On Eagles' Wings

from bottom middle (clockwise): Makino Tsukushi, Domyoji Tsukasa,  Nikishida Sojirou, Mimasaka Rei and Hanazawa Rui. Okay. Don't ask me. I don't know why it is translated such, but it IS. In Japanese, it's called Hana Yori Dango. Well, I know that Hana = Flowers. The rest is, your guess is as good as mine. But I kinda doubt that they actually meant Boys Over Flowers. Or maybe they do. Whatever. Anyway, I just finished going through all 9 of the CDs in the Season 2 set. And it was better than Season 1. Okay, I lied. I never watched Season 1. Don't intend to. I never heard of this Japanese series before until my Dad (yes, you saw right, it's my DAD, FATHER, who's hooked on all these and is willing to spend on original box sets for the whole season) mentioned it. There was the Taiwanese version on TV, but called Meteor Garden (sounds better than Boys Over Flowers, if you ask me). Other than that, I knew nothing about the series. So, with my Dad's f...

Tears brimmed over my lower eyelids. They streamed down my face, and I was unable to hold them back. I felt them flow all along down one cheek, and then the other, all the way down to my chin where they hung for a few seconds before dropping to stain the thighs of my shorts. I tried not to sniffle. But I couldn't. My nose was beginning to run. I furiously rubbed the snot away from my nose, wiping them all over my shorts instead. I did not dare to look away, or to my sides, frantically wondering if my face could be seen from their angle. Can they see me crying? But I could not help it. It was so heartbreakingly painful to watch what was unfolding before me. I could feel his pain. The tears in his eyes made trying to stop crying that much harder. Why did it have to end this way? Why does it hurt this bad? Even if there was no other choice, that did not mean it would make it any less difficult to accept. I stared at the laptop screen in front of me and watched the prota...