I've Been Tagged?

A fellow blogger tagged moi to do a Q&A and moi thought, "Why not?"

Here I go!

1. What is your favorite feature about yourself?
I like that I can be really patient if I want to be. There are people that can't handle waiting in line, have to go to the bathroom as soon as they get the signal, can't stand children, etc. While I can wait for months to get what I want, like a new phone.

2. Name one song and a memory attached to it.
Saltwater Room by Owl City. The song itself to me sounds very nostalgic so attaching a memory to it makes it have more meaning to me. Everytime I hear it, I get so overwhelmed it feels like I'm at the ocean or standing in a meadow.

3. Who is your role model?
My best friend. She has such a nice personality. But I'd want to be fierce like Beyonce. She seems very confident and has done a lot of good.

4. ...
I just realized there was no #4. LOL

5. Describe your style.
Haaaaaaa~ it's usually very casual when I'm outside, hoodies and sneakers and skinny jeans. At home I'm always in pajamas and such. When I dress up, it's usually very dressy and colorful with high heels. Dresses/skirts with pockets rock!! My makeup is subtle but impactful due to eyeliner.

6. Take a picture of your favorite possession.
I don't really have one but if I'd have to choose ~~~ It would be all the letters and cards I have received from people. I can't take a picture right now, but I'll update the blog later.

7. If you got a new pet today what would you name it?
Brown/gold colored: Gamja/Potato.
White: Gooreum/Cloud.
Black: Choco.

8. If you could switch lives with someone, who and why?
A celebrity. Park Shin Hye. She can act and sing. Something I would've liked to do as a career before. Besides, celebrities are the ones that truly have a behind the scenes worth watching.

9. What is your biggest regret?
Hiding my feelings.

10. What would your last words be?
I haven't really thought about it. I think it depends on who will be present. But I guess "I love you" would be fitting for almost all occasions.

I had fun doing that. I haven't done a Q&A in a long time so it was refreshing.

Everyday

There are those moments when I nonchalantly pop a hot Cheetos in my mouth while bobbing my head to music, that I think back to the times of when I used to be really close with this one person in middle school. Incredible how two completely irrelevant objects can spark a memory. I suppose my current situation of being apart from some really good friends reminded me of those days.

Human relationships. They really are fragile. Even thirty minutes of distance without means to communicate can eventually build an awkward atmosphere between two good friends. At first they start conversing because they have missed each other but eventually, the time spent apart comes and sits on them like a monster with an ugly personality.

Though I do have one friend I can talk to without worrying about the ugly monster of time, I feel like there are still many things she doesn't know about me only because she's not there to witness my surroundings or to study my face for any hints of darkness that have visited and passed in these several years she has moved away. The manner of my thoughts are this way because I don't know entirely of what goes on in her life at this moment either. I'm not there to see or hear it all. But, I am grateful to have a precious friend like her.

But, sometimes I wish I could connect easily with other people as well. Like, why can't my relationships with other people be like this one when I have several other more people I want to converse with? Why can't our friendship be as long and enduring as this one?

I keep thinking about my friend from middle school. A popular person that I became friends with by chance. A chance that came when I found out that person was leaving. We weren't even familiar with each other when we exchanged usernames. Then one conversation online led to having several conversations throughout the week.

For two years, we were able to keep this up. But the odds weren't in our favor and like most long distant friends, we fell. I can't remember who stopped first. All I remember is that up until today, I have tried several ways to keep in touch and failed, feeling betrayed. Despite everything my friend said to me, I guess I wasn't worth the distance.

To be honest, I barely remember much of anything we talked about. Did our conversations have any depth? The things we laughed about, the things we talked about in a free and energetic manner, what were they? Were they even real? Were we being unrealistic? Does my friend even miss me like I do? How much have we both changed?

How can one person disappear from my life like that?

Sometimes I'm mad, hopeful, longing, but they're all full of wishes spent on dead stars. Maybe I'm just prolonging the magic of those childish days. Because just like that ugly monster, time spent apart won't go away for us. I'm sure that even if we were miraculously brought together again, things wouldn't change. Nothing would.

Those childish, innocent days in my memories will be just that. Innocent. And those memories just won't change. They'll remain there stacked in the back making room for new ones.

Even if I doubt that they were even real.

;A;

THE TEARS MAN. ALL THESE FEELS.

All this week, I have been stuck on three sad stories. Half intentional, half unintentional.

The Titanic(1997). If for some terrible reason you don't know the names of the actors to this movie, shame on you. Go to your room. Serious face.
Though I knew it had a sad, incredibly sad, ending I still decided that I would like to watch it for the old times. Still ended up bawling my eyes out. Big surprise.
I think everyone can agree with me on which scenes it was that they felt all those feels for that movie:
From that one dramatic scene where the infamous words of "Jack I promise I won't let go," to her changing her name to Rose Dawson (very symbolic of how she is married to Jack Dawson and giving the audience a heart wrenching moment), to the scene where we realize in that one photo she went and taught herself how to ride a horse like a man (without Jack), and finally to that final scene of her dreaming, I believe, that she's back on The Titanic with Jack where she is shown in her former beauty.

Tear Level (1-5): Maybe it was due to the fact that I had already known the ending to the story but I give it a 3, which is me crying on the sofa, in the dark, for a good twenty minutes. Sniffles.

The Werewolf Boy (2012), a Korean movie I have been waiting to download since it has been released. Against my better judgement, I really wanted to watch this movie. The only good reason I had to watch this movie really was that the main protagonists were being acted out by a few of my many favorite uprising actors. Song Joong Gi (송중기) and Park Bo Young (박보영).
This story, in my opinion, had its resemblances to the Titanic. One, the grandma, that is like sixty-six years old, is reminiscing about her past with the werewolf boy. Two, the majority of the movie is placed back in the old days, though not as far back as 1912. Three, its a love story between two characters that aren't really meant to be. Four, though they aren't meant to be, they protect each other from the world. Five, the antagonist is just another rich jerk that has no love and can't stand the two lovebirds being together.
But that last reason probably applies to almost every movie out there. And if its not almost every movie, then almost every chick flick.
Someone can prove me wrong. I don't care. It was a rhetorical statement anyway. Smileyface.

Tear Level: Without a second thought, I give it a 5. Which means, I ended up crying so much for almost an hour that I ended up getting a throbbing headache. Once I'd calm down, I'd only end up crying again because everything after it would only remind me of the two lovers. I needed an ice pack for my swelling eyelids. And it's not that the movie was insanely sad either, but the fact that this movie wasn't what I had expected it to be. Just a really beautiful movie with a good story...that likes to punch your face in at the same time.
P.S. Twilight needs to get outta here.

My Sister's Keeper (2004) by Jodi Picoult, turned into a film by 2009. A film that I have not seen because I had heard it was sad. I don't know if I even want to venture into that movie since I have also heard that it was different from the book in many aspects. Which is fine with me because, usually, I prefer the book's version and that applies to any book that has been turned into a film (e.g. Bridge to Terabithia).
Originally I wouldn't have picked this book to read in my free time but it was handed to me in English as an assignment. Well, it was dreadful for me to read this at first. I was not looking forward to reading a sad ending that I knew was nearing. But then Chapter 1 ends with the daughter suing her parents for medical emancipation. ..A cliffhanger if I didn't know one. So here I am, finished with the book in less than two days when only supposed to go up to page seventy-two (It's a little over four hundred). Should I say 'oops' or should I say 'oops'?
Anyway, I enjoyed reading the words off of the pages. It was different from all the romances I have been reading and a good change for me. I'd recommend it. It has enough of the different characters' perspectives per chapter for anyone to get into.

Tear Level: I'd give it a 2. The tears required more than just two brushes of my shirt sleeve. The story had a twist that I just did not see coming. An ending that made me take in my breath just a little. Still good though. The story and characters had a lot of food for thought quotes which allowed me to think differently and conjure up questions like,"What would it be like to fall in love with someone that was dying before you met them? Could you still fall in love with them? What if I was in her shoes? Could I challenge myself to carry out a task that would be fatal? What do you choose, moral or law, when you're a lawyer?"

Well, that's all I wanted to share for today.

Have a swiss roll. The chocolate kind.