// dreamelesse.

I'm watching "1 Litre of Tears" for the first time ever(!!) and now I'm halfway through. There was a scene where Aya wanted to borrow a book at the library (of her school for the handicapped) after operating hours, and the librarian coldly rejected her, strictly following the operating schedule. Is she so busy and out of time that she can't even do something for one person? Are we so busy that we just stop doing more? I wouldn't have been so affected if not for the fact that Aya is handicapped, I'm pretty sure. But fact is, we are probably all guilty of this.

A Korean drama, "Me Too, Flower", I seem to unreasonably love just ended - last Wesnesday, actually. After the first half of it, I was so sure I'll somehow come to hate it, no thanks to annoying a pain-in-the-ass antagonists and a cycle of misunderstandings and making-ups, but in the end, the good parts were too hard to resist. I asked myself countless times and wondered, "Why do I like this so much?" and I think that's because I can relate to Bong-sun. Sometimes I feel like I'm mildly depressed and indulge in fantasies way too much, just like her. I just want to love and be loved, too. Simple. There's a conversation between Bong-sun and her counsellor/therapist that I remember and think about frequently: she asks along the lines of "Why does that person act that way?" and the counsellor doesn't give her an answer, but states that when people ask these questions, they're assuming that the other person's at fault, leaving th

Be honest about myself.