an anxiety that eats at me.
No amount of tea-dying pretty pieces of paper or decorating notebooks calms me down at this juncture; no amount of re watching movies of Shrek or Frozen eases the void.
I should have been prepared for this.
I will appeal.
But I have been too naïve, and they have been very nice, and I should be grateful, settle with it,
accept it, start working for it...
I need courage.
I need time.
I have to accept and think before I decide, and it's not that I have choices.
Appealing will be highly unsuccessful as they said, and I believed in too much.
Now it is something that makes me quiver,
And I will admit that I am not ready for this
But I have to be,
And I have to start soon,
But I can't start before I calm down.
I can't calm down before I make the final decisions,
I can't make the decisions before I calm down,
And I can't calm down because I am unable to start.
The news was 30 hours ago and yet I have not woken up to a dazzling day-
The fear remains and I am still but a little teenager trying to find my way out of this. Or into this. I have to start, and fast. But not right now. Not tomorrow, not the day after. Hell, I need time. I guess I'm not as brave as I wanted to be.
I cried so much.. But I don't think its wrong. I'm just scared. Really, really, scared.
A late night movie out alone
The comforting smell of the familiar bookstore
The silence of the midnight air
The tears
The fear.
The list of positive things in this situation
The time I spent on not freaking out-
I am not okay.
This,
The positivity and acceptance will come later.
I need time to calm down..
I need time.
But it isn't exactly that, either.
There is no running away, but currently there's a lack of courage
And an anxiety that eats at me.
No amount of tea-dying pretty pieces of paper or decorating notebooks calms me down at this juncture; no amount of re watching movies of Shrek or Frozen eases the void.
I should have been prepared for this.
I will appeal.
But I have been too naïve, and they have been very nice, and I should be grateful, settle with it,
accept it, start working for it...
I need courage.
I need time.
I have to accept and think before I decide, and it's not that I have choices.
Appealing will be highly unsuccessful as they said, and I believed in too much.
Now it is something that makes me quiver,
And I will admit that I am not ready for this
But I have to be,
And I have to start soon,
But I can't start before I calm down.
I can't calm down before I make the final decisions,
I can't make the decisions before I calm down,
And I can't calm down because I am unable to start.
The news was 30 hours ago and yet I have not woken up to a dazzling day-
The fear remains and I am still but a little teenager trying to find my way out of this. Or into this. I have to start, and fast. But not right now. Not tomorrow, not the day after. Hell, I need time. I guess I'm not as brave as I wanted to be.
I cried so much.. But I don't think its wrong. I'm just scared. Really, really, scared.
A late night movie out alone
The comforting smell of the familiar bookstore
The silence of the midnight air
The tears
The fear.
The list of positive things in this situation
The time I spent on not freaking out-
I am not okay.
This,
The positivity and acceptance will come later.
I need time to calm down..
I need time.
But it isn't exactly that, either.
Monday, 2 November 2015
世界上不是缺少美，只是缺少发现美的眼睛。---New favorite quote.
So the national exam is over.
So I went out with friends for a movie, not one, but three.
THREE.
WHAT IS GOING ON THAT I WOULD HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE OTHER THAN MY CCA MATES .. WHAT IS GOING ON.
Movie was amazing.
Lemme just say, that I absolutely detest guy leads who are jerks.
Especially so if they treat the girl like crap and mean it.
Even mooorre so, if that girl is somehow blind and likes the guy for/despite it. (So pointless and.. Ugh I shouldn't use that word. You get me don't you. I don't get it, why would anyone like a jerk?! Yes I'm pissed. Yes I detest detest detest such terrible characters and plots.Yes I wish kdramas and all entertainment films would stop with this terrible- I need to stop.)
This guy however, he was blaming himself for something that wasn't his fault, and he was gentle all along, though albeit dishonest and bad with expressing his feelings. He isn't the deepest darkest character out there, but the fact that jokes introduced in the beginning turns and twists into sad plot peppershakes towards the end makes it a movie worthwhile.
This is probably the first time cliché story lines have been used and yet it doesn't come across as overused, utilizing the humor and simple plot to its best climax of sweetness and bitter sadness. It makes you laugh at jokes you see coming, and cry at scenes you know all too well means something else (the I-am-studying-abroad-aka-needing-some-surgery-overseas-cuz-I-am-dying-for-some-reason-so-I-will-not-tell-you-and-break-your-heart-by-making-it-seem-like-I-like-someone-else-so-I-will-not-break-your-heart... Something along that line. Writing makes it look confusing..)
I am in love.
And I will most definitely re-watch it again, even if the acting wasn't godly, and was just, good.
Once I uh, get the version that's for free, online. *cough*
It's honestly unbelievable how enjoyable it was, perhaps due to the fact that I was sitting next to the one friend who didn't speak too much, who didn't speak to me, and that the movie itself was awesome.
Still, my original plan was to come home to a long shower, food, and sleep.
That was my definition of fun and living.
It still is.
Hah,
But I suppose company on its own can be a pretty sweet thing too.
I suppose I'll still watch movies alone in the future, but I wouldn't stay away from people either.
Perhaps, that is the way to go.
Perhaps, that is the way to make life more enjoyable than it currently is.
This is turning waaaayy too much into a diary entry isn't it.
Another favorite drama, a song I love, and a scene I LOVED when this song was first played. (Go watch it. Like right now. That guy's ability to act out crying scenes is splendid.)
I really like this one as well.
So I went out with friends for a movie, not one, but three.
THREE.
WHAT IS GOING ON THAT I WOULD HAVE A SOCIAL LIFE OTHER THAN MY CCA MATES .. WHAT IS GOING ON.
Movie was amazing.
Lemme just say, that I absolutely detest guy leads who are jerks.
Especially so if they treat the girl like crap and mean it.
Even mooorre so, if that girl is somehow blind and likes the guy for/despite it. (So pointless and.. Ugh I shouldn't use that word. You get me don't you. I don't get it, why would anyone like a jerk?! Yes I'm pissed. Yes I detest detest detest such terrible characters and plots.Yes I wish kdramas and all entertainment films would stop with this terrible- I need to stop.)
This guy however, he was blaming himself for something that wasn't his fault, and he was gentle all along, though albeit dishonest and bad with expressing his feelings. He isn't the deepest darkest character out there, but the fact that jokes introduced in the beginning turns and twists into sad plot peppershakes towards the end makes it a movie worthwhile.
This is probably the first time cliché story lines have been used and yet it doesn't come across as overused, utilizing the humor and simple plot to its best climax of sweetness and bitter sadness. It makes you laugh at jokes you see coming, and cry at scenes you know all too well means something else (the I-am-studying-abroad-aka-needing-some-surgery-overseas-cuz-I-am-dying-for-some-reason-so-I-will-not-tell-you-and-break-your-heart-by-making-it-seem-like-I-like-someone-else-so-I-will-not-break-your-heart... Something along that line. Writing makes it look confusing..)
I am in love.
And I will most definitely re-watch it again, even if the acting wasn't godly, and was just, good.
Once I uh, get the version that's for free, online. *cough*
It's honestly unbelievable how enjoyable it was, perhaps due to the fact that I was sitting next to the one friend who didn't speak too much, who didn't speak to me, and that the movie itself was awesome.
Still, my original plan was to come home to a long shower, food, and sleep.
That was my definition of fun and living.
It still is.
Hah,
But I suppose company on its own can be a pretty sweet thing too.
I suppose I'll still watch movies alone in the future, but I wouldn't stay away from people either.
Perhaps, that is the way to go.
Perhaps, that is the way to make life more enjoyable than it currently is.
This is turning waaaayy too much into a diary entry isn't it.
Another favorite drama, a song I love, and a scene I LOVED when this song was first played. (Go watch it. Like right now. That guy's ability to act out crying scenes is splendid.)
I really like this one as well.
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