Three summers ago, I’ve come across an existence that was you. Since then, you existed in my everyday and I could still remember the very first time I set eyes on you. When cheesy, romantic book or movie characters declare that everything around the room vanishes upon seeing someone special, they aren’t lying. I proved that true the summer I was sixteen. The exact same thing happened to me when I first saw you, you were twenty-three then. Then as you were passing by me, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Again, books and movies don’t lie; I had witnessed those stuff firsthand and it was because I had the pleasure of setting eyes on you. What else could I say? You were heartbreakingly good-looking and tooth-achingly sweet-mannered to the point that I believed myself in love with you, but well thankfully, I’m not. Or at least I think I’m not. God, I hope I’m not. Please. For now I’m just happy seeing new pictures of you up on Facebook or looking at you from afar or knowing you would be in a certain place. I’m happy with just thinking about the time that I caught you looking at me before. I’m okay with just these stuff so far but I’m afraid that there would come a time that I would cry because I badly want to be with you. Please don’t let this happen. Or maybe I could just meet you personally and just talk to you, then maybe, just maybe this feelings I have for you will slowly……become lighter or even fade away. I know I’m saying a lot of crazy stuff in here but what can I do? That’s how I feel. Anyway, I just wanted to say that you look perfect in black and you look best with your hair super short and that I love how you smile and kid around. And thanks for floating my boat most times, and thank you for making my summers so special, and I want to say that I miss you. I miss seeing you. So much, it kinda hurts a little.
And thank you for bringing me happiness without even knowing it.
I want to go on holidays with my cousins. I could just imagine me, my sisters and our cousins somewhere far like Hawaii or South Korea or Jamaica just by ourselves. Just ourselves without the adults nagging about how noisy we get and jokingly tell us that we should never ever get together in one place at once. Ah, it would also be lovely to have them around actually but there would be too much drama if they were with us. You know, grown-up stuff. Anyway, yes, I would love to have them with me in this far-off place just wandering about the sweet unfamiliarity of a road not trodden by us before. We would chat over meals, and very loudly too until we feel too full to eat and too full to speak. We would play pranks at each other just like we did before. We would play chase and card games and embarrass each other to death. We would swim all day at the beach and throw sand at each other. Or we would walk and play in the rain and talk about how our parents would shake their heads disapprovingly because that’s all they could do. We’re unstoppable. We can do whatever we like, and we will do whatever we like. We’re like Spartans - who fight not for themselves but for the man on their left - except we don’t only fight for the men on our left, we fight for everyone, placing our own lives on the line, or in our case, our own ears on the line for an earful from the adults. It would be just lovely to be with them in a place where no one of us has ever been to. Lovely to be with each of them. Then after, when we go tired and scratched and bruised from all the fun we had, we would find our way back home to our parents who were waiting for us, to interrogate us, and talk about the time we went somewhere far with nobody but us and devilishly remembering all the stupid stuff and sick jokes we did while we were away. Because we’re Spartans, and we’re unstoppable.
I wanted to curse and utter all the bad words here to express how I feel about this drama but it wouldn’t be proper to praise this drama with curses. Instead, I will just plainly say that this drama is the most beautiful ever. It still breaks my heart to finally admit that Princess Hours, which has been the very best drama for me in the longest time, has just been replaced by 49 Days.
49 Days doesn’t only tackle romance, which by the way is what I thought the most important element that would make a drama worth watching, but it also explores life, death, family and how important it is to understand people’s hearts. So therefore I conclude that yet again, I thought wrong.
I loved how Han Kang genuinely loved Ji Hyun to the point that he came to realize and believe that it was Ji Hyun inside Yi Kyung’s body even though how absurd it looked and sounded. I also loved Scheduler and Yi Kyung’s story throughout the drama and honestly, I cried more because of their romance than Han Kang and Ji Hyun’s romance but I’m not picking a favourite here by just depending on how much tears I shed for them. Don’t get me wrong, I only cried more because of YS and YK’s love story because come on, let’s all admit it, their story is really heartbreaking. But it doesn’t mean that HK and JH’s love story was any less, it’s just that YS and YK’s one was truly heart-wrenching. For the record, being able to believe a situation like what they were in was an impossible thing to do but because of HK’s love for JH, he did believe. Okay, I was just saying these stuff, not to pick out a favourite between the two ships, but to stress out that my favourite ship here in 49 Days wasn’t between these two, sorry.
The relationship I loved the most in this drama was the one that was formed between Ji Hyun and Yi Kyung. :)
I loved how Ji Hyun truly cared for Yi Kyung even before Yi Kyung felt Ji Hyun’s presence. I loved the friendship and the love that grew between them. I wouldn’t say anything more about them because you would be spoiled. Instead, I would just sit back here as I reflect on 49 Days and the things that I got from this drama. I would just think about how beautiful life is and how the power of love could be able to save us all even in the strangest, most hopeless, and the worst situation possible. And upon finishing this drama (with a bucket full of tears too), I learned something that I will forever carry in my heart and this thought will be the new words that I would live by: at some point in our life, we may lose some but we will definitely gain more.
THANK YOU, 49 DAYS. :)
PS, YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS DRAMA (if you haven’t yet)
PPS, Princess Hours still holds a special place in my heart nevertheless. :)
…..It was…..depressing. My heart ached all throughout the book. Worse is, I read at about just past midnight before sleeping, which, supposedly is the most emotional time for any human being.
I just can’t get over Alaska’s story. I didn’t know it would affect me this way. I didn’t hate it but I wouldn’t say I liked it. What I can only say is that I feel intensely about it and I couldn’t yet figure out whether my feelings are positive or negative. My feelings are comparable to my feeling about wanting to forget someone that I well know I couldn’t, I don’t know if the after effect of it for me would be okay or not. I’m not sure if I would feel happy or sad if I forgot about that someone. I’m not sure if I would be thankful that I already forgot about him (okay, let’s just put it as a him) or would I be crushed because in the first place, I’m not really sure if I would want him out of my life. Crazy right? Comparing two things that’s not supposed to be compared. Hehe. But that’s how I feel towards this book. It was really frustrating. John Green is undeniably great with his words though, that’s one thing I truly liked about the book. He’s effortless when it comes to handling the language and putting thoughts into words that easily comes across the readers’ understanding. Nevertheless, it was kinda frustrating really. I was frustrated of the fact that Alaska never came to tell Miles about how she really felt about him. And I hated Miles for jumping into the conclusion that Alaska loved him anyway. I loved The Colonel though. He was the only character in the book that I genuinely loved all throughout. He was loyal and honest and everything! Well of course I loved Alaska’s personality as well. No, rather, I loved her wits. Just her wits. I loved how she thought about some stuff and I loved how she viewed life. I hated how she could be so moody in a snap though. I hated how at one minute she would be all angry and moody and upset Miles and then the next, she would be all funny and clingy and chatty to Miles without even saying sorry for being bitchy.
Anyway, I hated it? No. I liked it? Neither. But was it worth the read? Of course it was. I could never go back. Would I recommend this for people to read? I greatly will. If I had another lifetime, I would still choose to read the book. It added this great weight in my mind and in my life. And what’s that weight? Even I don’t know, I have yet to find it. But whatever that weight is, I’m sure it would affect me deeply.
Maybe what I’m feeling right now would be comparable to finding the meaning of the labyrinth that Alaska was talking about. Finding the meaning would make her see the world better and understand life better.
Maybe, that’s the same as me, trying to find out what this weight is. By finding out what the weight is, I would understand why I feel so strongly about the book. And eventually, finding out whether my feelings are positive and negative.
And yeah, like Miles, I hate making conclusions so….yeah….
2011 for me, was a rollercoaster ride. It is by far the craziest year in my life. I’ve experience intense depression but I felt overwhelming joy, I’ve lost a few but gained lots, I cried, I laugh, I tumbled, I cringed, hell I was crazy this year. My life was crazy this year. As much as I despise 2011, I have stuff to be thankful for as well. How bad can it be right? The thing is, because of this year I have learned to sail through a stormy sea that’s life. This year may have been the one which brought me more problems in my back than I could handle but because of this year, I’ve learned to endure and overcome them all. All in all, 2011 MADE ME STRONG. So to end this year of ups and downs, I’ve listed 11 things that I learned/experienced/proved/etc in 2011:
1. I realized that I overthink way too much.
2. When one door closes, a window opens.
3. I felt real joy and happiness.
4. I am able to see my future now. And that would be being a physicist working at NASA or CERN years from now.
5. I learned not to give up and not to let the demons inside me eat me up alive.
6. Opening up a bit and speaking out isn’t so bad after all.
7. I fall in love in with every single drama/movie leading man. :))
8. I realized that I want to be with someone.
9. I think I might like mainstream music more than I ever imagined.
10. I cried over such silly stuff. i.e. Toy Story 3, Tangled, a handful of Korean dramas etc, etc.
11. I learned that I could do things, may it be huge ones or smaller ones as long as I put my mind and heart into it.
I don’t have a title for this one because…well…I don’t know what title to put in. Anywaaaaayyyy, I’m so happy because I made my very first gif!! I can’t even tell you how stressed I was because of this. I uploaded it as a photo but it wouldn’t work. I tried the text post aaand it worked and for a moment I was relieved but when I published it, it wouldn’t appear on my dash but it appeared on my blog D: I was really pissed right then. But I resized it and made it smaller and tarraaaaaan!! It works!!!!!!
It’s very small though, and appears grainy on my blog (=_=”)
On a gif-related note, I was watching Scent of a Woman and this scene just gave me butterflies that I repeated it many times over and decided to make it a gif even if I don’t have the slightest idea how to. But, what’s the use of Google right? Long story short, I did it :D
And yeah, once again, I’m in love with Lee Dong Wook. This is my first time watching him in a Kdrama because seeing his pretty boy face, I thought I wouldn’t like him because he was too…..pretty. Like literally handsome. I don’t come to like the obvious-handsome guys, because it’s a given that they’re supposed to be good-looking. I usually like the not-to-handsome guys ones that have this fireworks of a personality. Or I’s always, always like the bad-boy looking ones. But liking Lee Dong Wook, I was wrong yet again.
So after a loooooong day, here’s Lee Dong Wook’s godly body saying good night to all of you:
This is why I love Korean dramas. :))
I’m thankful that none of us and my loved ones have been struck by this kind of catastrophe but I feel deeply for the people in Mindanao. I badly want to help if only I have the means. Seeing these people suffer when we are comfortable just doesn’t feel right for me. We’re not rich but I think we have enough, whereas the people from Mindanao have been swept clean of their possessions, material and emotional stuff alike. I feel bad that I want to help, I really want to help but I couldn’t do anything about it. I feel bad that I just sit back behind the TV and the computer and watch the news about the bagyo and the baha and do nothing. I feel bad watching these people - mostly innocent - undergo this kind of disaster in their lives. I feel bad that I’m only a jobless eighteen year-old who could do nothing to help.
During these times, I think all I could do is pray. Pray for the baha and the after effects eventually go away and make the people in the Mindanao back on track and carrying on with their lives, pray for the people to be safe and sound, pray for more help to come, pray for the lives of those taken away by the floods, pray for the children to be healthy and pray for more prayers from the people.
We should know that the Lord made this happen not to make us waver or weaken but to bring the people together as one and for us to become stronger. I know that He listens to and hears each and everyone of us but I guess praying as a whole nation or praying as the whole world is even better, I heard a television personality not too long ago say that when many people are praying, it would be clearer and louder for the Big Man upstairs to hear and He would know most of hundreds and thousands of people’s hearts’ intentions spoken as one.
So, I’m calling out to all the people out there to pray for the people in Mindanao. I know most of us would want and love to help, it’s just that we can’t because we don’t have the means yet, so for the time being, LET US PRAY. No gift or material thing is greater than sincere prayers in times like these. And for the people in Mindanao, I know that we, the Filipino are resilient people, we never give up or lose hope easily. The more we experience stuff like this, the stronger we become. Have faith and be strong, Pinoys, you’re not alone, the whole world will be praying for you. We are praying for you.
“I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.” - Psalm 57:1