yet another good story.

oh my, i've had one of the most fruitful 12 plus hours marathon of my life.

it's amazing. this japanese serial water boys 2.

and i cried at the last episode. like, cried-like-nobody's-business.
ok, not that bad. haha. cried a little.

but i've learnt something precious from the story of these youths.
it's life's simplest desires, pleasures, that matter and are worth fighting for sometimes.
and the same spirit will hold people together, and band them together to accomplish some of the wildest dreams ever heard.

and the presence of unity and loyalty really overflowed from the set and touched me.

thank you, i've learnt something. really.

and boy, where did my youth go?
let me go to bed, it's 2am. i shall try to dream of an answer.