海角七号!

I AM COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH CAPE NO. 7 MUSIC. ♥

海角七号 was an okay movie. When I first saw it, I was incredibly confused. I didn't understand what the movie was saying and as a result, I didn't care for it much. I thought it was strange, and it's not until now I realize the brilliance of this movie and the reason why it's so famous in Taiwan, even now.

The love stories that mirror each other is the brilliance of this movie. By paralleling the love story of a young and poor teacher with a small girl during the Japanese occupation of Taiwan, with the modern day story of Tomoko and Aga...this director created a brilliant setup, that's all I have to say. Conveniently, both girls are named Tomoko, and the present-day Tomoko comes across the love letters in Aga's room, letters that the teacher wrote to the Tomoko, her counterpart during the Japanese occupation, almost 90 years before her time. Aga returns the letters to the old Tomoko, and the end of the movie is her receiving of the box of love letters, and thinking back to her love story almost 90 years ago.

It gives me chills just thinking about it. & this music is pure genius. I'm completely and utterly hooked. This will give me about two months worth of good and pure instrumentals. AHHH THIS IS SO MUCH LOVE /fangirl squee

Responsibilities are responsible for my feelings.

If you had a choice between disappointed parents and angry parents, what would you choose?

I'd choose angry. But that's not what I got this evening.

I thought I chose March SAT. But I got the email reminding me of my "January" SAT - and I freaked out. I got a lecture and three yelling fests about not checking my ticket, not caring, not being "xi xing" enough. I know. I'm sorry. It's my fault I'm not responsible. It's my fault I didn't check the ticket carefully when I first printed it in December. I know I've been irresponsible; and if you don't trust me with my responsibilities in the future I can understand.

I'm not ready for the January one... and that's why I freaked out. I haven't been keeping up with practice work because I've been so busy with school. It's hard, but I have no one to blame but myself for not balancing time.

So the fact that my dad just came into my room and said "I'm not angry anymore because I don't know what to say of you anymore. But I can tell you that I'm very, very disappointed in you." is not biding well with me. Then he left the room, went into his, and shut the door.

To put it lightly... I feel like trash.

Look how far we've come.

I understand that I'm not allowed to go. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't really hurt.

I'm not allowed to go to winterball because of last semester's grades. I understand. My parents think I've had enough fun, and I have. Homecoming was already a pretty big stretch for my parents. But when I get three IM windows open, all guys, all talking about girls and how to ask them to winterball...asking for advice, things like that. It tears me up inside. I cried. And it does hurt.

I can't believe what kind of a person I've become.