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The saddest thing is to say ‘See you tomorrow’, but you will never see her again.

Today’s review is on the 2016 Japanese Romantic Drama film ‘My Tomorrow, Your Yesterday’ (2016), it is a film based on a novel with the same name.

Brief Plot:
On February 15, 20-year-old Takatoshi Minamiyama, a visual arts undergraduate and satirist in Kyoto, falls in love at first sight with Emi Fukuju while boarding a train for college. After awkwardly introducing each other, the two promise to meet again in the following days. With the help of his friend, Shoichi Ueyama, Takatoshi asks for a date with Emi, at the end of which he confesses his love for her…. and then the story focuses on the relationship between Takatoshi and Emi.

Maybe the plot of the film is similar to many other romantic comedies, but the element of ‘Time and Space’ makes this film outstanding.

The film can roughly be divided into two parts: the part from Takatoshi’s point of view, and the part from Emi’s point of view. The former takes majority of the time, and it does not have much to say but a few mysteries. It concentrates on building our understanding of the relationship between Takatoshi and Emi. However, a few mysteries are portrayed: why is Emi always crying when she should feel the happiest? How does Emi know the secret recipe of Takatoshi’s family? Why is Emi always crying when she has the first time of many things with Takatoshi (such as kissing and holding hands)? Well, the reason is that, the future of Takatoshi, means the past of Emi. So the first time for Takatoshi to hold hands with Emi, is the last time for Emi. The timeline of the two people are completely opposite with each other. And all these are explained in the second part, from Emi’s point of view.

Normally, a Romantic drama specialises in the process in which the man and woman go through together. The element of ‘Time Limit’ makes the film a lot more touching than it is supposed to be. Even Takatoshi and Emi have spent very sweet time together, they can unfortunately make it forever.

In general, it is a good film that I would recommend, even though the timeline can be a little bit confusing. However, I am sure if you really get into the film, you will figure it out anyway!

 

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So today I’d share my piano cover of the song ‘Through the Years and Far Away’, it is from the short film called ‘Voices of a Distant Star’. Hope you guys would enjoy it

Lyrics:

Hello, little star
Are you doing fine?
I’m lonely as everything in birth

Sometimes in the dark
When I close my eyes
I dream of you, the planet earth

If I could fly across this night
Faster than the speed of light
I would spread these wings of mine

Through the years and far away
Far beyond the milky way
See the shine that never blinks
The shine that never fades

Thousand years and far away
Far beyond the silky way
You’re the shine that never blinks
The shine that never dies

Hello, tiny star
Can you hear me call?
I’m so blind as everything at birth

If I could flow against these nights
Straiter than the string of light
I would lay these hands on time

Through the years and far away
Far beyond the milky way
See the shine that never blinks
The shine that never fades

Thousand years and far away
Far beyond the silky way
You’re the shine that never blinks
The shine that never dies

Through the years and far away
Far beyond the milky way
You’re the shine that never blinks
The shine that never dies

So a few days ago, I was listening to 90s/ 2000s music while studying (probably not the best idea ever!), and I came across the song ‘Teenage Dirtbag’. This song reminded me of my ‘prime’ time in my second year, partying every night. I dwelt back into the time, and watched the MV. I found that the song is based on the movie ‘Loser’ (2002) (or the other way round, just that the two things are connected!) Anyway, so the song and MV initiated my curiosity for the movie, so I watched it yesterday.

Well, no spoiling for the plot here, but despite all the bad comments about the film, I have to admit that I found it quite sweet. Generally it is a high school, teen romance. There’s nothing very fancy about the film, the plot is simple, the soundtrack is quite good….. but sometimes simplicity is the beauty. I wouldn’t say the plot is very realistic, but for certain parts, you can really link yourself into it: there must be a moment in anyone’s life that he feels he does not fit in his social group, yea? Once again, it is a very simple film, but it did warm my heart a little. So, give it a go!

I also think Mena Suvari stood out from the film, she did a great job in being a pure, cute, cheeky, but struggling girl. I will definitely watch more of her films in the near future.

Lastly, here is the Teenage Dirtbag song for you!

‘La La Land’ won a lot of prizes at the Golden Globe awards. So yesterday, I went to see the film with my awesome friend. It was already dramatic at the cinema as we went to the wrong screen, feeling shocked and seeing people being so focused as if they knew all the plot during the first 5 minutes of the film….. well of course at the end we found the right screen!

So the film itself is, to my mind, good. Everything in terms of the effects, such as the music, camera angle, special effects…. are all great, all the hard effects are great. The song is definitely impressive, it is always on my mind now. However, I do believe the plot can be developed a little bit more. The story itself is quite simple: a dedicated jazz musician trying to set up his own jazz club somehow comes across an aspiring actress, and they encouraged each other somehow. They are two ships which passed in Sheep Meadow. Just a simple story with a ‘sad’ ending (as many viewers would say).

However, while some people don’t like the ending, I do find it quite okay, although it could be better. At the ending bit, you see when Emma Stone and her husband going to the jazz club set up by Ryan Gosling. When Gosling start to play the piano music, the scene go to the imaginary scene in which Stone and Gosling get together. After the scene, it takes us back to the reality of Gosling finishing playing the song, and Stone leaving with her husband. It is good, but I thought if it ends at the imaginary part, then it may be more open to interpretation and would be more interesting? That’s just what I think. But overall, it’s a good film, showing how some small decisions in your life can end up giving you a big change, just like if Emma Stone does not go away for her career, then she and Gosling would be together. Is it a happy ending or sad one? I don’t know, dreams or love, it depends on how people pick.

‘After setting up the Guinness Record of beer tasting

I departed to Kronenbourg for a trip’

                                                                                                                           1664

The trip to Kronenbourg in France was completely random. Having no companion travelling with me, I decided to visit this little town in France for its fame on the best beer in the world, Kronenbourg Blanc. The journey from Aberdeen to Kronenbourg took a good couple days and cost a giant budget, and therefore I chose to stay in a cheap motel for the trip, and the motel itself, is called Hoegaarden.

I arrived in Kronenbourg on the 11th of July, 1664. The first thing I did, was to check-in for my stay in Hoegarrden. My first impression of the motel was that, it was pretty bright, but it did not look fancy at all. My thought of Coors Light came to mind: Cheap beer isn’t good for tasting, just like this cheap motel isn’t good for staying. But well, I might as well stay here to save some money.

I went to the reception and pressed the bell to be served. A lady, with an edelweiss headband, came with a smiley greeting. ‘Oh Edelweiss, Edelweiss, you look happy to greet me.’ I thought.

‘Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?’ She said with a friendly smile, with a French-ish accent. ‘I would like to check in please, a stay of… about two weeks? I am not exactly sure when I would go home but, Edelweiss shall bless my homeland forever so I am not too fussed about going back.’ I replied. ‘No problem, lately there are not many Tennent’s staying here so you are welcome to extend your booking anytime.’ She said in a happy tone. ‘Yep, thanks. We don’t really say ‘Tennent’s’ or tenants in this context but we call them residents I think. Thank you very much indeed. I am John Smith, and you are….’ I said with the greatest politeness. ‘My name is Stella, Stella Artois. Nice to meet you. You can teach me some English during your stay, and I can take you around the town of Kronenbourg, if you do not have much to do? There is nothing much in the motel that I do so…. Deal?’ She said with a giggle. ‘Yep sure indeed, it would be my pleasure and it sounds brilliant indeed!’ I replied. ‘Oui, since you are the first tennent, oh, no, resident in a month, here is a blue ribbon for you as a souvenir. And now I will show you your room.’ She then took me to show me my room.

It was pretty much a mini motel, and it didn’t even have a garden. I really wondered why it would be named Hoegaarden. But well, at least my room was tidy, with a bed, a writing table, and a little bathroom. Good! As she was going to leave, she asked me if I was free the next morning and she could show me the little park in the town as she would take her dog for a walk. Oh well, Edelweiss would really greet me in the morning!

Next morning at around eight o’clock, I was in the middle between dreaming and waking up, and I heard someone knocking the door. ‘Hey, good morning, Sir. This is Stella, you ready to go?’

‘Oh, Stella is so eager to show me around the town! Oh well, I am charming and suave, that is why!’ I thought with my ultimate confidence.

I went and opened the door, and saw Stella, still with an Edelweiss headband, holding her little dog, which looked like a Yorkshire Terrier to my knowledge.

‘Good morning Stella! How are you? Is this your dog?’ I asked ‘Oui, this is my dog, and his name is Brewdog because he brews a lot every day!’ She replied, with an interesting answer. ‘Oh Brewdog? Do you mean he pees a lot every day?’ I asked. ‘Ehm, yes I think I kind of mean that haha, are you ready for a walkie?’ She asked, with a gently smile. ‘Yes, I am ready whenever you are!’ I answered happily.

 

It was a nice, sunny day in the town of Kronenbourg. We walked a long a long, straight path for around an hour and a half, and finally we arrived at a park. During the walk, I got to know more about her background: So the motel was a family business of hers. Her parents passed away from an accident when she was twelve. She was then looked after by her uncle, Jack Daniel, who looked after the motel business until she went back and took care of the motel again when she turned twenty.

Back to the park where we went to with the little Brewdog. It was filled with greenery and there was a little lake in the middle.

‘Such a nice park, on a nice day, merci beaucoup my tour guide!’ I exclaimed. ‘You are welcome, sir! This park is called ‘Kingfisher Park’!’ She said. ‘Oh, that is a special name. Let me guess, there must be a very famous fisherman here?’ I asked. ‘You are right, sir. It was a bit of a legend, and I am not sure if it is entirely a true story. But around a century ago, there was a fisherman called Johnny Walker coming to this lake to fish. Since this is a small lake and no one has seen any fish in it, everyone thought it was a joke that he could fish anything. However, he somehow managed to fish a big salmon from it. And so, he was then crowned the Kingfisher, which gave the name of this park.’ She explained.

If listening to stories is all about focus, my focus was all over her angelic face, her melodic speech, and vivid gestures.

Well, it was a walkie for Brewdog, and we did need to keep him entertained. Stella picked a tree stick from the floor, and threw it.

Heineken!’ She shouted as she threw the stick away. ‘Heineken?’ I asked, with a question mark in my head. ‘Yes, Heineken indeed. This is like a little slogan. I used to say ‘High, lick it!’ as I threw the stick and Brewdog would run as fast as possible and get the stick. And sometimes I spoke it fast, it sounded like Heineken, and now I just say it.’ She answered.

This is the strangest, yet the most interesting girl I have seen.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun. A few hours flew away quickly. Brewdog, after a few hours of chasing and playing with the stick, was tired. It was time to get home, walking along the long path again.

‘So you like the park, and obviously flowers?’ I asked, as we were walking. ‘Yes, no doubt. As you can see my Edelweiss headband.’ She replied. ‘That is nice, why Edelweiss though? Does it have any special meaning to you?’ I asked again. ‘Ehm, yes. Every time I see Edelweiss, I seem to hear the sound of music from the nature. For the Edelweiss I had on my head, I grew them since they were buds. They were even more beautiful when they were buds, and I called them Budweiser.’ She said, with a lovely smile, just like a blooming Edelweiss.

‘Arrrggghhh!’ Stella screamed suddenly, as we were walking, and pointed her finger forward.

There was a Cobra in the middle of the path, a big one indeed. I was scared. Never had I so keenly aware of the ability of my palm to manufacture sweat. But… with a terrified girl next to me, there was nothing I couldn’t do, because I was a knight, a chivalric one!

With the eye of Tiger, I held Stella’s hand, and lifted Brewdog with my other hand, and quickly ran to the Cobra, as if I was the Guinness record holder of the fastest sprinter in the world. The Cobra was flicking its tongue as I approached it.

‘Do not attempt to lick us, you cannot do Heineken, you are nae Brewdog!’ I shouted, as I kicked the Cobra when I approached it. I knocked the Cobra out!

‘Thank you very much, Sir! You are so brave!’ She exclaimed. ‘Well, you know, I am nae afraid of anything, and it was just easy peasy.’ I said. ‘Yep, you are such a Carling man!’ She said, and gave me a kiss on the forehead. ‘Ehm… You meant caring, don’t you? But thanks!’ I said, and my heart was pumping fast.

Never had I felt so alive! Who cares if she meant Carling or caring? Are there any more beautiful words than Carling or caring? Well, my palm was still sweating, but, she didn’t let go of my hand. So I was determined to hold that girl’s hand for every single second until we were back to Hoegaarden.

So we were back at Hoegaarden, and it was already afternoon. I was tired, but it had been a really nice day.

‘Thank you for keeping me company for the day, and saving me from the Cobra.’ She said to me. ‘You are welcome, and you are such a good tour guide, explaining the history and things in the park today.’ I said. ‘It is no problem at all! Ehm… Are you free tomorrow evening?’ She popped a question, unexpectedly. ‘Ehm… Ye… Yes, I am fr…ee tomorrow evening.’ I answered, oh, my heart started pumping fast again. ‘Would you like to have dinner with me? I know there is a good Chinese restaurant nearby, it is called Tsingdao. I only go there once in a Blue Moon, but it is really nice. I will meet you tomorrow at six in the evening then!’ She explained, she seemed so keen. ‘Yes, that would be… so… so nice! Good, see you tomorrow then!’ I said happily. She then waved me goodbye, as I went back to my room, and wrote, as I had the mood to do so.

‘Okay, what was going on here? What is the feeling at the pit of my stomach? Who is this gorgeous Edelweiss lady in this motel? I have never been nervous speaking to girls, never feeling tongue-tied. I am… confused.’ I thought. ‘What time is it now? Only five? Still more than 24 hours to go until the dinner date?’ Time really couldn’t go faster!

The next day, I could not be bothered doing anything because I was so excited and nervous about the dinner date. Is there anything worse than sitting there waiting for your first date with your heart pumping super-fast? I would rather have my nails peeled off one by one with pliers than sitting in my room, sweating and being nervous.

At exactly six o’clock, she finally knocked my door. It was the most harmonic knocking sound I have ever heard.

‘Are you ready to go?’ She asked, as I opened the door for her. ‘Oui, let’s go!’ I said, with my heart being like a hammer, rattling within my ribcage. Then, we were on our way to Tsingdao.

I did not know where the restaurant was, but she said it was in a place called ‘Coors Light district’, which was not too far away from Hoegaarden. We walked there, and along the way, we talked about what we did during the day time. So her day was much more productive than mine. She took Brewdog to a farm for a walk, and then came back to Hoegaarden to work. Well, I could not really tell her I had been waiting for the dinner the whole day, could I? I simply told her that I took a rest today, and quickly changed the topic to the restaurant we were going to.

Not long after, we arrived at the restaurant. We were both hungry, and I looked at the menu outside, it wrote ‘Famous Grouse buy one get one free’. I was unsure about this dish, but it sounded appealing.

‘Have you had the Famous Grouse here?’ I asked. ‘Yes, it is basically a roasted grouse. We can have it, it is quite a good deal!’ She answered. Yep, it sounded like a fair deal, and so we ordered two Famous Grouse.

It was the first time I went to a Chinese restaurant. It was quite busy, but the atmosphere was quite warm. We were at the seats next to the window. As it was dinner time, there was a lighted candle in the middle of the table. How romantic was that?!

After we sat down, she started speaking about her life in the town. I was trying to concentrate on what she was saying, but I couldn’t. My focus was all on how beauteous she was. Her beautiful blue eyes shone like diamonds, or the blue in the summer skies.

When she caught my gaze, I felt lost in the magic maze.

It was not until the food arrived, that I regained my attention that I was actually in a restaurant. The food was delicious, but it had nothing to compare to my adore for her Edelweiss headband, blond ponytail, cherry sweet lips, the way she smacked her lips before she talked, the way she laughed……

I wanted to freeze time; I wanted to savour every moment during the dinner. The more I looked at her, the more I understood Keats’ words saying ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever’. Her face became the eternal sunshine of my spotless mind.

Time went past, and we finished our meal, and of course, I paid for the meal, just trying to be a gentleman.

‘It is gin o’clock! Do you want to go back to Hoegaarden for a drink? She asked, as we left the restaurant. ‘Yes sure, that would sound good. What do you want to drink?’ I asked. ‘I said it is gin o’clock. My uncle Gordon sells gin to make a living, and he gave me a bottle of his gin last Christmas. I have not opened it yet, but I think it would be a good drink for tonight.’ She answered. ‘Yes, that sounds good as well, let’s have gin!’ I said, feeling quite excited as she seemed to enjoy the dinner date.

We went back to Hoegaarden. The familiar place being so unfamiliar, since the original place for holiday became the venue of a date, and it felt a bit like a place for me to be interviewed. We went to the reception, and Stella asked me to go behind the till with her. ‘What is she doing?’ I thought.

Behind the till, there was a trap door.

She opened the trap door, and then asked me to follow her to get down.

She climbed down first, then I followed her. It was like the fifth step, that we saw some light. I looked down, and there was actually a hidden compartment , and it felt like another world.

We reached the lower-ground floor, it was like another lounge, but this one it was like a greenhouse, with a field of flowers, and a table with chairs at the corner. I was shocked, how can there be a hidden compartment in the motel? It was such a beautiful place too, with the flowers blooming. ‘I see trees of green, red roses too, I see them bloom, for me and you.’ The lyrics ran through my head.

‘You did not expect this place, did you?’ She asked, with a giggle. ‘Oh yes, never expect there would be such a beautiful, hidden compartment here, with flowers too!’ I exclaimed. ‘Yes, the architect of this complex building is an enthusiast of nature, which is why he had to have a hidden compartment of flowers here. The idea is that people who work in this motel can enjoy the nature here when they are taking breaks. This is where I grew my Edelweiss too!’ She said, happily. ‘So this is the most important bit of Hoegaarden? Because this carries the architect’s mind?’ I asked. ‘Yes, the whole garden, is Hoegaarden. When we got the hotel, the designer told us that the part where normal people see without getting down the trap door is just the tip of iceberg. The architect is called Carl, and so we call the upper bit Carlsberg; while this bit is the centre of Hoegaarden.’ She said.

We then went to the table there, and she took out the bottle of gin from her uncle Gordon, which reads Gordon’s Gin. We started drinking. I was, ehmm, as nervous as a mouse in a cat house, because I felt like I had to make good impressions so that she would maybe like me.

‘How do you like Kronenbourg?’ She asked. ‘I em…. Think it is quite nice here, loving this place! This motel is good too!’ I answered, being a bit tongue-tied. ‘Yes, this is not a big city, but this is what I like, being quiet, and just … nice, a comfortable place to live in.’ She replied to me. ‘Same here, I prefer a place where I feel comfortable to live in, rather than a place where people are too materialistic. Sometimes, it is good to pause for a moment. Beauty is wrapped and hidden between every second of life, and if you don’t stop for a moment, you may miss it. This is why I like it here.’ I could not believe I came up with this suggestive answer. I was looking at her beautiful eyes when constructing my utterance, and the words just came naturally.

She seemed to have noticed the fact that I was staring at her as I was saying. Her pale face was slightly changing to pink, like rose. She looked like she was going to say something, but she did not say a word eventually. There was an awkward silence.

I was thinking about what to say. It was a moment where I needed to say something. I made such an entrance with my utterance and I had to back it up with something. Well, no, I was…I had to go back to Aberdeen to work anyway, maybe I should not tell her anything and start a joke? No! This is just an excuse for a coward not to admit the fact that he likes a woman. Love is about grand gestures; love is about going extra miles even if it may hurt; love is about discovering the courage inside you that you did not even know that existed!

With this mindset in my head, I finally asked ‘Can I extend my stay here?’, having the courage to catch her gaze when speaking. ‘Yes, the Carling man. Till when?’ She said, with a cheeky smile, as if she knew the idea behind my question. ‘That is caring, the Edelweiss lady. And the answer would be till…. whenever.’

 

P.S. Sequel coming up if there is traffic.

If you know whether a person like football (as in soccer) or basketball, you sort of know what kind of person he (or she) is.

A person telling you that she likes basketball = telling you that she is a kind of person who would like excitement, and obeys the idea of heroism/ individualism. This kind of people cannot do much other than being invaded by the thoughts of one-man-band all the time, without consideration of the importance of teamwork. A short basketball match, people score every minute, even if you don’t know basketball, you will still be excited about it. This is a racist-sport to short people, so… well, girls who like basketball probably likes tall, big guys for the thought of heroism, without thinking whether they are worth the squeeze.

However, when a person tells you that she likes football…. things are different. In a long 90-minute football match, it can obviously be a 0:0. It might seem boring, but it contains the art of attack, the art of defense, thus creating a wonderful match by an actual team, not like a one-man-band (Perhaps Man Utd is  an exception here) Everyone in a match, is just waiting for one precious moment, to put the ball in the goal, to score. The feeling of it, you will understand only after you have played in a football match. On the pitch, you have got different kind of people: tall/ short/ fat/ thin, and unlike basketball, you do not have to be tall to even get into the court. So, if a person tells you that she likes football, you can realise that she is a person who would not mind having a normal, rural life, while still enjoy the bit of excitement between every second of life. That’s why, she picks football, which is another type of romance.

What do you think?

 

There are many people out there saying ‘Romance films are boring, non-sense, and only lead to your “Final Fantasy”‘ People who think like this are too naïve, and haven’t lived long enough to see the reality of the world.

You have to have enough experience in the world, e.g. being tricked/ friendzoned  by the girl you like, before you truly admire a ‘romance’ work. A romance work, is a world where a man and woman can love each other freely, neglecting the limitation of the reality: If you two like each other, you can be together; if you fancy a couple of birds, you can work on those simultaneously and see which one work out the best; if you two just have physical needs, you can be friends with benefits. Yes it’s unrealistic, but why do you not think about it this way: Can the reality in which we live in, give us the happiness that we can obtain from those romance story? In the world of romance, it is not like ‘there is no negativity like hates, jealousy and the ugliness of human being’, it is just that every character can express themselves honestly, expressing the full love or hate, unlike in the real world, everyone lives within his hoods, hiding his real thoughts, escaping from the social network.

Fantasy exists in everyone’s heart, romance work is not place for you to escape from the real world, but a place to let you feel the happiness that the real world cannot give you. So, romance will teach you something wrong about the real world? Then, detective stories will teach you to commit crime, right? ‘Hunger Games’ teaches you to be selfish? If you don’t have self-control, you will probably learn to abuse animals after watching Pokémon. Listening to people who are against the genre of Romance, I have absolutely No Comment.

Valentine’s Day

Valentine's Day

Haven’t posted for a while, because I had a lot of exams and table-tennis going on lately. Finally got some time today!

Tomorrow, is the Valentine’s Day, personally I’d say it’s a worth-celebrating days for couples, or for singles as well.
Here’s a funny moment when I talked to my friend today:
My friend: Have you got a date for Valentine’s Day?
Me: Yes, the 14th of February.
Haha, yes, I am single, and have been single for….. well, long enough. Although Valentine’s Day is not really related to me, I appreciate the meaning of it. It gives an opportunity for couples to celebrate, singles to make a move, and probably this is how girls learn to make chocolate and boys learn to make origami roses.

Genuinely, I think it is a day for single people to make a move towards the ones you like. Honestly the effect of making a move on this day does not necessarily increase your chance of success (I guess), but if you don’t do it, then you will probably just wait, wait, and wait, keep on finding excuses of not doing anything. It is not good. The worst scenario, is just a rejection, nothing else! (Although it is PAINFUL, still better than not knowing anything)

Anyway, enjoy the Valentine’s Day! I would be surprised if I get any unusual messages tomorrow haha. Well, for those who have a crush, step in tomorrow. For those who don’t, just wait, and the right person would appear in front of you at the right time!