5 Movies You Should Watch If You're Obsessed with K-Dramas
Let's admit it: In our heart of hearts, we all have a special place for K-Drama. No matter how many times we've seen two ridiculously good-looking people fall in love, we will never get sick of pure, unadulterated romance. Should you decide to take a break from the small screen, though (or maybe just realize that you should stop binge-watching an entire series in one night), here are five underrated movies that will make you feel equally—if not even more—kilig.
- Crazy Little Thing Called Love
This Thai movie may seem familiar to you—its two leads, Baifern and Mario Maurer, starred in the Pinoy movie Suddenly It's Magic, after all. It chronicles all the growing pains of high school, particularly that of one's first love. Nam is a bespectacled, dark-skinned girl in love with the popular yet kind Shone. Despite all odds, Nam is determined to improve herself to be worthy of Shone. Featuring everything we love about high school movies—makeover scenes, direct confessions, and happy endings—this is one movie that will make you both laugh and cry at its humor and heart.
- Our Times
A nerdy girl named Truly is in love with Ouyang, the most popular boy in school. Tai-yu, the handsome rebel of their high school, is in love with Min-min, the prettiest girl in their grade. Tai-yu blackmails Truly into unexpectedly teaming up in order to prevent the two school stars from falling in love with each other. What starts off as a rocky friendship slowly blooms into love. Despite emotional baggage, life-threatening illnesses, and unrelenting pride, can the two admit their change of heart to each other? Recommended for people who love tearjerking romances and secretly-good bad boys.
- Suddenly Seventeen
Liang has been with her boyfriend Mao for ten years, expecting him to finally propose to her as he promised when they were both 18. However, Mao dumps her, and Liang is left devastated. After accidentally binge-eating on charmed chocolate, Liang's mindset is transported temporarily into the past, where she is suddenly 17 again. After giving up her dreams and losing her self-identity for a guy, her younger self helps her remember the confidence of her youth, allowing Liang to rediscover herself. This touching film is a testament to both girl power and true love that will give you all the feels.
- She's Dating the Gangster
Not only is it a classic Pinoy movie, but a KathNiel film never disappoints. On a search for his father, Kenji, the rebellious Kenneth meets the annoyingly talkative Kelay, whose aunt Athena is dying of heart disease. Kelay begins to tell the romantic story of how her aunt Athena was Kenneth's dad Kenji's first great love, insisting on helping Kenneth find his dad so that the two high school sweethearts could be reunited once more. Alternating between the present and the '90s, this movie is a deceptively sweet and simple yet ultimately heartbreaking masterpiece that proves that you will never forget your first love.
- 200 Pound Beauty
Of course, if you love Korean TV shows, then you'll surely love Korean movies, as well. The romantic-comedy musical centers on overweight Hanna, a ghost singer for the haughty yet gorgeous pop star Amy. Depressed with her current life, Hanna is offered plastic surgery, where she emerges a slim and beautiful woman. Hanna soon reinvents herself, signing a recording contract of her own, and going on to be a successful pop star as well—even falling in love! However, with Amy blackmailing her, Hanna cannot hide the truth forever. Can Hanna finally be true to herself, or will her fixation for fame be her undoing?
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If you know me, and know me well, I am not the biggest fan of idyllic lifestyles. With a Type A personality, I act immediately upon whatever challenge that needs to be addressed. I actually enjoy keeping my mind preoccupied: doing university work in my favourite cafe then running errands around town, grocery shopping here, updating my accounts there, photocopying documents on the way down the street - all just in time before having a glass of champagne at the bar with my friends come evening.
And so, you could imagine my bewilderment when the next challenge to be faced was an extensive self-quarantine protocol. I didn’t know what to do when my greatest responsibility in this situation was to do nothing at all. My first few attempts to combat my consternation were very much rooted in distraction and imagination. My distractions involved conducting research, writing songs, calling family and friends, filming videos, and eating chocolate! My imaginations and fantasies were centred on travelling, shopping, even clubbing (which I rarely do) for when they find a cure to COVID-19. I did anything and everything that could be considered constructive in order to pass the time, mainly hoping I could just undertake the basic human necessities to survive - that is, eat and sleep the day through - until the next day comes, until the world is closer to becoming a better place, until quarantine ends, until my flight follows through, until I see my family and friends again.
Days in self-isolation and suspended flights turned to weeks and turned to months. By the third extension here in Spain where I study Fashion Business, I had to tell myself this shall be my new normal now, that I was blessed to be healthy, that I was tired of merely existing and missed what it was like to actually live - even if just within four walls. Little by little, I began to find significance in the simple occurrences of the day: the soft glare of the rising sun beaming golden streaks through my bedroom window upon waking up, the fragrance of freshly washed bed sheets that I had painstakingly hung to fit a relatively small clothes rack without crumpling them, the crunch and tanginess of warm toasted bread topped with raspberry marmalade, the buzzing sound of a phone call from home just waiting to be answered, to the caress of a fuzzy sweater to keep warm at night. I realised, “What pleasures to be enjoyed in the pause of slow living!” Through this continued pause, which I loathed at first, I began to appreciate each moment of the day rather than wish it would pass more swiftly, moments I had overlooked so often before the lockdown. I started to find that the challenge of self-isolation was never to pause both the regular routines of life as well as the positive emotions that came with these - as initially, I thought it meant to pause all happiness, so as to withstand a time of endurance in hopes for a better tomorrow, much like a form of delaying gratification. Life is just too fragile these days to delay gratification any further.
Life has paused, but it has not stopped. Believe that like any punctuation mark in a sentence, the pause will provide the right timing of things to take place. Till then, let us not waste our time waiting. Instead, we could be in the moment, seek substance in simplicity (that is, in what we already have), And enjoy the pleasure in pause. “Practice the Pause. When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause, pray.”
Here's my two cents on the letter, call for help of our medical frontliners. Let’s hear what our healthcare workers have to say and try to understand it from their point of view, they have every right to criticize how this medical crisis is being handled by the government... after all, they're the experts on the topic. Though we see the frontliners as heroes in our eyes, the lack of concrete plans from the government to combat COVID-19 makes them feel otherwise. Healthcare workers are already starting to voice out how they feel as though they are being sacrificed as they follow through their sworn oath. We wouldn’t send our soldiers to war unarmed and without a concrete plan; the same should be expected for our frontliners. How can we send them to battle without proper gear? Why is there still a debate on whether mass testing is needed or not when the experts on that field continuously insist its importance in flattening the curve? Why is this still not the priority when it’s literally our lives on the line? It’s not like the medical experts demanding for mass testing are just stating their opinion about this mindlessly, they studied this laboriously. Make them feel heard so that all the sacrifices that they’re doing and all the deaths of their colleagues are not in vain. More than the words of praises, what our medical professionals truly need right now is TANGIBLE support. Here is to hoping they get that soon. @errren.22
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Here is a photograph taken yesterday from the photo shoot I did in our house. ? I really love dressing up and being dolled up, it makes me feel great and confident of who I am ?
I was actually hesitant to post these pictures of mine. My sister eveb asked me to change my Facebook Profile Picture and it took me hours to decide if I should. But, I realized that this is me, the real me. I should be confident of my body and of who I really am.
At the end of the day, I dress up not for other people but for myself ? To all the ladies out there and even gentlemen who are taking a second to think if they should post their pictures, worried about what will others say their body, remember that we just need to be just ourselves. Be confident and let us support each other ? Let us be friends! IG: @romynaaaaaaa_
They say time heals all wounds, but it has been ages - is heartbreak exempted?
I have forgotten when was the last time we shared a smile - the last time when I saw the glow in your eyes and the last time when you whispered an I love you to me. I have forgotten when, but here I am - writing to you again.
I do not know if you will read this or you will just add this one to my proses and poems that you left unread, but you see, I am still hoping. I am mailing the pain of us to the gods out there - hoping they can take the pain away. I should have gotten over you, but instead of forgetting and accepting our ending, I am writing about us in tissue sheets, carving about us on trees, telling about us on the back of my journals, hoping that a thousand or a million write ups about us, can make me forget about what happened.
I am writing, waiting for the point where I can no longer write anymore, for I have none to tell - but when? I have nothing in me anymore, but the memories of us - and no matter how hard I try put those to its own grave, the memories grow back like lilies in the swamp - painful and beautiful at the same time.
No matter how hard I try to silence those and put it at the back of my mind, those ring back, playing like the favorite song we used to listen. They say heartbreaks turn into poetry and that is what happening to us - but poetry should be dulcet and dreamy, why does ours sound like pain and agony? They say time heals all wounds, but it has been ages - is heartbreak exempted? Darling, I guess not.