Just finished watching Don't Dare To Dream, which is also known as Jealousy Incarnate. An addition to my top favorites. Basta ata kasama si Kong Hyo-jin sa casts, maganda e. Grabe ngayon lang ako inabot ng past 4am sa panonood, and I could've went on watching kung di lang na deds yung cellphone ko. This is the first time that my phone totally ran out of battery since Mom bought it.
Ang ganda, grabe. Nung in pain yung male lead, I was squirming and ouching, feeling his pain. Grabe. Around 2nd-3rd eps, di ko na dapat itutuloy kasi ang pushover ng character ng bidang babae, di ako makaralate. Tas yung bidang guy, not the usual inhumanly beautiful male lead ng korean novela. I'm glad I kept watching. And as I went on watching, grabe ang laki ng kinapogi nung mail lead sa paningin ko. Wahhhhh! Mahal na mahal ko ang palabas na to it's hard to let them go. T_T
Every time I catch myself remembering the past too much, I make an effort to be aware of the present moment. To do this, I need to touch the walls, or feel any object just so I would know that, hey, Z, you're here. This is where you are now. This is where your power is. Come back, come back...
Some ramdom memory from about 15 yrs back. There was this dude who was taking a picture of me. When he found out that I knew, he started asking casually to take pictures. We were kinda close, that dude and I. A friend concluded that maybe the dude liked me, but back then, I felt like that wasn't the case.
It was you, wasn't it? Ginawa mo na kasi yun before. Also, sa pagkakakilala ko sa iyo, maiinis ka pag may ibang lalaking gumawa sakin ng ganun. But that time, you were there, and you were fine with what was happening. It was you, di ba? It was you.
Anong ginawa mo sa pictures ko? Tinapon mo ba before your wedding? Or way before that?
Kung hindi ikaw ang nagpagawa nun, then it doesn't matter. Even if it was you, maybe it shouldn't matter, no?
Jeez. I feel like I'm watching too much kdrama. Sa sobrang daming romcom na napanood ko, malapit na siguro akong maging love expert. Lel.
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Written by cinderellaareus at 04:39 PM.