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I revel in the latest age of technology as much as the next young adult.
After a while, I started to forget the novelty of feeling a book in my hands, the scent of the paper coming off the page. Today’s read is whiskey words & a shovel III by r.h. Sin. And I honestly cannot remember the last time I found a book that I connected to as much as I did with this one.
It’s very rare for a writer to find a piece of literature that might as well be theirs. Your words are your own, and there is a distinct quality to every writer that is immensely difficult to replicate. Without the soul of the original writer, it all just becomes words on paper.
I read this book backwards, starting from the middle. With each page I found words that I might have told someone else and words that I would have loved to hear. It’s an incredible ability to read what might as well have been a letter from your past life.
Note to self: thank an author any chance you get. You never know whose life they’re changing.
“A fine mix of unicorn blood, witches brew, and broken hearts.”
There are two priorities Millennials have nowadays. One might lead to the other, but ultimately, we choose one for the time being as we ignore the other.
In my opinion, a majority of young adults within my age bracket can willingly admit to focusing on work as a priority. Due to the competitive nature of the current economy and overall job market, putting all focus on our career is deemed as a completely sensible outlook on life. This general subsection of young adults who put work/education above all other matters have goals to keep, and there is little room to distract.
The second and most cliched priority that anyone would be embarrassed to own up to is love. I think most people secretly wish for it, but, upfront, love is a fairytale – it’s for the foolish, for the weak – and love is the only force in this world that breaks you faster than you can break yourself.
There’s nothing wrong with love. It’s beautiful and perfectly flawed. It generates dreams beyond reality with little fuel required. Scraps of hope bloom into fantasies, music, and the subjectively inevitable romance. No, there is nothing wrong with love.
The flaw and the dilemma lies within the effects of love.
Think of romance like a bottle of liquor, unopened and chilled, a crystal blue glass visage, tightly and securely sealed by a flimsy piece of metal worth no more than two pennies. That safety seal breaks at the first glance, and it might remain as such until you get curious enough to expose that liquor to the air. But who knows how long that will take? Minutes, hours, months – however long until the curiosity burns through your fingertips.
That first charming sentence – however impactful it may be – is what opens bottles. And as the conversations take place, a shot goes down every time your heart beats a little too fast.
(Everyone holds their alcohol differently – so relate these numbers as you would to your own pace.)
The first shot burns, and the initial panic hits your stomach yet something tells you to continue. Shot number four is when you begin to laugh too easily, and number five is when the room starts to spin. By the eighth, everything slows except for your thoughts.
Even if you choose to stop sipping, the alcohol sits, blending in with your bloodstream until you don’t actually know if it’s still there or not.
Under good circumstances, the high remains until the affection is so secure you don’t need to drink anymore. You stay awake until the blur fades, and you can sleep peacefully knowing all will be well in the morning. This is the route we all wish for from the moment that seal is broken – an infinite inebriation and a sweet surrender to affection.
I don’t think it’s the most common route, and this is probably why the bottles cease to pop or cheaper, more destructive bottles are chosen.
In the more common and most plausible route, you lay down in the midst of the rumbling in your head – that only makes it worse. However it may happen, the bottle might be taken away or you choose to close it on your own with whatever strength you have – you know as you shut your eyes that the hangover is inevitable. The emptiness and the tears, the broken words and the wrong steps – the hangover can last as long as you let it until your body finally goes back to normal.
And suddenly that bottle and its taste is just another memory either to be looked at with fondness or discomfort.
It’s unfortunate that too many people experience the hangover until they can’t bear to even look at another bottle. Not enough dreamers get to live the life-long happily drunken state before being abruptly shaken awake.
The patience for those who made love a priority has worn thin. Eventually, all the dreamers of the world will return to reality.
Let me start off by saying I am entirely part of the anti Neo-Disney movement. I’m part of the early 90s generation that grew up with Lizzie McGuire, Even Stevens, and Phil of the Future. That was the time of my life when overly complicated jokes like the ones that grace the script of Archer didn’t really matter, and all I needed was some classic humor and sassy female leads to get my day going. That was the era of Disney that helped shape my personality (I wonder where all the wit came from?). So, again, I am 100% anti Neo-Disney.
But… I freaking adore Andi Mack.
First things first, look at how adorable Peyton Elizabeth Lee is. Her pixie cut was something I didn’t have the guts to achieve until I was a junior in high school, and here she is, just turning 13 (in the show), and she’s rocking it. IT’S THOSE CHEEKS! The cheeks, the teeth, oh goodness, I’m fangirling over her as we speak! Alongside all of those things that she was born with, towards the end of the pilot episode, she sports an aqua blue oriental style embroidered bomber jacket. If I could have a little sibling in another life, I hope it’s her. If only I had that sense of style when I was hitting puberty…
I wouldn’t have paid much attention to Andi Mack had I not seen an article come across my Facebook newsfeed about the amazing plot twist at the end of the show’s pilot. Honestly, I assumed it had something to do with the LGBT movement since the new Beauty and the Beast live action movie announced that two gay characters would be part of the storyline, and the community has been raving about the representation in recent media. This was not the case for Andi Mack.
Teen pregnancy as a show hasn’t been a thing since the Secret Life of the American Teenager (of which I only saw the first episode and proceeded to mindlessly skim until I got the gist of everything that happened). It’s revealed in the later half of the pilot that Andi’s badass big sister Bex is actually not her sister – she’s her mom.
Lilan Bowden is gorgeous, and she fits the role of a big sister well. This show actually makes you think from the child’s point of view instead of the mother’s like in the Secret Life. Since Andi is already at that age when she’s starting to declare her independence, you can see it more from how she’s trying to approach the situation instead of her sister’s thoughts. Now, I think Bex’s story could start an entirely other show, but I’m guessing her backstory is going to be revealed as the season goes on.
Congratulations, Disney! I can see the direction you’re heading to. Starting with Girl Meets World, Disney Channel is reaching back to their crowd from the 1990s by approaching them through their children with real life situations. I guess you could consider that a fusion between a kids show and adult life resulting in a valuable life lesson? Teen pregnancy definitely isn’t something you’d want your five year old finding fun, but many parents these days are in their early 20s. These are the parents who grew up with Lizzie as well, and Lizzie’s creator Terri Minsky came back with a huge slap to the Millenial’s warped vision of entertainment with Andi Mack.
Remember the days when even Mom and Dad loved Disney Channel and enjoyed it with you? Maybe it’s time for those days to make a comeback.
Best of luck to the cast of Andi Mack! Looking forward to supporting you through your careers.
You can watch the first episode of Andi Mack here!
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Sure, I’m six years too late, but, if you’re like me, I find solace in the movies I’ve seen a hundred times. But every now and then, I get the urge to watch something new. I’d wanted to watch Midnight in Paris right when it came out, but I confess I procrastinated. So when I saw it appear on Netflix, I was ready to jump at it. Let’s dive into this film.
Have you ever heard of a soulmate? I’m sure you have. But I’ve heard one more step into that – I was told once before that if your spirit craves for a place you’ve never been to before, a place that even though you’ve only stepped foot on its soil for a couple of days, and it truly feels like home, it means your soulmate is there. It’s your soul city. It’s the sensation of being homesick for a place that you’ve never even been to.
In Midnight in Paris, directed by Woody Allen, Gil Pender struggles with his one-sided love and passion for the city and his one-sided love for his fiancee Inez. She’s a seemingly independent woman who shows more emotion for her college crush than she does for her fiance, and Gil is a hopeless romantic author who is in love with Paris. She finds his passion for the city childish and can only see the amount of romance one might experience from seeing a black and white postcard of the Eiffel Tower. As his passion carries him forward, at the stroke of midnight, a 1920s style cab pulls up in front of him and he finds himself in the presence of the world’s most famous writers and artists. He is able to find inspiration from their company and their 20s era state of mind.
If I’m being honest, this movie wasn’t amazing. I’m not a huge fan of Owen Wilson, and unfortunately, I know too many girls like Inez that it actually made me angry to watch her character obviously disregard her fiance’s hopes and dreams.
However, this is fuel for a writer. I never take pleasure in calling myself a writer. I haven’t published anything, and I find too much embarrassment whenever someone even attempts to read my writing out loud. But I take pride in the responses I’ve received over the years from anything I’ve written. Writers hold an immense amount of power, and it’s a special type of force that can change their readers’ emotions at the drop of a hat. To conjure up enough sadness from a third person, to make them cry, to make them laugh, to make them feel what your character feels – this is a power not easily harnessed. Authors are the real rulers of the generation. Through writing, cities are moved and passion is born.
And while I confess that Midnight in Paris is not on my list of favorite movies, it inspired me. I haven’t written anything in months, and that saddens me. Sometimes the passion to write can falter because of the obstacles that one experiences in life. And I never like to put out anything that I deem subpar. The words need to be perfectly placed, and I need to be able to read it like I didn’t write it and feel the emotions I was attempting to convey.
Midnight in Paris is the perfect depiction of a modern hopeless romantic’s journey to find the words held back by the life he lived. And in the end, he let go of that seemingly idealistic facade, and found his way back to the romance through his adventures in Paris.
Whenever I meet knew people, there’s a reasonable amount of eye contact. I shake their hand and introduce myself with a smile, making sure they know that it really is a pleasure to meet them. I’m here to be a new friend, and if you’d let me, I would like us to eventually trust each other.
“Girls don’t usually introduce themselves.”
I was told this once, and I honestly wondered if it was really that weird that I introduced myself.
“It’s not weird. It makes you stand out.”
But I’m not trying to. I want to be friendly; I want to make a good impression. I don’t want someone new to think that I’m stand-off-ish or cold.
“You friendzoned him.”
How… How can I friendzone someone when no romantic advance was ever assumed or hinted at? I didn’t do anything. I treat him like everyone else.
“That’s how you friendzoned him. You made him feel special, then he saw that was how you act with every guy you know.”
See? This is what it is to be the friendly girl. I can’t shake one guy’s hand without him thinking I’m interested, and in addition to that, I can’t shake a second guy’s hand without the first one thinking that, no, I’m interested in the latter. Are manners that uncommon nowadays that this is the kind of thinking that most people adapt? Wow, she’s talking to me and seems genuinely interested in what I have to say, so maybe she likes me.
There’s fault on both sides of thinking. Just because I want to hear what you have to say doesn’t mean that I look at you romantically. I have my own opinions, and I want to hear yours because maybe I’m talking to a kindred spirit who prefers dogs to cats. And on the other side, what makes you so sure I’m not interested after seeing me equally engaged in a conversation with someone else?
It seems like it’s so rare to find the common courtesy society used to have. It used to be normal for anyone to shake someone else’s hand and not get the wrong idea. Be classy, be confident, be welcoming to the world – but now that means the same thing as being flirtatious.
What’s your opinion on being the nice girl/guy?
The first of many! LumiLens will be my series of reviews on music videos, movies, and dramas. Let’s begin, shall we?
I’ve been a fan of the Japanese band ‘flumpool’ for almost a decade. I remember stumbling across their song 花になれ years ago, and I fell in love instantly. Since then, I don’t think I can recall a single song of theirs that I didn’t like. They have a very timeless sound, one that’s fit for numerous moods and occasions. I admit, I have a crush on their lead Ryuta Yamamura. With his classic looks and distinct voice, I wasn’t surprised to find out that he was the leading man in this drama.
Everyone’s Getting Married (突然ですが、明日結婚します) directed by Michiko Namiki is the live action adaptation of the manga with the same title by Izumi Miyazono. I confess, I haven’t read the manga. I’ve been out of touch with any reading for a while (aside from ‘Tales of the Unusual’ which I read to satisfy some dark side of mine), but after watching the first couple of episodes, I might just find a reason to start up again.
This drama follows Asuka, a dedicated banker, who dreams of getting married and being a housewife just like her mother. Upon chance, she meets Ryu, a seemingly cold-hearted show host who refuses to get married. After the breakup with her boyfriend of five years (how dare he), Asuka finds herself being chased after by Ryu, though he still insists that marriage is not for him.
Everyone is waiting on episode 7, and while I’m only on episode 2, I’m already hooked. Aside from being able to watch Ryuta outside of a music video, Mariya Nishiuchi makes her character very relate-able, so it’s easy to see her point of view on this. On the other hand, Ryu’s view on marriage is very reasonable as well. This drama definitely makes one think about his or her goals in life regarding marriage. Especially at my age when you start to realize that in five years or so, I’ll either be married, working, or both. I’m a hopeless romantic, and it’s pretty obvious that Asuka is, too. But for Ryu, who’s damaged from another very realistic situation, it looks like he knows what he wants even though it might contradict his views.
“An old love came to an end, and a new period of my life started.” – Ryu
That might not be an exact quote, but, for me, this stood out a lot. Many young adults my age are either in a relationship, lonely for company, or too focused on their careers for anything else. In my opinion, one always leads to another. This drama was definitely what I needed, and I can’t wait to keep watching.
When was the last time you spent the day alone?
Not those days that are spent all day in bed, watching movies, and stuffing your face with whatever snack is closest to your bed. I mean, when was the last time you went out and enjoyed the day on your own without expecting any company? I confess, I don’t do it that often, but now I see that it’s kind of a necessity. This is the day you use to see that you really don’t need anyone to be around to enjoy the time you have.
This is one of my two days off during the week. I don’t often have the weekends off because of retail, but after a while I got used to it. All of my close friends have their own schedules whether it involves previously made plans or class. And for a while, I spent days like this in bed, convinced that I needed more sleep.
But is that the truth?
I don’t really think so. No matter how much time I spend in bed, it will never be enough to be enthusiastic about work
Today, I used my time to go out. I grabbed my laptop, my headphones, and bought a caramel macchiato with a toasted croissant, and I sat at an empty table for two at the mall. It isn’t the prettiest of days, but I was breathing in fresh air. I was getting work done after procrastinating, and I was enjoying my music while looking at a place that wasn’t my bedroom. I don’t feel lonely, and I don’t feel like inviting anyone to join me because if I did, then the self-made white noise would be disrupted and the entire day would change.
During this quality time with myself, I realized that there’s always enough time in the day for me to appreciate my time with me – without sharing it with anyone else.
I originally intended on starting this blog for personal thoughts, life issues and lessons, and overall subjects that I felt comfortable enough to share with the people in my life. Platforms like Tumblr left my words overlooked, and a brand new start seemed to be the best idea.
Only until this very second, I didn’t actually realize what LumiScript really was for.
LumiScript – the combination of my favorite spell ‘lumos‘ and ‘postscript’ is my way of starting from the simplicity of personal issues I’ve come across and combining them with the music scene that I’ve found my home in. I’ve learned over the years of being apart of the Hallyu music scene that the youth of today grow up and learn from the music they listen to. I started out with the angsty, carefree sounds of pop punk and somehow ended up entangling my earbuds with Japanese metal and Korean dance pop. So how does this tie into LumiScript?
I have friends in high places, but I don’t intend on depending on them to help me rise above the latency of new blogs and YouTube channels. Instead, I plan on reaching out to rising artists, underground artists, photographers, dancers – anyone who wants their voice to be heard to the audiences I’m familiar with stretching across the indie music scene to the anime conventions I love attending. This is my way of fusing the worlds that created my personality together.
Let the games begin!
First stop: RVA Mini Hallyu Expo.
If there’s any place I know I’ll find new friends, it’s with the Hallyu scene.
I think that word gets thrown around too often.
If you think about it, two of the most overused and commonly misused words in the English language might be ‘love’ and ‘lonely.’ And often enough, one follows the other in most situations.
The distinct differences between ‘love’ and ‘in love’ or the ones between ‘alone’ and ‘lonely’ can be forgotten, letting the words slip passed our mouths whether we notice it or not. I find myself very reluctant to use the word ‘lonely’ unless I absolutely mean it. Truthfully, over time, I just grew used to keeping certain company, and during the transition to a new atmosphere, I thought I was losing my breath, when in reality, I just didn’t notice that I was adapting in my own way.
I’ve witnessed a couple of heartbreaks within the past year, one of them being my own, and, while it was a conscience ripping experience, I now know that I wasn’t really lonely. I grew used to his company, the routine, the lifestyle I picked up that was ‘me and him.’ In the process, I neglected to see that the original company I kept had not really changed. I was not alone. The same people who kept me from being lonely in the past were still there, but my mind had been so in deep with someone else that I just… forgot about them.
That was my mistake.
Thinking back to my previous post about the subjectivity of romance, I looked past the friends whose memories had been tattooed onto my skin and only saw his name – a temporary tattoo extended with extra care and my own neglect.
“The sea never falters.”
These are the experiences of people who are not actually lonely – they just crave the company they became used to.
It does not do to leave the world you’ve made as your own for a dream in the hopes of making it a reality. Youth in love, youth alone, youth intertwined with the circumstances of the freedom to give yourself away – it should never be confused with that step towards being away from that world for so long that it becomes foreign. Know your world, know why it exists. See why your world is where you are safe.
Don’t throw away the key and you won’t be lonely.