#kdramawomensweek: day 8 // age of youth love-fest | happy international women’s day!
So I pretty much put together some of my favorite scenes from Age of Youth. They’re all scenes that really hit me hard emotionally or just personally resonated with me. When Jin Myung, whose feelings have slowly been bubbling underneath the surface, finally overflows with emotion, full of rage and agony. She finally demands the apology she’s been silently asking for. When she fell to the floor in sobs, I cried with her. I felt that grief. When Yi Na realizes she’s been holding herself back and finally lets herself go. Dammit, that scene just hit me. When Eun Jae blows up and just begs for the housemates to be nice to her I could personally relate to her pain and just how nervous she must have felt to finally let that out and tell these almost strangers how alienated they made her feel and how much it had hurt her. That’s not easy.
As you can see, most of my favorite scenes include the girls all together. The relationship that developed between these girls, different in pretty much every way, from being strangers just living in a house together to sisters that loved and protected each other in any way they could was really the main strength of the show. Even that hilarious scene when the girls beat up Eun Jae’s boyfriend because they think he’s some stranger out to hurt her shows just how willing they are to protect each other. I mean, they burst out of the house the second they heard Eun Jae scream. The girls immediately went to comfort Ye Eun when she finally broke up with a boyfriend she loved so much. And when Eun Jae finally comes home after being out all night, the girls just hug her, saying that everything is okay because she’s here and she’s safe. I’m tearing up just thinking of the scene. That love for each other that made them one of the best friendships of 2016 and just in general.
What I love about the girls individual stories is the journey they went through during the drama and where they ended up. They don’t end the drama suddenly complete and whole, but you know they’ve set themselves on that track. They learn to start forgiving and loving themselves. The ghosts they’ve lived with are never completely gone but they’re not held back and tortured by them anymore.
Anyway, what I really want to say is that I love these girls so so so so so much. There’s really nothing I can say that can convey the amount of love I have for this drama and the Belle Epoque girls. It warms my heart when I think of them and I’m just so happy there’s going to be a season 2.
Small gems like her are as easy to lose as a cell phone, but instead of just getting a new one from the store you have to snatch it out of the air, lock it in your bathroom, and re-indoctrinate its entire system of beliefs
When I made this blog a year ago, June 1, 2016, I was twelve years-old and I was in grade 6. I was on that stage in my life where everything was changing;
-I used to listen to Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Ariana Grande and I used to always wear skirts and dresses and the color has to be always pink.
-My school bag was pink. My watch was pink. My pens, pencils, and pencil case was pink. Basically everything had to be pink or I wouldn’t like it.
-I acted so girly and I would always wish on my birthday for my crush to like me back.
-I used to have a diary where I ranted all about my crush and how I embarrassed myself in front of them, trying to make them like me back.
-I also remember the time when my crush told me that he liked my sister. That one still kinda hurts.
-I valued everyone’s opinion and felt like what they say about me is true.
-I also used to have panic attacks a lot, but at that time, I didn’t know what it was. Nobody cared either.
-I used to have a friend called Joshua. We knew each other for 3 years. He would always come to my house and call me. We would always hang out in front of my house along with some other friends.
-One day he stopped calling me. I never knew why.
-Both of my brothers, who used to defend me from my evil sister who likes to treat me like a punching bag, left for their jobs.
-My parents just got divorced. (Even though they broke up nine years ago and my dad already has a girlfriend, it was pretty hard to know that it was official)
In between starting this blog and this post:
+I began listening to My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, Twenty One Pilots, Melanie Martinez and I wear all black and I would always wear jeans all the time, sometimes skirts and shorts, but I would always wear black stockings or mid-thigh socks with it.
+I realized that I was turning emo as fuck.
+I only wear dresses on special occasions that required it.
+I bought merch for the first time. A Dan and Phil sweater, shirt, key ring, and two wristbands.
+I stopped caring about Joshua.
+A thing happened in school. My teacher called me names and embarrassed me in front of the whole class. I cried for hours.
+I told my dad and our helper. I also told our supervisor, but she made fun of me, too.
+Our teacher made a post about me on Facebook. He made me look like a bitch on the post. People commented, agreeing with him. Some teachers on our school liked the post.
+The other teachers started bullying me, too. They all teamed up to make me feel like shit.
+The supervisor didn’t know that the bullying continued on. No action was done and the teachers never got in trouble.
+I made a post about it and posted it in this blog. I instantly got messages that really cheered me up.
+I learned that my dad was getting married to his girlfriend.
+I don’t get panic attacks much often.
This year, before this post:
=The bullying wasn’t often anymore.
=I bought some twenty one pilots merch.
=I realized that I looked so much different now.
=I’m too tall for my age.
=I still don’t have any Tumblr friends.
=I don’t have in real life, also.
=I learned that my mom was also getting married to that guy that I really didn’t like.
=My mom got married before my dad.
=I thought if my dad got married to his girlfriend, I would finally know what a family feels like.
=I was wrong.
=We have a new car.
=My sister finally stopped treating me like her personal punching bag.
=I learned that I was graduating as valedictorian.
=I had to make a speech.
=Some of the teachers made fun of my speech and I cried.
=They called me a cry baby. Not only my teachers, but also my other self-centered classmates.
=I stopped caring about their opinion.
=I started to post less oops.
=I will be moving to another school.
=My birthday is in a month. (July 8). I’m turning thirteen. ah.
=The Nintendo Switch looks cool.
=I asked my dad for a Nintendo Switch on my birthday.
=I don’t know if he will actually buy it cause we’re broke as fuck.
=My two brothers will be coming home this July and I’m really excited ‘cause it’s been so long since I saw them but no one should know that I’m excited what.
So, this post is all about the changes in my life after a year. It’s also to let you know more about me. I guess? I really don’t know how to celebrate being a year on Tumblr… It’s like an anniversary for me being trash. Tumblr made me trash. Thanks, Tumblr.
my twenty one pilots show was on wednesday night. one thing that struck me this time around was that there was a lot of teenagers and younger kids (with parents) in general. it was an arena and the band has attracted a bigger following, yes. but, there was just a lot of kids. my friend who was with me made a comment over it, as we made our way to our seats through busy hallways. and i don’t know. i just had a realization right then and there, my eye catching various red beanies and black painted hands in the crowds. “well, when you think about it, twenty one pilots are what my chemical romance and fall out boy were to us when we were that age,” i replied. it’s strange thinking about it now, because twenty one pilots did a stunning cover of cancer by my chemical romance that night. it was like everything came full circle. i’ll be the first to admit that just like twenty one pilots are saving lives right now, my chemical romance, fall out boy, panic!, etc saved my life and still are actually. it’s weird growing up.