Korean Drama: Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

This drama started as an underdog drama. Having been on a same timeslot with the most anticipating comeback drama of Lee Min Ho and Jeon Ji Hyun, Legend of the Blue Sea. However, in its long run it became a Hallyu sensation that tugs everyone’s heart and make it duguem duguem.

The simplicity of the plot is its beauty. College student Bok Joo who is an aspiring weightlifter falls in love for the first time. It shows how a young lady fluorished that simple crush and did unimaginable ways just to see his crush. Asking him if he likes Messi (This had been a trend in our country), up to being a patient on his clinic, telling things that she likes it even if it’s not just to look good to his crush. Who doesn’t relate to that!?

Another beauty this show has is its friendship. Bok Joo is lucky to have two faithful friends who will support her in all endeavors, who will be there for her in times of laughter and crisis. Friends who will cry with you, be fat with you and be happy with you. I adore these trios! Their friendship is full of SWEEEEEG!!

And of course, everyone loved this show because of the lead guy! Boyfriend goals to be honest! Not only he’s been there for Bok Joo in times of trouble, he’s been a great supporter as well! He prioritizes Bok Joo’s happiness above all, not being a hindrance to the goal Bok Joo wants for her life. He respects her in all her decisions and loved her for who she is and for what she looks like.

There are lots of cute banters and sweetness with our OTP. And I’m glad each of the character have given spotlight and let us have a glimpse of what their life is as well. I love each and everyone’s character growth and I love that they all have a happy ending!  I feel like they’ve shown us their lives as a youth. How they were able to survive those youth problems that we’re all familiar with. How it feels like to be in love for the first time and how it feels to be with them afar and having to built a new relationships in an unfamiliar and new place.

What started as an underdog drama is now so popular internationally. And I believe that this drama deserved the popularity that it’s gaining right now. This drama shows us nothing but love and growth. It shows us that being a youth is beautiful. They let us understand that being a youth is something that everyone must cherished as a part of our lives. No matter how awkward it gave us sometimes. There are still memories that can be looked back on as we age and reach the adulthood.

Kudos to the team for giving life to this incredible show!

Novel: It Ends with Us

Warning: Major Spoilers ahead

 

Okaaaaay.. I have such whirlwind emotions after reading this book. Everything just overwhelms me. The life of Lily amazes me and saddens me at the same time. I want to write a proper note with regards to this novel but I don’t even know how or where to start. This book just raised the bar higher amongst other novels of Colleen Hoover. I’m a fan of her novels. Though I’ve never read every novel she wrote, I’ve read most of it. And I love it. However, this novel is really something else. Probably because it’s based from an own experience or because this book teaches us a different side of love – the one that wasn’t tackle that much in romance novel.

I love Ryle. And for some reason I want Lily to forgive him. But then, I realized that it is also the right decision to let go of him even though there’s a chance of redemption for him. I suddenly imagined myself in Lily’s shoes and realized that if I were Lily I would badly want to escape from the relationship. Ryle’s remorse or regret would not necessarily change the fact that she physically abused Lily. No matter what mistake the other party did, it is never right to use physical stamina to hurt a woman.

On a different side of spectrum, I feel sad for Ryle as well. I believed she deeply loves Lily and that other side of him is something he can’t control as well. It’s so frustrating on his part that he can’t save himself in that situation. However, getting help from Lily is hard as well because it’s Lily’s life at stake. I just hope that even though it’s the end of the book already, on some alternate universe, he finds it in himself to heal whatever illness he’s encountering. I hope that he will find happiness on his own despite everything that happened. Every human has a right of redemption. No matter how big or small the mistake is, there is always room for a new beginnings.

Going back to Lily, you go girl! You’re strong enough to break free from a love that won’t do you any good in the long run. Yes, there are best memories; but you won’t be exchanging that best to the worst thing that can happen to you or to your daughter. It’s hard to let go of the man who have given you tinglies and butterflies, who’ve made you feel so many emotions, who’ve given you the best memories. But choosing to let go, not only for her sake but for her daughter’s sake as well, is a mark of a strong woman. Putting her daughter and herself in safety first, above anything else.

I’m sad that they did not end up together. But it teaches me to value myself as well before anything gets worse. I want to find a love where I can feel I am protected but then it is only me who can protect myself. And so, I want to embody a strong woman. A woman who values my worth and won’t let any man wrecked me. I know it’s too early to say that but I’m still hoping that I’ll be as strong as Lily. Ready to face all unsurmountable problems in all aspects of life.

PS. I’m still sad they did not end up together. 😦

 

Korean Dramas: Never Gets Old

Everyone of us needs a rest from all the stress this life is giving us. I have to admit that I always need a break from all dramas in work, in household, in friends and the like. Thank God for Korean dramas and books because I’ve found an outlet in these two arts.

My love of K-dramas started way back high school. I was already fascinated with Asian dramas since it was a trend here in our country. However, this Jdorama totally strucked my attention that I had to buy a DVD to watched the first season (I started with season 2). I was talking about Hana Yori Dango, the japanese version of the very famous Meteor Garden; though a fanatic would know that all three adaptations are based in manga. I got hooked really bad. Right after I finished both two seasons I cried really hard because it’s hard for me to let go of all the characters. My love for Hanadan didn’t stop there ‘coz I repeated all episodes everyday to the point I already memorized all the scenes. I know which episode is which and even the OSTs became the soundtrack of my life.

A friend of mine found out my new found happy pill (because, duh!, I can’t stop talking about it) and told me the news that there will be a korean adaptation of this drama. And because I got curious of what this version has in stored, I watched it. Should I make it a long story then? ‘Coz by now you might know that’s how my love for korean dramas started. Don’t get me wrong, Hana Yori Dango is a much better version. That’s a personal opinion, though. But thank God for Boys Over Flowers, I got to know Lee Min Ho. *squeals*

Since then, watching Kdramas had been nonstop. I’d been in the Kpop world as well and up to now there are some singers I still follow.

Before it become a daily routine to watch new episodes and discover more dramas. But college came and my life went 360 degrees. For some reason, I opted to let go of this addiction and start focusing on my own reality. Or so that was what I thought.

I keep coming back. And I wonder what is with these dramas that I still keep coming back, searching for it.

I just love the raw and poignant plot each dramas has to offer. Though there were some meh plots, it is still tolerable to watch. There are some dramas that have a formula of cliche plots but still managed to deliver it really fresh that it becomes so easy and wonderful to watch. Watching dramas became a habit for me. It became an outlet of all the stress that I have in life. Watching these fictional characters battling life on their own fictional world makes me stronger as well, that like them I can also overcome and surpass every hurdles that there is in my own drama.

I especially love a drama when it focuses on the growth of people. Sometimes they show that not everyone is perfect but each has a story to tell. No matter how bad their attitude is, there is still a room left for salvation. There is still a room for change and for new beginnings.

I love how each dramas define the meaning of love. Let’s admit it most of the dramas are on the romance genre or if not fully romance, there’s still a touch of it. People think that their making these viewers have a high standard of love (or a man, since lots of them are chaebols) but then it’s giving us hope that whether rich or average, we can still receive that kind of love. The kind of love that sends hearts and colors in spite of problems. The love that is sacrificial and full of hope. The love that can overcome all the battles in the world.

What’s better about it is that they present their plot in a most wonderful or absurd ways. They are so creative when it comes to the plot and story. There were chaebols, boy bands, girl pretending to be a boy, aliens, high school loves, time travel and a whole lot more. Who wouldn’t be fascinated, right? There are lots of things to offer and it keeps getting better and better throughout all these years. They managed to capture a big amount of audience that sometimes I get shock when I found out that these people, who I never imagined and thought to watch dramas, is actually watching it.

Recommended Korean dramas:

Classics – My Girl, You’re Beautiful, Boys Over Flowers, Full House

For starters – Healer, I Hear Your Voice, The Best Love, City Hunter

2016 Korean Dramas (there’s a lot!) – Moonlight Drawn by the Clouds, SIGNAL, W – Two Worlds

Now, off I go! Because I still have a korean drama to marathon! Shopping King Louis, here I go!

PS. I might talk about my fascination in books once I’m done with the two books that I’m reading.

 

Life: Change

There’s this unexplainable feeling in my chest that I can’t specify into words. All I know is that I want my life to change. I want to explore the world, to meet new people, to learn about life, to widen horizons. I want a total change in my life. A change of habit. A change of lifestyle. The problem is.. I don’t know where to start. I don’t know how to meet new people. It’s awkward for me to start a conversation with someone. I don’t know how to make friends with anyone. I’m not just a Miss Congeniality type of person. I’m used to having a small circle of friends. I don’t like large crowd especially if I’m not close to this crowd. There’s another problem.. How will I explore the world if I’m afraid to be alone? This one is kind of confusing. I want to be alone but the thought of travelling alone makes me like a scaredy cat. I just can’t.. And that’s a problem. I don’t know how.. I don’t know why I can’t do it.

I’m afraid to get out of my comfort zone. That is the main problem. I want change but I can’t even get out of my zone and risk. I always feel like I’m an independent woman when in reality I can’t even go to the dentist alone. You see what I mean? I feel like I don’t have the capacity to change my lifestyle if I won’t risk getting out of my shell, which I think, will really be hard. I know that I should do this on my own but I hope I have someone who will help me with all of this. I am just tired of being this kind of woman who can’t even go out and enjoy and just be laid back with life.

I just hope that before this year ends. I can start changing this life. I am really hoping for a new beginning. I hope that before 2017 starts, there will be a start of something new in my life. Something that I never knew will happen. Something that I never imagine before. Something new. Something grandiose. Something different.

When hope arises, that is the beginning right? Of something wonderful and extraordinary? I can’t wait to reach that part of my life.

Since no one will be cheering me, might as well cheer myself.

Cheers to me, who won’t kill the hope that someday, everything will fall into place.

Cheers to me, who’s craving for a life that is beautiful.

Cheers to me, who can’t wait but be amazed in the world that there is, or there will be.

Cheers to me, who’s been lurking around for four days, haven’t done something productive, but still hoping that someday a fantasy will turn into reality.

And even the hope is slowly dying, I will still lit it up and will stay positive that this life of mine will change.

For more adventures and beyond!

 

Where does Life will take me?

I don’t know what happened.. It just happened. Without any warnings. Bad decisions one after another. Then I just found myself having this kind of life. I actually don’t know what to feel. ‘Coz it feels like I’m a totally different person now haunted by my past life.

I was so depressed the last time I remember. Then I found an escape route to avoid more heartaches. This time I feel like I’m free yet still imprison. Sounds ironic, right? Yeah, maybe my life is planned to be ironic. The plan for my life is a disaster.

I have a job now. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing though. ‘Coz I was looking at some parts of myself and realized it was slowly fading. I am such a happy-go-lucky girl, full of humour and joy. I crack some jokes from time to time to my friends. I engage with deep conversations that is healing to one’s life and soul. Now, all I see is a void. A lost woman with no identity. I turned out to be this antisocial person who keeps quiet during group talks. I can’t even engage with them properly because it seems like I forgot how to. I just keep silent; most of the time thinking what have happened to me. This isn’t me before. But it is me now. And I unmindedly choose this way. The moment I ran away from my calling is the moment I threw away every ounce of beautiful things inside of me. I may be beautiful outside but my soul is purely black. With no sense of being. Just plain person with no more soul.

And, yeah, this is my life right now. Living inside of my comfort zone. Unsure of what life lies ahead. But surprisingly, I’m liking it. ‘Coz I felt like a real person. A human. Full of flaws, mistakes and uncertainty. This is how it shouldn’t be. But believing for something great in my life already died a long time ago. I just want to go with the flow. Although still fearing of the future, fearing for the prophecy, I’ll still go with the flow and see where this choice will lead me. Regret or reward will come soon so maybe I just have to prepare for it.

It’s been a long time since I last wrote something about myself. But writing keeps my soul awake. No matter how many grammar lapses I have in every paragraph, I still want to write. ‘Coz it’s my only cure. ‘Coz I’m bottling up all my emotions inside and I couldn’t think of any person to damp all my frustrations in life. How I miss writing. How I miss forming words while tapping my fingers to the keyboard. How I miss typing every word that comes in my mind no matter how random it is.

Going back to my life right now. I just want to ask myself if I’m happy. Am I happy? I think it’s such a hard question. ‘Coz maybe I’m happy but not to the point of being joyful. It’s a shallow kind of happy. Not the kind of happy that penetrates to the deepest of my soul. My mind is in ruckus right now.

Maybe I’ll just indulge myself with lots of K-dramas to heal my soul temporarily. Let me just escape, even for just two days. Just give me time to recharge myself and to go back to a life that is full of shenanigans.

Why

I have an old WordPress account which tackles more about spirituality and college experiences. It was doing good because I’m always updating blog posts full of inspirational words that I knew comes from my heart. It doesn’t have a lot of followers but knowing there are few people who got inspired with every post, it’s more than enough for me so I pushed through with it. Writing was an outlet I discovered way back college and I felt like I was good with it during that time. All the words left unsaid became an entry and it was always flooded with thoughts and emotions. Writing was a healing escape. Writing was a new found skill. Until life happens.

You know when the universe is trying to test your soul and character but because you’re still weak and fragile, you end up failing it. You failed every test and it became a snowball effect. Nothing good comes out of it afterwards. And probably that’s the thing that happened to me. I was so devastated and angry with life that I can’t manage to write wonderful words anymore. All I can think about was negativity and I felt like that was the end of me. It was a hard time. And every skill I acquired back then just vanished and escaped. That includes my capacity to write. To weave words and create an inspirational message out of it. I was lost. How can I write if I’m not in the zone? And so I stopped.

Then came a ray of sunlight again. Now I’m trying to rebuild everything that was lost. I’m trying to form a new me. Though still a bit lost and confused, I still need to survive this life and make the most out of it. Most of the time it still dawned on me how I was way back then. As I assess myself now, some traits never left. The character that I have learned through those years still remain that I don’t know if I should be happy or sad about it.

There are still hardships, of course. It’s just so vastly different. There were times that I’m still terrified of what might happen in the future but I’m just trying to erase it. I don’t want it to bother me at all. I don’t want it to be a hindrance of the life I’m slowly rebuilding. I don’t want it to have a negative effect on me.

I can say goodbye to the old me and say hello to a new life that lies ahead. It’s still full of uncertainty and I don’t know if I choose the right path. I want to know how it is to live in this kind of world. I want to know the flaws and beauty of it. I want to feel again.

And so I write. I write again. I wanna write again. To pour out these words. To flood this blog with happiness whenever a new episode of Kdrama comes out. To cry out words whenever I’m sad or worried. To bring out the fangirl inside of me. To share my ecstatic feeling whenever I see a different world that I used to know. To weave words again.

Maybe.. If I’ll write again. I can be healed. I can escape.