#bangkok love stories: plead

[clairedaring]

something tells me tee bundit saw bangkok love stories: plead and thought "damn nonkul can definitely look good smelling frangipani and also film beautiful sex scenes"

[whumpily-ever-after]

Whumptober2022 Day 9

No. 9: The Very Noisy Night: Tossing and Turning

✨Bangkok Love Story Plead episode 10

✨Come and Hug Me episode 17

✨Cupid's Last Wish episode 6

✨Hello Dear Ancestors episode 18

✨Killer and Healer episode 26

✨Let's Fight Ghost episode 5

✨Lovers of the Red Sky episode 3

✨Moorim School episode 9

✨Not Me episode 4

✨The Eclipse episode 7

✨The King's Affection episode 8

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

Chronic/Terminal Illness Whump Lists

Whump lists I have made where a character in the drama/film has a chronic and/or terminal illness. (This list includes "conditions". For example: heart conditions, supernatural illnesses or conditions) (The illness does not have to be across the whole drama/film)

DRAMAS

🇰🇷Korea

Duel >> {x}

Just Between Lovers >>> {x}

Confession >>> {x}

Doctor Detective >>> {x}

Time >>> {x}

Revenge of Others >>> {x}

My Love From The Star >>> {x}

Memorist >>> {x}

Where Stars Land >>> {x}

Color Rush >>> {x}

Color Rush Season 2 >>> {x}

Doctor John >>> {x}

One Ordinary Day >>> {x}

Lovers of the Red Sky >>> {x}

The Good Bad Mother >>> {x}

🇨🇳China

Reunion: The Sound of The Providence >> {x}

Reunion: Sound of The Providence Season 2 >> {x}

The Untamed >> {x}

The Golden Eyes >>> {x}

Miss Crow with Mr. Lizard >>> {x}

Deep In My Heart >>> {x}

Legend of Fei >>> {x}

🇯🇵Japan

Fuujinshi >>> {x}

Virtual Detective Tabito

Higurashi >>> {x}

Algernon ni Hanataba O >>> {x}

🇹🇭Thailand

Bangkok Love Stories: Plead >>> {x}

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MOVIES

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MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> {X}

[mahuhumaling]

post velum;

textpost edition. a freeform poem about the journey of patpran.

🔗 — [visual edition.] [insp.] [x]

PRELUDE.

PROLOGUE

Let me not tell you a story about two households both alike in dignity, in fair Bangkok, where we lay our scene. And instead: about two boys, their hundred stop-it's, but-what-if's, and what-the-fuck-does-this-mean's; simultaneously flown and grounded by the passage of time.

And maybe a little bit of Fate.

THE ENGINEER

Picture fierce eyes, dark swept hair, and a natural affinity for people. He walks with such swagger and charm that makes you both remember and forget he's been Head of the Class for years. But don't let that fool you: despite always being sleeveless, he wears his heart on it.

THE ARCHITECT

A walking amalgamation of a question mark and an exclamation point, he is sarcasm embedded in a smirk that extends to deep dimples for most, a sketch book with a puzzle lock for some, and a thousand meters of ocean depth for him alone.

ACT I.

SCENE ONE

The plain black watch tells us we're doomed from the start. But shh. Do you hear that?

It rings to signal a start — to start it is, again, is to love and grieve at the same time, what we equally had and never could. What we really were and never allowed to be.

SCENE TWO

The universal truth is that the sky is blue. But I can also tell you without uncertainty that the day you stormed out with sunken eyes and parted lips with my father's words, that day, the sky was red.

SCENE THREE

Is it worth cutting yourself open over guitar strings? A stolen third wonton? How about a half-assed paper airplane? An imaginary corpse flower? The black instrument case or the makeshift pavillion sign? Or is it the million little things in between them all?

SCENE FOUR

The nightlight's smile looks like a teasing grin now, unsympathetic to the unwashed gray shirt, the shared blue sheets, and the space and warmth in between.

At least it's not bright enough to reveal tears pleading to fall.

ACT II.

SCENE FIVE

What are we? I search for it in the crevices of your mouth. What are we? In the years of distance between our flushed necks. What are we? In the cold rooftop railing full of want.

I can feel it start to rain. It's not the reason you walked away.

SCENE SIX

The only thing the salty water and air can heal is us.

SCENE SEVEN

I lost. I have been losing from the start. Have me.

SCENE EIGHT

It's in the third beer that the weighted truth sinks in. Everything else fades, including the mundane lies. The bang of the xylophone sticks don't quite strike like the drum, but it hits like it's stripping us off of untruths.

Red dropping.

ACT III.

SCENE NINE

Facing the music has never been this loud. An untouched football, a graze across the stomach, a few ragged breaths, and fingerprints obscuring a hidden venom.

Red dripping.

It can't get worse than this, right?

SCENE TEN

Guess not.

SCENE ELEVEN

The only thing the salty water and air can heal is us.

SCENE TWELVE

The strings of our tin cans were shrouded by a strong, lingering mist of guilt and misery, too many decades old to be pulled apart, so it stays. We also do. But it never rusts. We clean them regularly.

POSTSCRIPT.

EPILOGUE

We were doomed from the start. But shh. Just like writing plays, like writing songs, there are revisions. After all, this is our story, our song. We get to dictate who are part of it. We get to compose how the Coda sounds like.

Fate is not as cruel as we think she is.

INTERMISSION.

the Our Skyy 2 crossover.

SCENE 11.1

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who is the stupidest one of all? Is it you who insists on cramming every inch of yourself into the spaces I consume, or is it me who pushes you not to?

Because what happens if I get accustomed to it? What if I become so familiar with your fingertips on my arm that I caress the ghost of it when I eventually leave for two years? Even for a while, would the single bed and the sole toothbrush terrorize me awake?

Give me an apple. I'm getting on the bus to leave this doubt behind and seek answers.

In the throes of teasing, of pushing and pulling, Fate's shadows skirt around the edges of another story, waiting for you to collide.

THE FOREST RANGER

You see yourself in him, with the way he closes his arms and his heart. He is years ahead of you, but you can feel it: he is just as scared as you are, except his fear has worn down and dulled. When he says nothing, you go to sleep understanding the faraway look in his eye. It must be a fissure.

Afraid that someone will go in; begging for someone to go in.

(You're also pretty sure that not even Snow White got lost in the woods as long as this, not with a silent Huntsman by her side.)

THE TEACHER

He is also engineer — he is also impulsive and brash with the way he sways to and fro along the road that leads to the cliff. He has the same reckless abandon as you when it comes to loving people with the way he demands to find the student while sporting a high fever. You try to blame it on the surgery scars on his chest or his reputable last name, but you learn that that's always been him, just reformed.

You also learn he's been deaing with guilt.

time for the curtain call.

SCENE 11.2

I don't really think about the fact that my laughter only echoes the loudest when I'm sure they can be muffled by the wild thrash of the waterfall, or that you can fully bury your face in my nape under the comfort of mesh curtains. I don't really think about how I surrender myself to loving you in the most open of spaces — the sea and the mountain.

I don't think about it. Instead, at night, I long to climb up the cliff and just count to a thousand. How did the Teacher put it? 956, 957, 958...

Damn it. I can't finish it either.

SCENE 11.3

It's 10:10 when you first return it to me with kid wonder and the water washed out. It's 10:10 when I take it out the box the second I meet you again with a kick to the chest. It's 9:31 when I decide to start wearing it, 9:04 when I see you at the rooftop, 9:17 when you clutch it close with a confession lodged in your throat thinking you'd lost me, and 9:39 when I reassure you with bandaid words that you hadn't.

It's always been nine or ten PM. It's always been this deep into the night when I can look you in the eye and ask, "So?" with a teasing lilt, but secretly plead for you to admit that you feel as deeply as I do, that you're dancing in the same thread of forever as I am.

You whisper yes, and a whole lot more.

SCENE 11.4

For once, the red doesn't drop. It stays high, high up, high enough that everyone can see. But everyone is cheering. And even if both of us are donned in costumes, I kmow the love we are putting under the spotlight is just as unapologetic and carefully mended and queer as our own. They are cheering for us too.

And since I know you want to be seen, I remove the glass coffin and let you pull me in.

END.

[ryansjane]

im excited for namtanfilm but im a BIT worried about the disability representation, fingers crossed it's not terrible ;w;

I can understand but I'm not worried at all?? first of all gmmtv did great with the disability storyline in moonlight chicken, and it seems like they'll do the same for the one in last twilight. though this show is not directed by the same director, I'm not really worried? imo the worst thing they could do is magically cure film's character of her blindness in the end, which is what happened for nonkul's character in bangkok love stories: plead (spoilers whoops), which I hated. but I doubt it & I'm really, really excited for this. namtan & film are literally the two best gmmtv actresses so I don't think they would choose a show that is not great! of course we shall see how it comes out once it airs, but I'm pure hype & not worried at all!

xxx

[pharawee]

But it couldn't have been cheap to subscribe them? I have no idea Netflix has Thai BL series? Yeah, it doesn't have to be BluRay, but at least give us high quality. ><

I can't really say whether it's cheap or not. Everyone has to decide for themselves whether it's something they can afford. It's definitely worth it for me, and as someone working in an adjacent field I'd like to support my favourite artists whenever I can because I know firsthand how underpaid and undervalued creatives are.

Afaik Netflix only has (had?) SOTUS in their US catalogue. They have lots of amazing quality Thai drama though (like Bangkok Love Stories 2: Plead with Nonkul Chanon, Remember You with Tay Tawan, Let's Fight Ghost & School Tales with Saint Suppapong, and my all-time favourite The Stranded with half of Nadao's artist roster).

[sangwuyan]

[universal83]

Watch the full episode online for free here

[capricores]

watching this drama and realizing this is rly how i sound to my friends huh 💀

[bryanllamado]

#RoadToThailand | 10

•••

— 4th Week of September —

The time has come for us to leave Thailand. Writing about it now still makes me sad. I found a second home in Chanthaburi and the people there most especially my students. During the start of my internship, I was telling myself: Oh, this is going to be a long ride. Let’s do this! I felt comfortable, at home and at ease. Something about the people and the place made me feel happy and contented. I don’t remember when I exactly felt it but it I knew I found home the time I stopped missing the Philippines. I also stopped counting down the days till I go home and instead, prayed for more time to spend in Thailand. When September came, I knew everything will happen in just a blink of an eye and I wished I could stop the time from passing just so I can stay a bit longer. “Kahit saglit lang, ayoko pang umuwi,” I told myself. But I had no choice so I went ahead and made the most out of the remaining days.

On our last week, I started packing my things and got rid of those that I couldn’t bring home. I upgraded my baggage allowance to 32 kilograms because I have also accumulated a lot of additional stuffs and pasalubong for my family. While I was packing my luggage, all the memories kept coming back tome– from the moment I applied for this until I got here and enjoyed my stay. In the back of my mind, I wasn’t ready to leave and I’m still not getting that I-may-not-see-these-people-and-this-place kind of feels. The days slowly dragged on but I was busy preparing for our flight and accomplishing the documents needed for our internship. We also prepared a few tokens for our cooperating teachers, co-teachers, administrators and students. We expressed our gratitude to the people who welcomed us with arms wide open.

— 28th of September, Friday —

It’s our last day in the school because our flight is scheduled the following morning and we’ll be staying overnight at La Salle Bangna. We are set to leave in the afternoon. That morning, we attended the mass at the cathedral and the morning assembly. I maximized my time with my students because it’s also their examination week. If there are first time jitters, are there last time jitters as well? Because all I know from that moment is that everything I do will be my last– last mass at the cathedral, last morning assembly, last breakfast at the cafeteria, last day at the faculty and last meeting with my students. It all started to get and sink in to me. Still I was nervous, so I suppose there are also last time jitters. Somewhere inside me is the joy because I’m finished with my internship and I’ll finally get to rest but the anxiety that that may also the last time that I will see those people and places made me want to tear up.

I made a lot of memories in Thailand and at that moment, it’s hard to say goodbye and accept the fact that I could not stay anymore. My heart was pleading to stay because I wanted to but my life in the Philippines is waiting for me. And I have no choice but to leave or else I’ll have nothing to come home to.

We were having breakfast when we got the word that there will be a farewell program by lunch time and the students will all be there. I could not imagine how the program will be but I knew that is the time for us to formally say goodbye. I cleaned up my table at the faculty as well as my bed, cabinet and space at our room. I also took the time to visit my students at their respective classrooms to say hello and check on them. Before lunch time, everything was ready– our bags and luggage, the gifts and tokens. We were informed that the program will start in a few minutes so we proceeded to the open hall beside the cafeteria. Nerves were getting the best of me and I didn’t know what will happen– I just dragged myself there. When we got there, all the students and the faculty members are there. I looked at my students and I can already see the sadness in their eyes and that sadness almost made me burst into tears. But I decided to look away and stop the tears from falling because I don’t want them to see me cry. I tried so hard to stop the tears until the program formally started. Brother Luke gave a short message to us. He apologized for being so preoccupied but I swear he did his best to make us feel at home. Some students also delivered their messages in English. I was so proud to witness them speak and read in English with confidence. Brother Boss also gave his message. The program continued with the tokens of appreciation that they offered us. The gifts included a school bag, mats, a journal, Thai home decors, shirts and certificates. I managed to get through all the messages without shedding a teardrop until they asked us to deliver our messages. I was the last one to deliver my message and I could still remember how nervous I was holding the microphone. I delivered a short message using English that they would understand. Halfway through it, my voice cracked and I already feel as if I’m on the verge of crying. I tried my best to put into words how thankful I am for meeting the teachers and the students and how much I love them all. The sadness in their eyes just made me so weak but I told myself to fight it. I was still holding back. After we have all delivered our messages, Teacher Somporn was about to close the program formally when some of the students cried. And when children cry, you know they are at their purest and most genuine state. I could no longer fight the tears and I sobbed the way children do and I stopped talking because my voice would only crack. My heart was breaking and there is no other way to let the emotions out but to cry. I finally gave in and released all the anxiety and sadness that I feel at that moment. The program ended with a picture taking with the entire elementary population. We visited each room and handed our simple tokens to the teachers.

We also took our last photos in front of the school building. Brother Boss also gave us his last message because he won’t be coming with us to Bangkok. And that’s it– the van is on deck waiting for us to hop in and put our bags in. After everything is settled, the van started to move and passing through the school vicinity felt as surreal as being there for the first time. We dropped by the Josephphitak Girls’ house to pick them up as well as their stuffs. We drove straight to Bangkok right after. We blasted loud music and sang at the top of our lungs until the hype died down. I fell asleep due to tiredness and woke up greeted by the towering buildings at Bangkok. It brought me to tears knowing that I’m already miles away from Chanthaburi and that there is no certainty that I will be back in the future. But I have to pick myself up because I’ll be back to my normal life in a few hours and I have a lot to catch up on. My family and friends are also excited for my much awaited return.

The night already crept in when we arrived at La Salle Bangna. We had dinner at KFC with Teacher Ping– the one who drove for us. We headed back to the school and brought a few things that we will need in our stay there. We left our luggage at the vans. Each one of us is assigned to a specific room. It just happened that there is a room for three people and it was occupied by Dairen, Rica and Tin. Before I hit the sheets, I decided to check on their room and catch up with them. That day was indeed a rollercoaster of emotions– from getting nervous, to bawling my eyes out and to sharing stories with my friends.

The following morning, we drove straight to the airport. Unlike before where we have our professors with us, now it’s only the 11 of us (Lucky 9 plus 2 additional girls). Ma’am Sayoto has reminded us a number of times prior to that day of the step by step process on how we’ll check on our bags, go to immigration and pass the boarding gates. It was so surreal being in that airport again. It’s as if I was just there yesterday– landing for the very first time, feeling excited and nervous of the new chapter that’s about to begin. It’s like everything happened in the blink of an eye. It’s funny how 4 months can be such a long time and a short time at the same time.

But for now, I’m home and I’m definitely back to reality.

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That’s it for my #RoadToThailand blog series!

Sorry if this entry’s quite lengthy.

I’ll reserve all my thank you’s for a separate entry.

Till the next entry!

Bry. X 011019

[dramaawomaan]

My last list of the year

2019 made me extra emotional.  I lost idols, had plenty of breakdowns, ended up in the hospital, and had family be put in the hospital it was a very crazy year. I cried, laughed, wanted to beat a few people up. Most importantly I saw many dramas this year. 

I wanted to make one more list in 2019, and thought it would be a great idea to list every drama i’ve seen this year.... Thats when I realized that would be a very long list, because I know for a fact i didn’t only watch 2019 released Dramas. I also knew I didn’t have the time to backtrack every single drama I saw this year, list them, figure out if I seen that drama more than once, edit and post the list. I do work almost everyday. 

ANYWAY let me stop talking and get right into this list! 

I wrote this list in sections. Korean Dramas being first, because K-dramas are what I watched the most. Philippine dramas being the last, since I only saw one this year. 

*My Favorite ones our bolded*

*i wrote down dates of my most recently watched ones*

LETS BEGUIN 

Korean dramas 

My Fellow Citizens

Perfume

Tale of nokdu

Angels Last Mission: Love

One Spring Night 

My Strange Hero

The Secret Life of My Secretary 

My Absolute Boyfriend

Vagabond (even though I refuse to finish it until I get a better ending)

Doctor John 

Fates and Furies 

The Crowned Clown 

Abyss

Catch the Ghost! 

Touch your heart 

Her Private Life

Search: WWW

When the Devil Calls Your Name

Memories Of Alahambra ( i love the story, not the ending)

Romance Is A Bonus Book 

Arthdal Chronicals 

Hotel Del Luna 

Melting Me Softly 

Priest 

Kill it ( This drama killed my heart.)

Clean With Passion For Now 

The Light In Your Eyes 

My Country 

Be Melodramatic 

Babel 

Level Up 

Best delivery Man 

Love Affairs In The Afternoon 

I Hate You Juliet 

I Am Not A Robot 

Love Alarm 

The Last Emporress 

Rookie Historian Goo Hae Ryung 

Persona 

Chinese Drama

My Robot Boyfriend 

Flavor Its Yours 

My Girlfriend

My Neighbor Cant Sleep

The world Owes Me A First Love 

My Girlfriend Is A Alien

The Moon Doesn’t Understand My Heart 

Deep In My Heart 

Legend Of the Pheonix 

Put Your Head On My Shoulder 

Hello Again 

My Amazing Boyfriend 2

Thai Drama

Hua Jai Sila ( I will forever remember P’Tor and Min!)

Bangkok Love Stories: Plead 

The Sand Princess 12/26/2019

Boy For Rent 12/27/2019

Bai Mae Tee Plid plew 

Manatsajan ruk korm Gradart 

My Love from Another Star 

Three Will Be Free 

Mint to be 

Nee Rak Nai Krong Fai 12/28/2019

Japanese Drama

Coffee and Vanilla 

Philippine Drama

My love From Another Star 

I want to than everyone that follows and likes my posts, and wish yall all a Happy New Year!!! I really do hope 2020 will not be a horrible year. 2019 was hard for me, especially the last couple weeks. (I found out some pretty unwanted news about my grandpa that makes me pretty sad.) Like I said in the beginning of my post I cried A LOT. But that's enough talking about me!

[netflixia]

New on Netflix US in July 2019

Here's what's coming to Netflix in the US in July, including Stranger Things 3, Orange Is The New Black Season 7, a new season of Queer Eye, Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee, Katee Sackhoff in Another Life and more.

Check out the full list below. 

July 1

Alice Doesn't Live Here Anymore

Astro Boy

Caddyshack

Caddyshack 2

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)

Cheech & Chong's Up in Smoke

Cloverfield

Designated Survivor: 60 days (Netflix Original)

Disney's Race to Witch Mountain

Frozen River

Inkheart

Katherine Ryan: Glitter Room (Netflix Original)

Kill the Irishman

Lady in the Water

Little Monsters

Mean Dreams

Mean Streets

Megamind

Nights in Rodanthe

Paul Blart: Mall Cop

Philadelphia

Rain Man

Road House

Room on the Broom

Scream 3

Starsky & Hutch

Swiped

Swordfish

Taxi Driver

The Accountant of Auschwitz

The American

The Book of Eli

The Brothers Grimm

The Hangover

The Pink Panther

The Pink Panther 2

War Against Women

Who's That Knocking at My Door?

July 2

Bangkok Love Stories: Objects of Affection (Netflix Original)

Bangkok Love Stories: Plead (Netflix Original)

Good Witch: Season 4

July 3

The Last Czars (Netflix Original)

Yummy Mummies: Season 2 (Netflix Original)

July 4

Kakegurui: Season 2

Stranger Things 3 (Netflix Original)

July 5

In The Dark: Season 1

July 6

Free Rein: Season 3 (Netflix Family)

The Iron Lady

Sicilian Ghost Story

July 9 

Disney's Mary Poppins Returns

Kinky

July 10

Family Reunion (Netflix Family)

Grand Designs: Season 10

Grand Designs: Season 15

Parchís: El documental (Netflix Original)

July 11

Cities of Last Things (Netflix Film)

July 12

3Below: Tales of Arcadia: Part 2 (Netflix Family)

4 latas (Netflix Film)

Blown Away (Netflix Original)

Bonus Family: Season 3 (Netflix Original)

Extreme Engagement (Netflix Original)

Kidnapping Stella (Netflix Film)

Luis Miguel - The Series: Season 1

Point Blank (Netflix Film)

Smart People

Taco Chronicles (Netflix Original)

True Tunes: Songs (Netflix Family)

July 13

Sorry Angel

July 16

The Break-Up

Disney's The Princess and the Frog

Frankenstein’s Monster’s Monster, Frankenstein (Netflix Original)

Wynonna Earp: Season 3

July 17

Pinky Malinky: Part 3 (Netflix Family)

July 18

Secret Obsession (Netflix Film)

July 19

Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee: New 2019: Freshly Brewed (Netflix Original)

The Epic Tales of Captain Underpants: Season 3 (Netflix Family)

La casa de papel: Part 3 (Netflix Original)

Last Chance U: INDY: Part 2 (Netflix Original)

Queer Eye: Season 4 (Netflix Original)

SAINT SEIYA: Knights of the Zodiac (Netflix Anime)

Typewriter (Netflix Original)

July 22

Inglourious Basterds

July 24

The Great Hack (Netflix Original)

July 25

Another Life (Netflix Original)

Workin' Moms: Season 2 (Netflix Original)

July 26

Boi (Netflix Film)

The Exception

Girls With Balls (Netflix Film)

My First First Love: Season 2 (Netflix Original)

Orange Is the New Black: Season 7 (Netflix Original)

The Son (Netflix Film)

Sugar Rush: Season 2 (Netflix Original)

The Worst Witch: Season 3 (Netflix Family)

July 29

The Croods

July 30

Whitney Cummings: Can I Touch It? (Netflix Original)

July 31

Kengan Ashura: Part l (Netflix Anime)

The Letdown: Season 2 (Netflix Original)

The Red Sea Diving Resort (Netflix Film)

Wentworth: Season 7

[megbox]

2018 Year In Review

Previous Posts: (2017) (2016) (2015) (2014) (2013) (2012) (2011) 

2018 has not been a banner year for self care. It has not been a banner year for much of anything, to be honest. This year in review will be much less colourful and exciting than they traditionally tend to be. It has been a year of hard work, stress, and feeling the pressure of the less-fun parts of adulthood creeping up on me. It has been really hard, to be totally honest. I have spent the majority of the year in a deep state of exhaustion and distress. There are positives within it all, though. Big positives, such as: 

I went on my longest trip ever away from home. 

I have developed so much in the professional sense and have fallen so deeply in love with social work and my future career path. 

I have made new friends who reflect these changing influences in my life, and the enduring friendships that have survived all of these years continue to strengthen and deepen as time goes on. 

January: 

Tell me - why does January always suck? 2018 began with an opening double shift on New Year’s Day, which I feel is strongly symbolic of the year as a whole because you have an exhausted Megan struggling to responsibly balance my professional responsibilities, self-care, and partying. On January 3rd, Alex and I booked our flights to Asia and in doing so, solidified that we were going through with a plan made drunkenly over the table last summer at a karaoke bar. 

I did get to spend an awesome ski weekend with Alesta, Sydney x 2, and Shelby. It was especially nice because this particular group of people had never spent time all together - we were just united by being a group of girls who love to ski. We hit Lake Louise on Saturday, stayed overnight at a hostel in Banff, and Alesta and I hit Sunshine on Sunday. In Banff, we got a free jug of sangria because we are cute girls. We went to High Rollers and Sydney was drinking IPAs and porters like a pro. I went alone (like... what? Who am I? How drunk was I?) to Dancing Sasquatch after and made friends with some Nova Scotians in line. One of them paid for my cover and bought me not one but two of those infamous Time Machine drinks and extra bonus - Alesta and I got FREE lift passes at Sunshine. 

At the end of the month, my mental health took a sharp nosedive into oblivion and I don’t even really know why. I started experiencing a violent resurgence of something I haven’t felt since the end of the 12th grade, having what I now recognize as panic attacks. The first one came when I was studying on a Sunday at Higher Ground and I had no idea what the fuck was happening, I’d been there for several hours when I suddenly felt the urge to throw up. I packed up all my shit and burst out the door literally gasping for air but ended up being fine. Just shaky and confused. They started happening more frequently after this, with no predictable trigger, and I started to feel the physical manifestations of stress. That was new and it freaked me out. This lent itself to a lot of strange patterns around eating (since I was constantly feeling nauseous, or I thought I was, I didn’t want to have a full stomach. I also thought I had a food intolerance, and because I’m me was 100% convinced I was pregnant because the stress caused me to miss my period). 

February 

Things started to get so bad in February that I had to plead my manager at Famoso for less hours. He was an idiot in general but also did not seem to grasp the severity of what I told him. He would frequently schedule me for these long swing swifts all weekend long, leaving no time or energy for the mountains of homework I had to do. It did not help. 

February was especially busy with school. That’ll be a recurring theme throughout this year. It could honestly be a summary of this entire year - so I’ll spare you the details. But five courses at the University of Calgary is no joke. 

I never needed reading week so badly in my entire life. I was beyond happy to just be able to take a long weekend and not be at Famoso. Shelby arranged for a giant group of her friends to spend the weekend at her friend Sawyer’s massive, absolutely beautiful cabin in Invermere. I got to spend some quality time with two of my favourite people on the planet - Emma and Sydney. From the minute we got into Emma’s car together, to having ciders at the Emerald Lake Lodge on the way, to eating A&W and sharing a bed and “she gon’ fuck the fridge.” Sydney and I spent one afternoon on homework while everyone else went skiing and I was with her when she got the news that she’d won this massive grant and we celebrated by sitting in this magical massage chair and just loving life. We played Drink, Talk, Learn! And I gave a drunken presentation on the history and etiology of pugs. Emma and I went skating on Lake Windermere to cure our hangovers on Sunday. A keg and a bonfire were involved. It was so Canadian, honestly LOL. And so perfect. 

March 

Although I was still struggling with this weird panic-nausea cycle, it lessened through March as more and more assignments were completed. I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel, to use a cliche. I gave three presentations in a week, I remember that being particularly awful. 

I attempted Mellow March for the second time and once again failed. Mildly concerning. I caved on a Wednesday wing night with the Famoso friends. It was 27 days in. So close, so close. 2019 will be my year! 

I started getting really into podcasts at this time because I started commuting using public transit. I got really into Guys We Fucked (which I still love), and This Is Actually Happening. TIAH is kind of fucked up though, and after a while it started to fuck me up. I would have weird dreams about the content and I started becoming paranoid that there was something wrong/extraordinary about me. So I stopped. I guess that is something I have learned about myself this year, is that even when it’s not overt, I am really deeply effected by some of the things I learn. Typically, people of this nature do not excel in the field of social work so allow me to flag this as a place for improvement in the future.

I ran the 5km at the St. Patrick’s Day road race, which was awesome and I won the draw that everyone was entered in and got a FREE pair of these super nice, hot pink New Balance running shoes that I now cherish with my life. 

I had my first round of practicum interviews, which only ended up being one interview because I was offered the placement at CommunityWise before I could interview anywhere else. This is one of the best things to happen the whole year :) 

And a special moment for me as well was on March 31, I got to see Alvvays live. 

April 

In April, I finished hell semester and immediately jetted off to Thailand.

From the get go, the trip was a bit of a shit show. This was my second time to Asia, and my first experience with really planning a trip including flights, hostels, and transportation from place to place without the aid of a tour guide or travel company. We had a time even getting to Bangkok due to an untimely snow storm the day of our departure that forced our flight to Vancouver to be late and causing us to miss our connecting flight to China. After two hours in line at the Air Canada desk, an agent produced a new itinerary for us. Calgary to Los Angeles to Hong Kong to Bangkok. He printed the sheets out and when I looked at the times on the paper, the mental math wasn’t adding up. With me, the mental math never really adds up but this time it seemed impossible that we could leave so much later than planned for our trip and arrive in Bangkok only three hours later than we were supposed to. I brought this up with him and he assured me it was fine. I wasn’t satisfied though, and asked a bunch of other airport personnel the same question. They all said we were fine but lo and behold, we land in Hong Kong and are waiting for the Thai Airlines desk to open so we can retrieve the tickets for the last leg of the journey when the agent there tells us, “They put you on the flight that left yesterday.” Anger and distress ensues. I call Air Canada from the airport in Hong Kong and the call drops. I’m straight up crying on the floor at this point. But in the end – we fucking made it.

In Bangkok, I was welcomed back to the stifling heat and humidity of Asia. We met American doctors-to-be who were at the end of their trip and were totally sick of one another and were very happy to have company. We ate massaman curry for every meal, partied on Khao San Road (those nitrous balloons!!! God, they’re so fun!!), and spent a lot of money on a single cocktail just for a photo op at the top of a skyscraper but the sunset was perfect and it was totally worth it.

In Chiang Mai we drank Sangsom and Coca-Cola by the pool and ate street food out of Styrofoam containers. We met these Americans who were teaching English in Chiang Mai and they took us to a night club on the back of their motorbikes. I did a drug I said I’ve never do in one of the bathrooms at this night club and ended up going home with one of the aforementioned teachers. It was funny to me because at about 3:00pm, Alex and I went back to our hostel to change and get ready for the evening and at that point I said, “I think I’m going to end up hooking up with Cory.” I fucking knew. I KNEW.

In Pai, I had the DIRTIEST hostel experience of my life. I was showering… just fully naked and vulnerable in this nasty ass shower when I saw a bug I did not recognize from my sheltered upbringing crawl out of a hole in the wall. I have never felt more small. It was also 43 degrees and we were staying in a tiny hut with a plug-in fan that only worked half the time and somehow had the effect of making the room hotter? Pai was also the first time we rented motorbikes. It’s honestly so dangerous… like, what the fuck, Thailand. We experienced our first flash rainstorm. We went to a place called Sunset Bar and took mushroom shakes and holy shit I’ve never experienced more potent mushrooms in my entire life. We met our Irish friends who we’d later see in Koh Pha Ngan, and I slept with an Israeli soldier on our second-to-last night and I’m almost 100% certain I took his virginity.

Koh Pha Ngan was alllll thunderstorms. We also decided to splurge a bit on food on this island and gorged ourselves with seafood and lavender Moscow mules at this nice restaurant down the road from our hostel. We partied so hard. We went to the pre-parties for the Full Moon – they have the Waterfall party two nights before, and the Jungle party the night before. I had sex with a total stranger at the Waterfall party up against a rock (when I recounted this story to Steven upon returning home he put on a redneck accent and said, “C’mon baby let me take you down to the fuck rock” and now that’s all I hear when I think about this experience in my head). The Full Moon Party was fun but not AS fun as the pre parties. It wasn’t as wild and the beach is so big but everyone concentrates in one little area. I took some kind of mystery pill (as you can see, I was very safe in Thailand) and had yet another sexual experience with a casual partner. I also witnessed a fight in the taxi back because one girl called another girl a stripper. It was bad.

May 

Continuing on with our Asia trip.

We landed in Krabi and intended fully to chill out a little bit after the wildness of Koh Pha Ngan. The first night was chill, we were staying in the Muslim quarter of the Krabi area so there weren’t a ton of nightclubs to go to and the hostel had some kind of run-in with police and weren’t able to take us out on the pub crawl we signed up for (lame). We had a roommate from Vancouver on the second day who bought a bunch of Xanax from a Thai pharmacy and gave me one. I can never do it again because it was so. good. But of course, I took one pill and stopped drinking just in case. This bitch continued drinking and took six or seven Xanax throughout the night. I honestly don’t know how she lived. We went rock climbing and drank beers on a boat tour one day and it was soooo great. We had the hottest tour guide. I did a hike by my lonesome that I nearly died on.

On the ferry ride from Krabi to Koh Phi Phi is where I got the sunburn that will likely give me skin cancer in later life and kill me. 90 minutes on the outside deck of a ferry (because I felt nauseous as fuck and didn’t want to vom in the cabin) absolutely fucked. me. up. We stayed at another pretty fucking gross hostel in Koh Phi Phi, and my roommates were all male which was a new experience for me. I went on a solo booze cruise cause Alex was sick. We took mushrooms again with our Canadian friend Kelsey and god, I was laughing so hard I was crying and I could not stop. I was like rolling around in the sand laughing so fucking hard about Fisherman’s Friends candy. It was so blissful. So pure.

And then… the sickness. This is going to be TMI but… fuck it. A bit of indigestion and stomach trouble is expected whenever a white person enters Asia. Different microbes etc. etc. But this… this was on a new fucking level. I knew something was up because on the morning that we woke up to take our ferry from Koh Phi Phi to Phuket, I vomited. And I never vomit, and I wasn’t that hungover (especially in relation to much of the rest of the trip). I felt okay afterwards though so we soldiered on. Three hour ferry ride, totally fine. We board our bus that will take us from the ferry port in Phuket to our hotel and about halfway through this bus ride, I feel it. I am wearing overalls. My heart starts beating loudly in my chest, sweat begins to bead on my forehead. Holy fuck, I am going to shit my pants. I clench until we get to the hostel – which is, of course, the last stop. It’s like a solid 45 minutes of pain. My stomach is ROILING. I have never felt anything like it.

I honestly know nothing about Phuket because I spent the entire 72 hours we were there running from my bunk bed to the bathroom. I would go so far as to say every ten minutes. At one point, I just brought my laptop into the washroom with me and watched Netflix for a few hours. A roommate who was with us switched rooms (understandably… I’m sorry, Helen). I didn’t eat for four days, literally not a fucking thing. Just Gatorade and water so that I didn’t die of dehydration. Because we had an airplane to catch and I needed to not be shitting the contents of my body out, I saw a doctor. He prescribed me like five different medications and told me just to take like eight of these pills and to expect stomach pain but it would at least get me through the flight to Seoul and hopefully home.

It worked, and we spent the last few days of our trip in Seoul. What an absolutely fascinating and beautiful part of the world. With Kieun as our guide, we got to see the best parts of Seoul. People took photos with us and gave us free shit. I had the absolute best meal of my life (it was the first thing I’d eaten in like four days… I really risked it all with the Korean barbecue honestly…). All-you-can-eat thick fatty slices of pork belly, grilled in front of us and dipped in sesame oil and salt with garlic and spices. Spicy chicken feet on the side, corn with cheese. It was wild. I cannot believe I stomached it.

And on May 12th, we returned home back to our lives and school and work and all of that boring ass shit. I remained ill for a solid six weeks upon returning home. To a lesser degree, I still have not fully recovered. At this point, I am unsure if I ever will. I truly think that second-round Asia gave me skin cancer and permanently altered my gastrointestinal functioning. Worth it? Unsure. But it happened nonetheless.

June 

My brother graduated from university and won a very prestigious award and it was very nice to watch him cross the stage and hear a nice speech about his accomplishments (he won so many scholarships that he basically had a free ride to school – I think it’s clear who inherited the brains).

I finished up my spring courses. Can I just say - spring courses are the worst? The two I picked were especially bad. The one about human sexuality was basically Sex Ed 101 which made for an easy A but I was hoping to investigate deeper on a number of topics. And the second one was way too hard for my tiny brain to accommodate and I got the lowest mark I’ve ever gotten on my paper and it brought me down.

I had a very random unexpected night where I slept with a really close friend of mine (like, friends for over a decade) who I used to have a little bit of a crush on in high school. We were very drunk and it was kind of a curiosity-satisfying move that has actually not resulted in a very big change to our relationship at all but I think it’s worth mentioning because younger me would have been stoked. This one’s for you, younger me!

We went to the High River Rodeo and Cabaret – another unexpected move but oh my god it was so fun. Matt, Steven, Amanda and I. You could buy as many beers as you wanted at a time and they were cheap because fuck the AGLC apparently. The rodeo was actually super fun. The cabaret was redneck af and I happened to see my roommate from the hostel in Koh Phi Phi and his buddies there? Although it was not a friendly reunion because I had unknowingly exposed him for cheating on his girlfriend when he was in Phi Phi (which he did. I shared a room with him, and the girl he loudly banged every night until 4am). Two-stepping ensued and I passed out in the car ride home. I have a great photo of Steven from this night next to a bottle of hot sauce. I do not recall why. I will include it below. 

July 

Okay, I am just going to preface this by saying July was a hot mess. 

Myself, Madison, Maeghan, and Cayley were all single and messing around on dating apps so we decided to create Tinder bingo. It’s exactly what it sounds like. The rules were that you could only cross off two things per date (so that you had to go on a minimum of three to win), you got bonus points for going on a Tinder date with the same person someone else had gone out with, and the first to win got their drinks paid for on a night out. So, I went on exactly one Tinder date. Which is something I said I’ve never do and never really saw myself doing but I went for it on this occasion because I think that in this day and age, a Tinder date is an experience everyone should have. So I bit the bullet, and went for a drink with this guy James at the Oak Tree Tavern. And oh... my god? What a terrible experience? LAUGHABLY terrible. His only desired topic of conversation were the nationalities of people I had slept with and in what circumstances. At one point he asked me, “when was the last time you had sex? Was it good?” He also talked at maximum volume and I guarantee you everyone else at that bar overheard our conversation. Midway through the date, he asked for a review of how he was doing and I told him he seemed a bit nervous. This angered him. He said, “I’M NOT NERVOUS” and I was like, “you asked, buddy.” He asked me if I would pay for him. Cayley literally had to come rescue me and I ran out of his car where he had unbuttoned his pants and had his dick out and was literally on the verge of tears begging me to touch it so hard. I literally bolted out of his car and he yelled out the window, “CALL ME!” He still hits me up on instagram sometimes. I hope his life gets better. 

I also moved again. This is my favourite living situation I’ve ever had. Great roommates who are almost never home. Cute house. Good location. A+ choice by me. 

I got really obsessed with the Thai cave rescue. It was just such a compelling and unique STORY and I would literally come home from work and refresh the BBC live update feed for hours until I fell asleep, then I’d wake up and refresh hoping for good news. I cannot wait for the movie. I will go opening day. #Obsessions 

Stampede!!! Oh my god, what a wonderful Stampede. The most memorable thing is that Steven and I went to the standing rodeo one afternoon and got absolutely. fucking. hammered. Whilst there, we met and befriended two Australian retirees named Lyn and Ken. They are rich and are obsessed with horseriding and rodeo stuff. They purchased many drinks for us and we convinced them to come to Nashville North with us, where they purchased MORE drinks for us and Steven attempted to show them how to two-step. They later invited me to go horseback riding in Banff and I accepted. They literally picked me up, drove me to Banff, we crushed two bottles of wine at the Park gin distillery, went on a three-hour horseback ride through the mountains, they drove me home and I paid for NONE OF IT. It was........ a day. I sat on my bed later and thought to myself, “that was fucking weird.” But now, if I ever go to Melbourne, I will hit them up. 

It was Ali’s birthday and we went camping in Waiparous. We took mushrooms on Saturday and just as they were beginning to fully kick in, the RCMP rolled in and kicked us out of our campsite. What a wild time to be faced with an interaction with the cops. Also - no one could drive except for two people who had stayed sober and they had to shuttle us to a new campsite. Have you ever tried setting up a tent on mushrooms? Do you know how difficult and hilarious it is? 

And lastly at the end of July, I went to Folk Fest. I saw Alvvays again. Front row! Like, against the barrier front row. It was awesome. It was folk fest that inspired me to cut my hair and get bangs again. No regrets. I love my bangs. I also experienced a level of street harassment that I didn’t know was possible from some random, innocent-seeming guy. It was terrifying. I called the police. No bueno. 

August 

In August, I got promoted at my job and basically became a baby manager. It was better in theory than in practice because my shifts got longer, I made less in tips (but more hourly), and the cash out for a restaurant is a long and frustrating process that depends on a lot of small pieces working together correctly in a big ass spreadsheet and I suck at math.

In happier news – August was also the establishment of podcast club. Podcast club is one of the best and dorkiest things I have ever been involved with. We pick a podcast each week to listen to, and get together on Sunday mornings at 10:00am to discuss the contents of the podcast. It was initially open to whomever wanted to come but has since whittled down to a core group and at this point, we’re all so close that it would almost be weird to introduce a new person into the mix. There is Kendal, who I go to school with and who started the whole club. Her boyfriend, Mitch. Lachlan and Maddy who are siblings. Matt, a YouTuber who was kind of a wildcard. Chad, also kind of a wildcard but who works as a youth counsellor – and me! Podcast club has made my life infinitely better and is probably the best thing to come out of 2018, in all honesty.

I also got obsessed with Harry Potter and read like almost the whole series and my new at the time roommates thought I was such a loser because I would literally post up on the couch in the living room with a HP book and they would come back five hours later and I hadn’t moved and all I wanted to talk about was Harry Potter. 

September / October / November 

I am lumping these three months together in this review because truly, they are lumped together in my mind and heart. 

On September 11, I started my first practicum at CommunityWise. I really had no idea what to expect when I started there but looking back, I cannot believe how hard I lucked out. The U of C is VERY clinically-based when it comes to how it educates and describes the practice of social work. CW was the opposite of it all and day-to-day so much happens there that it is honestly impossible not to get dragged in at such a deep level that it literally forces you to care. When I was in practicum, I did a lot of reading and I came across this concept of a “disorienting dilemma” which is “an experience within which a current understanding is found to be insufficient or incorrect and the learner struggles with the resulting conflict of views. Such experiences often are those to which learners point as the beginning of the process of questioning their understanding and views and entering the transformative learning process” (Source). Truly, being in that space over the course of 300 hours created this for me. I was forced to confront a lot of racist and otherwise problematic shit that I have been brought up with and that comes up in small ways for me that I try and quash down for the sake of saving face. Poverty, addiction, mental health issues showed up LITERALLY on the doorstep and I was thrown into it all. The experience was a disorienting dilemma and it shook me out of my bubble and I have never fallen so deeply in love with social work. My supervisor and I formed a VERY close relationship that probably broke some ethical and professional boundaries and she was there for me to discuss social issues and experiences I was having in an honest way that really deconstructed things. I had my debit card stolen by a client on one occasion, had to call the DOAP team because I witnessed people in overdose more times than I can count, had to talk many a person down from suicide, befriended a very mentally ill person who suffers from delusions that they are an alien in a human body sent here to observe earth and report back to their master. We had to kick someone out of a workshop for being racist. It was a wild ride, honestly. There were many many positive things to come out of practicum. I built my professional network in ways I never would have been able to, I was able to move out of the “student” realm and step into the role of a social worker and advocate and professional. I did a lot of public speaking! I was out in the community talking to a million different people. I made videos and posters. And the best part of all is that even when my practicum ended, my connection to CW did not. They have hired me on as a digital storytelling intern (paid!) for the new year. Which is a major confidence boost and I just love CW and everyone there so much. I will literally be forever grateful to them for taking me under their collective wing and showing me I have the skills and abilities to be an effective social worker :) 

Ahem. Now on to some not-so-good things... 

The end of October was kind of difficult because I was attempting to manage practicum responsibilities, actual class projects and homework, second-round practicum interviews, and Famoso. I was very stressed out and it was not good, especially because I got a rejection from one interview and didn’t even get an interview at my top choice. I was feeling very sorry for myself and may or may not have cried at my desk at practicum. It all worked out in the end though, and actually I was offered a placement at the first place I interviewed – they just took a while to get back to me. She called me to let me know this while I was on a run and being idiot me, I picked up… panting and gasping for air in Nose Hill Park. She was like, “We’d like to offer you the place… wait, are you okay?”

I would also like to just slide it in here that I slept with my ex in October. Which wasn’t a particularly momentous occasion and was actually kind of funny because it felt so much like a one night stand. I am mostly putting this in here because I don’t think many people know that and I want to see who reads this far.

Along similarish lines – I PUT MYSELF OUT THERE AND ASKED SOMEONE ON A STRAIGHT UP DATE AND GOT REJECTED AND IT WAS HONESTLY SO EMBARASSING AND BRUTAL and it’s okay now but oh… my god. This also happened around the same time as the rejections from practicum placements and I had such a bad night where I got drunk on my couch alone and Cayley brought me burnt ends from her new job at a brewery because she was #concerned for me and I didn’t want to be alone. That’s a true friend right there.

December 

December is only halfway done - but I feel I can summarize it accurately. It has been a nice, tidy wrap up to the year. A month of podcasts, cleaning my house and my car and my life up, a mysterious knee injury that is really fucking me up, working a lot at Famoso, finishing my practicum and school semester. One thing I am dreading is that my brother’s girlfriend who our family is not particularly fond of will be joining us in Saskatoon this year. But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. 

In General 

2018 has been very stressful for me. But despite the stress, and sometimes out of it, have come some very nice, beautiful things. I said last year in my post that I wanted to become more deeply involved in my community and in activism and social work and in that way I think I have excelled. I’m in it now, you guys. I feel capable. I feel motivated. I feel CONFIDENT. And I’m fucking excited to see what comes in the future. 

I nearly doubled the amount of people I’ve slept with so that’s... a notable thing that happened this year. 

It has been nice to feel a return to a sense of belonging with my old high school group of friends. In a way, I feel more united with them than ever. I guess not having a partner that they all hate helps. But also, I think I’ve just been feeling more and more like myself. But to Connor, Steven, Matt, Adam and the assortment of new(er) members that come and go - I am very grateful for you all. It has also been good for my heart and soul to become so close with people from podcast club. It’s actually like... really hard to make new friends. Podcast club made it easy. And I found myself on a Friday night in Maddy and Ben’s apartment, watching cooking shows and teaching them how to play card games, laughing until I cried and drinking wine. And it’s like... who else gets together on EVERY Sunday morning to discuss podcasts? For fun? I know relationships change and dissolve and grow from each year to the next but I just have a deep feeling that some of these friendships are the real deal. And I’m really lucky. It sounds so ~fake deep~ and lame but honestly podcast club is making me a better, happier, less anxious person. 

2019: 

I think 2019 is going to have to be the year that I really, truly grow the fuck up. I’m not mad about this. I look forward to crushing through 400 more hours of practicum, graduating and getting my degree. Hopefully entering the work force for real (this prospect is honestly so exciting to me... I creep the job boards every day daydreaming about what I might eventually do when I leave the world of waitressing) and making some adult money. 

I also like... totally got fat in 2018 so 2019 will involve some activities to counterbalance this. AND I have a ticket to Big Valley Jamboree. Which is hilarious because I think if you asked 2015 Megan what she’d never do, it would be “go to BVJ” but here I am, ticket in hand, excitement mounting by the day. Boots on, bitches. 

Some of my goals or things I’d like to work on in 2019 are to become less attached to social media and more invested in the actual moment/doing of things rather than recording them (ironic as I type this MASSIVE year in review post, yes), to get into a healthy and sustainable pattern of exercise where I don’t just like become obsessed with it for a little while and then slowly taper off and then do none of it for like six months... and honestly? I want to download a bunch of those dating apps again and just go for it. I think you can learn so much about yourself through dating and I’ve been such a recluse this year for the most part because I have been sort-of-but-not seeing someone since literally JULY but we’re not actually together and I don’t know what’s going on. I just need to get over my own insecurities and anxiety and just jump in with both feet. It’ll be fun. It’ll be crazy. I’m excited. 

The rest of it, as always, is an open book. Who knows where I will be, what I will be doing, or who I will be doing it with by this time next year? Not I. 

[ryansjane]

axelle judges non bl shows > Bangkok Rak Stories 2: Plead

/!\ SPOILERS AHEAD

shitty summary: Tee, the son of a fortune teller who is going blind, accidentally tells a bad omen to Elle, who resents him for that. Those two can’t seem to stay apart from each other though, even though Elle brings bad luck to Tee as well.

where to watch: netflix | dramacool

grade: 8/10

pros:

- I loved the use of thai & thai-chinese culture in this, between the colorful & busy life of yaowarat and the many beliefs that are adjacent to buddhism... this is one of the most culturally rich thai dramas in terms of thai culture, & just for that I would recommend it!

- if you like slice of life & character development, this show is made for you! nothing much happens, but you get so invested in those characters & their daily lives that it doesn’t really matter :’)

- I ADORED the setting. as I said, the life in yaowarat was not only aesthetically sublime, but incredibly culturally rich!

- similarly to that, the cinematography is gorgeous! the shots are nothing too crazy, but it’s still a really pretty show to look at & it was clearly expertly directed.

- an older couple having their own love story & even a sex life??? literally never seen before in the hundred thai shows I’ve watched, I was genuinely so positively surprised by this & appreciated it a lot.

- a female lead who is not passive & pretending to be shy but actually is the first to admit her feelings, pursue what she wants & be directive? YES. once again, something that is very rare in thai dramas & that I enjoyed very much!

- sex being seen as an important step in the relationship instead of being completely ignored & left out of the picture like in most other shows. also, the sex scene is quite explicit lol, he undid her dress!!! (which is A LOT by thai drama standards fiuhvygdyhdic, I know I know :’))

- the characters were really fucking nice. my faves are tee, pai & ong, but they were all really interesting characters that I rooted for so much. they’re all lovable but flawed in their own way, & felt like realistic characters!

- I cared about all four ships, which is a pretty rare thing! they all had compelling stories imo, and even though some were less developed than others, they were still quite lovely :)

cons:

- the ending is disappointing... I won’t spoil it but I felt like the last two episodes really did more harm to the show than good. it’s really sad because for me the ending really did ruin the overall love I have for the show tbh, and took it for a really good show to only a good one.

- this is a pretty slow show, which means it’s definitely not for everyone. I personally enjoyed the slowness for the most part because it’s paired with a slice of life aspect that I adore, but it did catch up to me in the end tbh.

- a lot of it is over dramatic, which wasn’t too unsettling for me bc I’ve watched thai lakorns before which are much worse in that department lmao, but still. some scenes just felt like too much compared to the tone of the rest of the series.

- blind man gets his view back trope... need I say less?

would I rewatch it: honestly yeah

I honestly went into this show expecting nothing much, but I really appreciated it. It’s far from a perfect show, in fact it could’ve been better if the few cons I’ve talked about had been fixed but it was still a really enjoyable watch! I loved seeing this whole cast in a new light, especially Non who is now an actor I really like, Punpun for whom this ship might be my favorite of hers?? And even the dad which I had seen in other works where he played a way colder character. Overall I would totally recommend this show if you enjoy slower slice of life series because this is one of the most culturally rich thai shows I’ve ever watched :)

[pharawee]

In which I set out to watch Stranger Things but then Bangkok Love Stories: Plead distracted me 😩

[sangwuyan]