GAHHHH!!! Happy Happy Happy New Year my Loves!
I’ve been stewing in squeals and squees and happy tears for hours since finishing The Pursuit of Happiness and I have given up on words. I will post whatever the thing my fingers are doing to my keyboard while still not breathing normal. As a matter of fact I felt my bra size gone up a few cups MUAHAHAHA just from the feels the swelling that is going on inside me.
YIKANG, you can not be real, but your creator extraordinaire Tony Yang made you this perfect breathing specimen setting up the bar WAYYYYYY unattainable now even in idoldrama dreamboats. I really have not seen a man loving a woman like so with so little deliberate fanfare, none of the bells and whistles to never force it as no viable choice (huh) to not love him and no other dude or not fall in love…all entirely her choice, but the deepest respect and doting from the bottom of his heart, truly pouring every thought on the lady, tenderly, carefully, lovingly putting her a priority above his own feelings, that makes my heart swells to the size of all the 7 seas combined. Every freaken single scene YiKang/Tony Yang occupies, he manages to swoon me some more when what is transpiring plot-wise is exactly the generic same old, just handled more spot on perfectly beyond imaginable. There was nothing out to shock us in the final act, it was like I am watching the OTP (which is worth it to FF through the rest) and just when your head only has the capacity other than all the swooning to conjure up the notion, oh, they should hug here, perhaps (because how often do dramas really serve me exactly what I am expecting at the most opportune timing?! not often and that is why it’s particularly fetching, on top of it happening throughout the FREAKING DRAMA). And BAM! It happens as the thought is crossing my head, in the most spectacular natural organic unbelievably subtle yet genuine and honest way that should not be in a drama but happening in real life, to every one of us, one can dream. And I must be sitting (I am not sure, I lost the feels of my extremities I recall), absolutely dumbfounded in awe how more perfect than perfect beyond my imagination the scene is evolving right before my eyes, every word, every littlest gesture of these brilliant actors ( I will forever bow and fangirl Sonia and Tony. If they decided to one day do a Saw2046 together, I would clockwork orange to watch every second of it, but I would need constant freehugs from you, TY.)…PERFECTION like I have NEVER seen before. This is the only drama I savored the BTS with hawk-eye intensity. On top of the hyperactive clown that RL Tony is, it makes me marvel so much more how professional and insanely talented they both are to able to goof around like silly dorks every moment off camera, at times even when on, or rehearsing, as if Tony Yang has set his life mission, his day job, to make Sonia’s life as the leading lady on set a hernia in making splitting sides in guffaws and 1% of the time stop his jestering and pull a serious face and call it a day, and that 1% of time on set produced more than pitch perfect scene after scene the entire drama long. There is not a scene I can find a fault in both of them, I am not even sure if the writing is THAT perfect for both the characters or is there a lot of their own awesome at work making their character so genuine and crystal clear understandable. I am not worthy to have witnessed one fine acting job like either one of them, let alone TWO on top of the SYNERGY. They clearly bring out the best of each other in their thorough understanding interpreting their characters and that is so crucial in what makes this OTP the best OTP in 2013 AND 2014 (yup, I am calling it 3 days in) @___@ I am still shell-shocked.
I love you, I mean it. I know you care for me too…thank you. Thank you…
It makes me the happiest man, and the most unfortunate because…
you are not ready to let me in.
Let me hug you. Just a hug.
And I am going to give you space.
*And TonyYang did ALL that with that face, didn’t he?!??!?!?*
There are dramas perfectly executed in every way but not necessary engaging my heartstrings with every tremble, this drama is not perfect in every way but the OTP and their relationship felt to me like I watched both of them tango on a tightrope from Empire State building, across the globe to Taipei 101 in such grace and ease like they are casually yet cautiously strolling down a beach in Kenting. The setup is cliched, every step of the way I was expecting things to be shaky, of not quite gelling, but not this pair. Tony Yang and Sonia Sui made this drama SINGS a lovely jazz. Without them this would’ve been ITWY redux ie getting on my nerves whenever the OTP says or does a thing, anything. So Not Here. This is a drama miracle from start to end. I have not witnessed a romance built up so thoroughly, so gradually from start to finish, with all these little burst of fireworks weaved in so seamlessly when I was already counting off scene as just a hug, just a kiss, just some fanservice, but they made it the opposite of contrived, so efficacious, so affecting. When has a simple hug, a repeat at that been so perfect, TWICE?! Never. When has every word, every move of the characters making so much intricate, intrinsic sense like mature 30sth adults should. Not that I can think of. When did a TWdrama allowed all the cliches to play out by these masterful actors worthy of ALL the awards magically transforming otherwise cheesy scenes and plots just to that pitchperfect special, every moment second of it swell like the newest creation of shiny sparkly precious things my eyes have never set on?! I honestly can not remember the last time in my drama fiend experience when I sat through the penultimate, then final episode of a drama I am in madlove with expectation off the roof and my nitpicking beast on the prowl literally feeling my skin tingles all my senses overloading in a warmest whirlwind of fuzzy of what must be happiness, glee, utter joy, of only watching the best of escapism dramas can do. It would surprise me to a stupor if I would EVER see a TWdrama this pitch perfect essaying adult romance and all the intangible messy concepts more boggling than quantum physics to most yet we all have to brave through somehow in our ordinary lives, falling in love.
The drama did a so delicate lovely job overall delving into what is love for a freshly broken PTSD heart. The blunt trauma, the new ‘normal’ living with the scab of the open wound that is still freshly gaping and any poking it can restart the ugly bleeding and pain one is trying best nursing, even when there are butterflies and yearnings deeper down the viscera beyond control. Time is lost, youth is lost, so is more than all the strength and courage in us to just pick ourselves up and carry on the front of a functioning adult. There is nothing left inside to go gamble with the guts when memories are freshly seared, traumatic, and adults should LEARN from their worst if favorite ‘mistakes’. There are all these nerve-wrecking disturbing things we call doubts, uncertainties, feelings are by definition intangible and finicky, new habits is not love…or is it?! At the end of the drama it manages to perfectly wrap it up simply as all the doubts, the uncertainties, the habits, the jealousy….all these globs of confusing feels are telltale signs illustrating they are nothing but components of love, making up what love is for grown men and women in their 30s.
What a great drama wrapup/ start for 2014.