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Today, instead of doing Degler in the afternoon, I started rewatching 1 Litre of Tears. In Japanese. With Japanese subtitles. And I understood so much more of it than I though I would, medical terminology aside. And Sawajiri Erika is really gorgeous and Ryo (hair aside) is so, so *____*-worthy. idek, it might be just watching him on a large television. But in any case, I got through two and a half episodes and remembered exactly why I loved this drama.
And I also recalled how much it changed my life those three and a half years ago. (that's a little overdramatic though) In the winter of 2006, I was twelve, borderline thirteen, and decided quite randomly to venture into the world of dramas. I'd been apprehensive, but hunted around for something everyone recommended. When I found it, I decided that it sounded like a good idea, even if it was ridiculously sad-sounding.
At the same time, it was sort of a test of whether or not I'd cry at the end, considering that the most exposure to tear-jerkers was the span of about an hour and a half in a few movies. In a drama, it would be longer, stronger, more emotional involvement with the characters and the story, and I figured that maybe I'd end up sobbing my heart out like everyone else.
As I watched, I fell in love. 1 Litre sparked three great likes in my life:
1. the study of genetics
2. Nishikido Ryo
3. Japanese dramas
I liked the drama so much, when we did projects on genetic diseases in science, I immediately asked my teacher if I could do Spinocerebellar Ataxia even if it wasn't on the list. 1 Litre got its own slide, which my teacher was happy with since I appeared so... interested in the topic.
Yeah, it's lame, I'll admit, but I think if I'd seen anything else, something a little less involved and emotional, I wouldn't have fallen as quickly. There was just something about this family, so close-strung and caring and supportive, brought together by something devastating, that was captivating for me. And I learned that Japanese dramas might be even better than anime (which, at the time, seemed impossible; at the age of twelve I was still in my slightly rabid anime fan stage).
Since watching 1 Litre, I've seen a number of dramas that I'd probably have to use all ten fingers, all ten toes, and borrow a friend or two (or three)'s to count in total. Sure, it's eaten up a lot of my life, but I'm okay with that.
Because what fun is a hobby if you're not completely taken with it?
Ahaha, no, I have not checked my flist today. I will do so tomorrow or Tuesday because a;lfkjsld I just don't have the time right now. My thesis paper is due in three weeks and I don't have a thesis yet, shoot. But I am getting Ryoko's photobook (thank you, Gen! <3) in a few weeks, so I will let myself open it whenever it is that I finish my thesis paper (since I have to get it from Gen). Good incentive, right? :Db
Off-topic, but I really want a burger.
And I also recalled how much it changed my life those three and a half years ago. (that's a little overdramatic though) In the winter of 2006, I was twelve, borderline thirteen, and decided quite randomly to venture into the world of dramas. I'd been apprehensive, but hunted around for something everyone recommended. When I found it, I decided that it sounded like a good idea, even if it was ridiculously sad-sounding.
At the same time, it was sort of a test of whether or not I'd cry at the end, considering that the most exposure to tear-jerkers was the span of about an hour and a half in a few movies. In a drama, it would be longer, stronger, more emotional involvement with the characters and the story, and I figured that maybe I'd end up sobbing my heart out like everyone else.
As I watched, I fell in love. 1 Litre sparked three great likes in my life:
1. the study of genetics
2. Nishikido Ryo
3. Japanese dramas
I liked the drama so much, when we did projects on genetic diseases in science, I immediately asked my teacher if I could do Spinocerebellar Ataxia even if it wasn't on the list. 1 Litre got its own slide, which my teacher was happy with since I appeared so... interested in the topic.
Yeah, it's lame, I'll admit, but I think if I'd seen anything else, something a little less involved and emotional, I wouldn't have fallen as quickly. There was just something about this family, so close-strung and caring and supportive, brought together by something devastating, that was captivating for me. And I learned that Japanese dramas might be even better than anime (which, at the time, seemed impossible; at the age of twelve I was still in my slightly rabid anime fan stage).
Since watching 1 Litre, I've seen a number of dramas that I'd probably have to use all ten fingers, all ten toes, and borrow a friend or two (or three)'s to count in total. Sure, it's eaten up a lot of my life, but I'm okay with that.
Because what fun is a hobby if you're not completely taken with it?
Ahaha, no, I have not checked my flist today. I will do so tomorrow or Tuesday because a;lfkjsld I just don't have the time right now. My thesis paper is due in three weeks and I don't have a thesis yet, shoot. But I am getting Ryoko's photobook (thank you, Gen! <3) in a few weeks, so I will let myself open it whenever it is that I finish my thesis paper (since I have to get it from Gen). Good incentive, right? :Db
Off-topic, but I really want a burger.