それは、突然、嵐のように…
それは、突然、嵐のように… was a kind of show that i would watch. Because of the ending and maybe because of the process.
It was not a happy ending, neither was it a sad ending. But a memorable one. It was something like 野ブタ。をプロデュース, but less happier. More like the ending is a cliffhanger of hope. However, I am a little dissatisfied with it, as the one who caused it all disappears. But then that is life. You just disappear. Not meaning literally, but you disappear from one circle into another circle of life.
Alot of people might be thinking I am realist and a dreamer, wanting neither the cliche endings nor the tragic ones. But the truth is that life is neither happy nor sad. Its everything. I guess a new word must be formed for this feeling. The only thing that suits it the best right now is not cruel, nor harsh, nor bittersweet, but the word hopeful.
The comments for the show were pretty stupid, but then who can blame them, when everyone is watching the show for just 山下智久. He is indeed a 美初年. Even I admit he is good eye candy (unless you are talking about his earlier years, he looked tired and weary when he first started out). But then because of these, the fans began to criticize 江角マキコ who is indeed older than him. To me, 江角マキコ is actually a very good example of a career woman in the show. But, on a side note, I don’t even think the fans even enjoy the artistic and moral value of this show. Shame on them.
I really do have to applaud Japan media’s attempt to incoporate deep meaning into J-doramas. Then the star-crazed teenagers would be unwitting victims of propaganda. But this is healthy propaganda. Unlike some programmes in the channels over here. They go “尊重您的父母!” and go placing sotries of people who did so on tv programmes.
I’ve got roos! haha! My father went to Beijing last week and thus, got many roo key-chains as the booth in the exhibition gave them out to them in bulk. Unfortunately, I only get to keep one.
Anyway, concentrate! ( I m really tempted to watch 僕は妹に恋をする, My Sister, My Love. But gut feeling tells me that its going to be…. a little mushy. And I would vomit halfway. So… no.)
edit: 9:18 pm
Christine asked me a question. And then I realised that I notice things too much.
Maybe I am slightly autistic. But then one can never know. I have been noticing small details in life which has nothing to do with the overall with my life. In fact its so insignificant that people treat it as nothing happening. Like how fast teachers walk. And the sound their shoes make. Or how i know its that person without the person introducing themselves over a phone without IDD. All these stuff are redundant. But yet I remember it well. Compared to the important facts that are required for me to ace the test. Woe is me, woe is me.
