The thing about being the less bad child is you become the outlet for rants.
The thing about being the youngest, you absorb almost everything. How your older sibling is way better or much worse than you.
The thing about being me is that I keep my mouth shut most of the time but almost shouts curses in my head.
The thing about keeping an almost anonymous blog is that I can pour my heart's content and nobody would even bother.
The thing about being sick is the luxury of staying on your bed, escaping the impending sermon.
The thing about all these, they are just mostly in my head.
I am Wendy and this is my Neverland. I’ve always wanted to write but I lack words. My thoughts usually come at inconvenient time when I cannot record or put them into writing. They are like the cord of my netbook adaptor, tangled and bent.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Monday, July 1, 2013
Review: Queen In Hyun's Man
Queen In Hyun's Man is a romantic-fantasy Korean drama. It is one of those time-traveling TV series but the plot is beautifully crafted and carefully thought of. The story revolves around Choi Hee-jin, a struggling actress, and Kim Boong-do, a time-traveling scholar from the Joseon dynasty. They met under awkward circumstances and through these that they started falling in love with each other.
This drama doesn't only focus on the romance of the two leads but also on the development of the characters.
*not in the mood for a review haha
This drama doesn't only focus on the romance of the two leads but also on the development of the characters.
*not in the mood for a review haha
I'm drunk. Blame it on the white mocha frappe
Disclaimer: This entry is the product of my disorganized
train of thoughts
I met up with my friend in a coffee shop near our place
(Yes, we’re now officially neighbors! Yay). We had frappe, mine’s a white
mocha and hers a caramel. She wanted white mocha frappe but due to my violent
reaction upon hearing her order, she opted to change hers. It turned out she
liked mine but it’s too sweet which is weird or she’s just bitter haha (See, I
live up to my disclaimer. Bear with me)
We talked about random updates and this topic which led me
to writing my thoughts.
My friend told me that she still thinks that
he-who-i-must-not-name is my GB.
I wanted to banish the thought myself but it still lingers
even after a year or so has passed.
My entry starts here.
I first met the boy years before. He’s a friend of a friend.
He seemed like a bibo kid back then, jumpy and a friend of everyone.
I noticed him only this 2011 during our review at the retreat
house. He was a lost boy, standing outside, holding a cigarette, puffing smoke
like some badass-i-don’t-give-a-damn. He was the opposite of the boy I met
years before.
A couple of events led to the lobby of our dorm house, under
the light of a chandelier. He opened up his life to me and he cried. It was a
cry of a rain-drenched boy wanting to feel the warmth of life, to get back to
God. I prayed with him and lent him the book, Travelling Light. He went back to his dorm and started again. He
started attending bible studies, reading the bible, praying, and encouraging
people. I could sense the warmth radiating from him, the warmth that was once
lost. The hand that held cigarette was now holding a bible. His bible was
attached to him like a body part. He changed.
I developed friendships with people during the review.
After a month of intensive review at the retreat house, we
still had a month to review on our own for the licensure exam. We spent our
month reviewing in coffee shops, diner, or wherever was convenient for most of
us. If the place was far from where I reside, he would fetch me at the train
station. He surprised me with a black sesame green tea frappe. He comforted me
when my anxiety for the upcoming licensure was at its peak. He was there.
We spent hours texting or talking over the mobile phone or
telephone. We never seemed to run out of things to talk about, or rather, he
kept the conversation going. He was interested.
The 2 days of our licensure exam, he would call me every
after test, during breaks, and after all the tests for the day was done. On the
last day, we met and went to sunday service together where we met our other friends.
He, to me, was someone I dread to be friends with. How it started was too fast to last, he's too
close to stay.
Unconsciously, I started having this thought that he’s one
of those that are meant to stay in my life.
But then, just like when we first met, he went back to being
a lost boy. In an instant, just like how everything started.
What scares me the most when the thought of him being my GB
surfaces is that I am never sure with him. I really can't put a name to the uncertainty, but there is. He’s a drama I cannot handle,
something I want to watch but doesn’t want to know the ending.
Honestly, I am ambivalent towards him. He entered my life,
became one of the characters with a name and left with just scribbles all over
the pages. He left me with questions I never intend to ask.
I guess I still need to sort things out with you. Yes, I may need that for whoever's sake.
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