ch-ch-changes.

i’ve been on TV-dramas overdrive these days-

which is making me realize that the old Jdramas and the newer ones these days seem to have obvious differences, with the old ones (to me) being of more value in terms of the plot and script, as well as of course, lessons learned.

take for example, the show Love Revolution which debated over the issue of career women having both a secure love life and a successful career- can one be so greedy as to have both within the palms of her hands without having to sacrifice anything at all?

eventually the story ended with the fact that yes, one can have that great divine of happiness- but it requires the heroine to let go of that particular ’successful career’ and settle for a quiet life in the countryside- although interestingly, the process of getting to that stable state is what she considered as her revolution of love, so really, there had been no such thing as an ultimate loss there, just a big fat gain in the long run.

or what about this show called Lunchtime Queen which pretty much summed up just how important it is to keep families together and learn to be grateful for something as simple as an everyday lunch meal?

… seriously, bring veterans (GREAT actors) like Takuya Kimura and Naohito Fujiki back as main heroes!

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on another topic, i’d just finished watching the hit Kdrama, Goong (otherwise known as Princess Hours) again and i must say, whoever were the scriptwriters, i’ve to applaud them on the wisely written script!

 

i know i’m beginning to seriously sound like a TV/ drama-junkie, but honestly, this show really did leave me pondering about certain things- and it was nice to see my dad getting all emo-fied with the story too (haha!) plus enduring the final four episodes (Depression era i call them) were worth it for the sweet (and quite realistic) ending (;

so you know, go ahead and watch it if you haven’t already!

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today i gave one of the former best friend a ride to the other former best friend’s house after our Add Math tuition ended.

after four years of that little-friendship-drama, i’m finally able to tell you with all honesty that i hold no grudges or anything else whatsoever against them.

ultimately, i feel like i’ve truly found my place with my group of friends now, and vice versa for them.

okay, maybe not really, but i am at a peaceful and accepting condition, whereby i believe my close friends now really do value my opinions, thoughts and beliefs- even when they disagree, we learn the manner of agreeing to disagree with respect and tolerance.

it’s nice to be able to talk to each other without feeling edgy, awkward or contempt anymore- at least, i’m glad too, that this shows how much i’ve grown up to become more mature over the past years, with regards to them;

like i’d said before, let’s leave the past as what it was and focus on the now (:

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this is something to think about, i believe.

sometimes i find myself feeling sad, whenever i realized that certain adults whom i know, live in great unhappiness and regrets due to their past as they mull over their fates and wondered the probabilities and possibilities of what ifs-

i feel sadder upon realizing that once upon a long time ago, they were ‘kids’ just like me, young and full of the exuberance of youth; they believed that the mistakes and choices they made then could easily be undone as they grow older, only to find later that for every single action, it is accompanied by a chain of consequences.

so they grow up to become narcissistic and cynical, if not bitter too; they mull over the things and people they had lost, and pondered yet again and again what unhappy bits of their present could’ve changed, had they decided differently on everything that should have truly mattered?

now as they age more than half a century, they begin to truly realize that for all their naivety then, they must come to terms with the effects of their actions and decisions- whether they succumb to self-pity or tolerance and acceptance, who’s to say?

but the fact that really saddened me is the simple truth that were they not as young as i am now, once upon a long time ago, feeding themselves with dreams of bright futures ahead and roses in their lives?

as the winds of change blew its silent whisper, how were they to know that this would be what became of them?

so really, whatever happened to the enthusiastic youths they were then?