This Japanese Reality Show Is Your Next Binge-Watch
What's a girl to do when she's on bed rest for two weeks and bored out of her mind? Start watching the reality show highly recommended by a few friends (and by the Netflix algorithm). Terrace House is a Japanese series that follows the lives of three guys and three girls living together in one gorgeous house. I started watching on day two of my house arrest, and I breezed through 17 episodes in 24 hours. I. Could. Not. Stop. Watching.
Unlike in other reality shows, the housemates are allowed to go out, check social media, and even watch the latest episodes of the show. They can go to work or school—trust the Japanese to keep things running smoothly—and they can leave the house anytime they want. There are no OTT challenges or ridiculous gimmicks. It's just people living their lives, with cameras capturing both the interesting and the mundane.
The show starts out by introducing the housemates, whose first words to each other are "I look forward to living with you"—so polite! They then take a tour of the spacious, minimalist, super Instagram-ready house.
It has a pool.
Cute bunk beds.
A TV by the bathtub!
And a gorgeous, fully-equipped kitchen.
Look at that oven. That stove top. All that counter space!
It doesn't take long for them to get down to business—they're all single and looking after all. From hi, how old are you, what do you do, it's straight to what’s your type, when did you last have a girlfriend/boyfriend? Very casually, of course.
It's interesting how open they are with each other, even if two or three people like the same person. When they have disagreements, they're unfailingly polite, and you will rarely see them raise their voices. They settle things without any bloodshed, but that doesn't make things any less fascinating.
They have different ways of asking each other out. Sometimes it's a direct let's go out on a date, other times it's let's go running a.k.a. have dinner, just the two of us. They take turns going out with one another—there was one guy who obnoxiously announced that he was going out with all three girls in one week and even made one girl plan everything for their date!—but you know it's getting serious if there's hand holding involved (a huge deal in Japanese culture) or if the guy asks the girl to be his girlfriend (much like the traditional Pinoy style). I'm on episode 19 of 46, and so far all the housemates are straight. Imagine how different the dynamics would be if there was LGBT representation.
Completing the experience is the group of panelists who have the funniest and sharpest observations. When one girl cuts her hair just before a date with a guy who's seeing another girl, the panelists take that to mean that the girl knew the rejection was coming. She cut her hair because "the feelings linger in the ends of your hair," they concluded. So true!
When one female housemate cooks fish in foil for everyone, the guy panelists take that to mean that she's showing off her cooking skills as a way to attract the guys, but the female panelists are like, uh, no, fish in foil is so easy. The panelists have the same sentiments, though, when one housemate, tired of the slow pace of their relationship, spells out "coward" on the omurice (fried rice omelet) she prepared for the guy she's dating! That's just quality passive-aggressiveness right there.
TL;DR: You HAVE to watch Terrace House so we can all discuss and unpack each episode. There's a long weekend next month, so you know what to do!
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Today, I am sharing my mother's story. I wish my mother was a constant in my life, like an angel who guards you to sleep and comes right there when you called. But angels come back home too, in heaven where they always belonged, and my mother went back a little early. My mother died when I was 13 years old. My last memory of my mother: Letting go when you are not yet ready is a very cruel thing that one has to ever experience. It is a sudden wave of total sadness and desperation crashing into your very core.
On the 28th of July 2013, we went to a resort in Bataan for the employees’ getaway. My parents own a 7-11 franchise, and it had always been a tradition to give their store clerks a get-together every year. I remember very well the last breakfast I had with my mother. The Sunday morning sky was clear and sunny, and the sea was calm and tranquil as we ate our breakfast on a cottage under the tall palm trees. She shared with us a strange dream she had the other night. She dreamt about an unknown woman holding an ice pick chasing her down on a dimly lit street, then she woke up just before the woman could grab her arm. We never knew what that dream exactly meant and now, I wished I never knew its meaning. After breakfast, my family and our employees decided to take a swim at the beach. The day was nice. The morning air may be chilly but the sun’s kiss on our skins gave us warmth. It was perfect. Everything is fine and the tides are low which made it very enjoyable to swim. We swam a little farther from the shore and we stopped to the point where the water reached our shoulders. We were talking about the good things in life and reminiscing the good old days. Those are the things that I’ve always loved about my family because I never had a meaningless conversation with them.
A few moments later, we heard a panicking call for help from one of our store clerks. It was Rachel. She was struggling to keep her head above water. She was already drowning but the odd thing was, she was only a few feet away from us. At first, we thought she was just playing around until we felt the sand in our toes dissolving like powder. It felt like as if the seafloor submerged deeper. I remembered sighting the shore and it seemed so close yet very far away. We were all panicking at that time. No one knew how to swim except my mother so without having second thoughts she swam towards Rachel and called out to my father, “Yung mga anak mo! Dalhin mo sa pampang yung mga anak mo!” and I never thought I already heard my mother’s last words to my father. I was paddling like a dog, gasping for air, as I say a little prayer to God to take us all back to safety. I felt my father grabbing our swimsuits, trying to lift our bodies so we can breathe even though he was also struggling to keep himself alive. Once I felt my toes touch the ground, there came a veil of relief that covered my whole body. As soon as my father and my sister made it to the shore we started calling out for help. There were no lifeguards on duty at that time, no personnel, nor guards. I saw my mother already floating in her stomach. We sighted a boat sailing nearby, we waved our hands and called for their attention. They almost ignored us because they cannot comprehend what we were trying to relay but the good thing was a passenger in the boat noticed my mother and Rachel in the water.
My mother’s body was laid on the shore. She was unconscious and her whole body was pale as white. My father performed CPR but my mother couldn’t get the water come out of her mouth because the food she ate earlier got stuck in her throat and blocked the passage. A concerned tourist offered his car to deliver my mom in a nearby health center or a clinic of some sort since the hospital was miles away from the beach and she needs immediate care. My father told us to stay in the hotel room and prepare mom’s belongings so that if she wakes up she has fresh clothes to change into. My sister and I finished packing our things and waited for our father to pick us up from the hotel. I was crying and I couldn’t stop myself because I was afraid to lose my mother. I couldn’t imagine what my life would be if I lose her that day. Moments lasted until we heard a knock on the door and it was my father, crying, and apologizing to us. He hugged me and my sister tightly and saying, “Sorry, anak, sorry hindi na uuwi si mommy, sorry hindi ko nasagip si mommy”. And that was the moment I felt sinking into the ground. I never knew what to feel at first. I was numb because my worries were now actually a reality that I have to live in. I was at shock because I am now one of the kids in those cliche teleseryes who lost a mother at an early age. We went to the health center to settle everything. The clinic was very small and it sure did lack equipment. He told us to stay in the car. I wanted to see my mom, but I know he never wanted us to see her like that. I didn’t know what to feel. I was having high anxiety levels that my stomach is churning and I wanted to vomit. I got off the car and entered the health center to find the restroom. When I was finding my way around, I passed by the emergency room. I saw my mother lying in a foldable bed, lifeless, her hands dangling from the side of the bed, she has violet bruises on her skin, and her body was partially covered with a white towel.
That is when it sunk into me that she’s dead and never coming back. My father asked the others to just commute back to Manila because what we need right now is comfort from our family. The drive back home was one of the most painful memory I had as a kid. My father was in the steering wheel crying his eyes out. We drove from Bataan to Pampanga. We went home to my grandmother’s house, the nearest house that we can call “home” because how are we still going to be “home” without her?
Once we reached Pampanga, we stopped over to the gas station and my father made some calls to our loved ones to tell them that my mother passed away. He then called my aunt to help him arrange for the funeral. We got home and my grandmother hugged us and told us to get some rest. Already tired of crying, I went to sleep for a while. I woke up and for a second, I thought everything that happened the other day was all just a dream. That she was there in Manila, sitting on the couch reading some furniture magazine, waiting for us to go home. But that’s how cruel life is, right? I got up and weirdly, I felt sands in the bed. It was gray, just like the ones on the beach. I thought maybe it was just dirt but it was a fair amount to believe that maybe she visited us before she left. - ?
- The part of how I conquered the grief of her passing is shared in my personal blog. I felt the need to share my story with everyone since she's the woman I look up to. Feel free to visit my personal blog too when you have the time. I love writing my stories. Thank You! link: http://qkathreece.wixsite.com/kathreecequizon/post/breaking-waves
Hello! Sharing my first story in Wattpad!
TITLE: Whisper to the Stars AUTHOR: https://www.wattpad.com/user/withniji
GENRE: Teen Fiction/Romance STORY LINK: https://my.w.tt/Y3HeLPe9K7
Description: Ingrid Gianna "Gigi", a breadwinner of her family, has kept her feelings hidden for Hayme, her long time high school crush, because she has too much responsibilities in life; believing that she has no time for love. But, no matter how hard she tries to suppressed it for years, fate always finds its way....like it was already written in the stars.
A Quarantine Love Affair
I saw him today, — just to deliver some cookies I was selling. It was sunset. He went inside the car and stayed there for maybe 15 minutes, or 10, or maybe less. We just talked. Well, I talked. And he listened. As we do. And he sat in the backseat while I sat in the front.
My dad was waiting outside the car. We didn’t get to feel each other, not even touch our hands. I just blurted out all the stories that came to my head without thinking. I knew I wanted to fit as much words as I could in the small window of time we had. It felt like we were meeting again, for the first time, but it was comfortable. Familiar. And as I was telling him about another crazy shenanigan that my father had encountered, he leaned his head on the back of my seat and looked at me and smiled and listened.
And that picture will always be displayed on my mind, hung up with a dark colored frame protecting it. It was the best view I’ve seen all week and it made 3 months of not seeing each other feel insignificant. It was just us, my stories, and the quiet hum of the engine.
COLLEGE SURVIVAL TIPS: IS BEING ALONE MEANS WEAKNESS OR STRENGTH, OR ELSE, MAYBE IT'S JUST YOUR OWN WAY TO SURVIVE.
College is a Matter of Survival. It is more on trusting and relying on YOURSELF, alone. College is not a race, it's like a journey, a journey of hardships, circumstances, and challenges that, to some extent, will push you to give up, so you must set your goals and take risks. College is far from being a junior or senior high school, so there's no more room for easy-going attitudes.
It is better to suffer now than to regret your actions in the future. I've learned these things and continue doing it right now. College made me realize that you'll meet temporary people in your life, some of them stay, but others not, they vanish, and soon you become strangers to them. It's okay to make friends, but you must know how to set your limitations with them. Also, don't forget to think wisely, there are some whose only seasonal friends. At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is that you accompanied each other, and still, you have yourself. Being alone doesn't mean you avoid people coming into your life, it's just that, you know how to distance yourself from people you don't feel to get along with, and that's OKAY. The thing about college is, you'll meet different types of people who will help you to open up your mind to be more matured enough to the point that you will become more understanding rather than start an argument. There's nothing to be afraid of being alone, you just need to accept the facts and consequences.
Little by little, you will witness yourself develop from how much you've grown, and be grateful for that because you overcome those situations that trigger you to give up. I share these things with you that may be applicable to your upcoming college life and leaving this message to you. 'Don't hesitate to take risks to success, it will be paid off someday. Let God help you and do your very best.' #CollegeSurvival