It's not even the relationships that are changing. I mean aren't they graduating soon. That's a major change in…
Oh, you’re spot-on! Life’s a whole course meal, not just the honeymoon dessert. Boston and Nick, as well as Ray and Sand, still have to chew through job hunts and life decisions. Real love’s not just about locking lips, it’s about syncing life goals. So, can they pass the adulting test post-grad? Guess we’ll have to wait and see! But it seems many people might not even need a second season.
Boston did something he’d never done before: he let love in. He promised to give Nick his all until the day Boston’d have to say goodbye to Thailand’s shimmering skies. They kissed—a kiss Boston counted as a silent ‘yes.’ Nick’s face glowed, as if lit by the city’s neon lights. Labels aside, they were already each other’s without saying a word.
After watching ep 11 I'm confused about something Did the last scene of episode 10 with SandRay was Ray imagination…
After hearing his dad’s explanation, Ray is deeply moved but doesn’t rush to find Sand, which is quite unlike his impulsive self. It seems he remembers his promise to Sand and heads straight to rehab. Next, we witness an emotional confession. Following his therapist’s instructions, he closes his eyes.
The scene where he tearfully embraces Sand, asking for forgiveness, could be Ray’s vivid imagination at play. Alternatively, in a dazed moment, he might mistake the therapist for Sand. I lean toward thinking he first imagines embracing Sand, then hugs the therapist as a stand-in.
Later, Ray scours the city for Sand, even visiting the nightclub where Sand’s mom works. Learning Sand has gone to a “peaceful” place, Ray heads to the bar where Sand’s biological father works. There, they share a heartfelt hug and make amends.
Sand helped Ray to face his issue, fight with his addition (not sure how successfully seeing how he had drink…
I’m not trying to quantify the odds of success for these three couples. I’m simply pointing out that, based on what I’ve seen so far, Boston and Nick exhibit a more mature and grounded approach to love. It's not to say the others aren't worthy of love or successful; it's just that their love narrative aligns more closely with my own values.
Sand helped Ray to face his issue, fight with his addition (not sure how successfully seeing how he had drink…
Oh, don’t get me wrong! Being there for your partner is like the bread and butter of any love story. But let’s be real, Ray’s as stable as a Jenga tower in a windstorm. I mean, sipping red wine in a tub while in rehab? That’s like bringing a cheat sheet to an ethics exam. Sure, support is crucial, but how you give it matters too. My point isn’t who’s done what. It’s about having a life plan that’s more thought out than a last-minute Spotify playlist.
And let’s talk ambition for a sec. Ray’s big idea is to whisk Sand away to music festivals on Daddy’s dime? Cue Sand hitting the pause button on that tune. It shows Ray’s still in the shallow end of the adulting pool. So, while they’re cute enough to catch eyes at Coachella, I wouldn’t bet the farm on their forever just yet.
Boston and Nick give me high-school-sweethearts-vibes-meet-adult-realism. Boston's transformation from a playboy to a devoted “(boy)friend” is the kind of character arc that tickles my romantic bones but keeps my intellectual side pleased.
I mean, seriously, how many high school sweethearts make it to the altar? College, new cities, and hell, just growing up, change us. By not making grandiose promises, Boston and Nick keep it real and avoid setting themselves up for future heartbreak. It's mature love, in a temporary arrangement. Take notes, Mew and Top!
As for Ray and Sand, their idea of love is, what, jet-setting to music festivals around the world? It's cute but naïve, like thinking a leather jacket makes you a rock star. Oh, they remind me of those couples who think love is an extended Spring Break. Ever heard of Britney Spears and her 55-hour marriage to Jason Allen Alexander? Pure spontaneity, and look where that got them!
Love needs a strategy, honey, not just passion and playlists.
So, even though Boston and Nick have their baggage, their approach to love has that adult-level, emotional IQ I'm all about. Life comes in stages, and adapting our love lives to those stages—well, that's the real happily ever after.
Don't you dare overlook the importance of including the magnificent, awe-inspiring, and utterly fabulous top's…
Ah, the fashion choices in this BL saga? Honey, let's just say if taste was a course, these characters would be failing miserably. It's like someone took a dive into the discount bin at 'Cliché Couture.' If these outfits could talk, they'd be begging for a plot twist that lands them in a thrift store—because even second-hand is a step up. But hey, who needs a well-dressed cast when you've got storylines that keep you saying, 'What on Earth am I watching?' Right?
Force might be a feast for the eyes, but his character, Top? More like a side dish nobody ordered.
The actor is tall, charming, and can bat those lengthy eyelashes to make anyone swoon. But then he steps into the role of Top and it’s like, “Welcome to CringeFest 2023!”
Let’s start with his stalker vibes. Top isn’t merely wandering the campus; oh no, he’s on a full-blown reconnaissance mission. This guy’s lurking in the shadows, dialing up Mew for a dinner invite like he’s some secret agent—but the only mystery is why he thinks this is okay! When Mew hits the “decline” button on that offer, Top comes out of the woodwork, and not in a good way. It’s less “ta-da!” and more “oh no, he didn’t!” And, get this, he’s not just eavesdropping; he’s doing full-on surveillance on Mew’s chat with Boeing. If creeping were a major, Top would graduate summa cum laude.
If that campus spectacle wasn’t enough to make me wish for a “fast-forward” button in life, let’s talk about the kitchen drama. They’re battling over dishes like it’s a finale on a cooking show, and boom—a dish shatters. Cue Top’s Oscar-worthy snap, “Didn’t I say I would wash them?” As if that lone broken plate were the emotional climax of a soap opera.
The cringe doesn’t just hit you; it envelops you, like a thick fog of second-hand embarrassment. At this point, who wouldn’t want to dash out for a sanity-saving cocktail? Maybe two. Because after watching Top’s antics unfold, we don’t just need a drink—we need a whole new series to cleanse our viewing palate.
Oh, let’s not forget the cherry on this cringe sundae: Top’s snap-happy personality. With someone that quick to snap over a dish—literally—a shared living situation raises major red flags. It’s like setting up a powder keg in a fireworks factory. So yeah, the thought of Top and Mew cohabiting? That doesn’t just make me want a cocktail; it makes me want to stock up on fire extinguishers—for the inevitable explosion of drama that’s sure to come.
Oh boy, do I hear you loud and clear! Ain't no way I'm letting my man have a cozy little chat with his ex while…
Oh, honey, you’ve got the spirit of a lioness and I’m here for it! Your man isn’t some old library book that his ex can just check out whenever she pleases. Oh, absolutely not! It’s like, “Hey there sweetie, if you’ve got something to say, the stage is all yours but remember, it’s a package deal, me and him, front row seats together.”
And you know what? You’re spot on! You’ve got every right to strut into that narrative and make it your own. After all, he’s your chosen charmer in this tale, your partner in crime in this narrative you both are weaving. No one gets to flip the script but you two. So go ahead, lay down the law, and let them know that the days of solo scenes are long gone. It’s a duologue now, with you and your man writing the lines, together!
Oh, stepping into this scenario feels like tiptoeing through a drama minefield with a sprinkle of awkward confetti! So, there I am, cozied up with my new beau on a date, when his ex, the one who left him high and dry, decides to waltz back into the scene. The audacity! And my guy, he suggests I head home while he handles this blast from the past.
Now, we haven't exchanged house keys yet, so I decide to twirl back to my own pad. It's not about him playing the boss, oh no honey, it's about trusting him to tidy up old messes. I respect his space, his privacy, and his capability to deal with the ghost of girlfriends past. I'd toss him a playful salute, "Alright! See you at my place later."
But oh, if he was my hubby, the script flips! Sorry darling, you'd need to shut down the ex files right there and then, walk out with me, and we'd have a cozy little debrief. A clear cut case of 'Ex-it', no re-entry allowed! So do I make sense?
And he looks so different than in Not Me. There he was more sweet "around the edges" and here he is so buff I…
I understand the points you’ve made regarding the dynamics among Boeing, Top, Mew, Sand, and Ray. It’s indeed a complex narrative that explores the myriad facets of human relationships. What resonates with me is the essence of choice and personal agency encapsulated in Boeing’s actions. He presents an option, an invitation if you will, to the individuals in a relationship, whether committed or not. It’s then up to them to decide the course of their relationship. I’m not championing moral indifference, rather highlighting the importance of personal choice within legal and social frameworks. Every character has the ability to make decisions based on their feelings and circumstances, and Boeing’s actions merely serve as catalysts for those decisions. Of course, the legality of his actions in a different socio-cultural context could evoke a different discussion. It’s the exploration of these human intricacies that adds a layer of depth to the storyline, making it a compelling narrative.
And he looks so different than in Not Me. There he was more sweet "around the edges" and here he is so buff I…
I'll admit, Mond is a drool-worthy specimen many wouldn’t mind being serenaded by. Yet, it's Boeing's complex character that has me intrigued and admittedly, I find certain aspects of him admirable.
He’s a testament to the fact that a relationship sans a graceful exit strategy is devoid of any semblance of civilization. He chose to be on top, figuratively and literally, and faced the music.
His initial intention was to use Mew as a pawn in his vendetta against Top, but along the way, he found himself genuinely falling for Mew, confident that he could be a better match for him.
When Mew declined his advances, Boeing took it on the chin and retreated, without further pestering. He couldn’t wish them well, predicting nothing but a doom-laden ending for Top and Mew’s liaison.
He circled back to Sand, hoping for a second shot at love. It's no different from Top, who, during a brief act of Mew and Ray playing cozy, also scrambled for a second chance with Mew. They were both peddling their hearts out, which is fair game.
Audiences might choose to loathe him, but Boeing is the kind of guy I'd want to hit the mall with, sharing laughs over a shopping spree.
I have to give some credit to Boeing, and it's not just because Mond is a total eye-candy.
Boeing embodies that treacherous lover archetype, initiating chaos, abandoning ship, and then gallivanting around, wreaking emotional havoc wherever he goes. For ages, this role, in romance novels and on the silver screen, has been monopolized by women.
Seeing a muscular hot hunk, who looks adorable even in glasses, exemplify these traits is a breath of fresh, albeit mischievous, air.
I'm gonna feel like a veteran after EP 12 who has survived the trenches of this blasted comment section. Still…
I’ve seen messier forums, but this one takes the crown for being the one where I’ve voiced out the most (started my verbal marathon since Episode 6), making it a landmark in my digital footprint. Whether I was on the treadmill, waiting for my nail polish to dry, or scrolling through amidst a Sunday brunch with friends, this space was my go-to. The chatter here became a side dish to my routine. Oh, how I’ll reminisce about this!
No user RayofRay (or your new name - Pawatina) - you are not hated in the comments section for defending Ray but…
Ah, so I'm not the only one who's been given the cold shoulder by our friend here! Although, it seems like their block isn't as solid as they think – I can still peek through their comments on the app version. Oh, the irony!
Some folks are still thumbing through the pages of 'How to Communicate Politely 101.' The best way to handle such theatrics is with a chuckle and a shrug, not letting it ruffle our feathers. And when all else fails, a scoop of chocolate ice cream or a cup of coffee liqueur is my go-to comfort. Ah, the sweet taste of staying unbothered amidst the virtual storms!
Sand and Ray find their bond tested when a ghost from Sand's past, Boeing, swoops back into his life. As Boeing and Sand dive into a whirlpool of old emotions, Sand nudges Ray towards the exit. But Ray, anchored by concern, chooses to ride the storm, his presence stirring the waters further. Amidst the echoes of betrayal from Boeing, the trio finds themselves entangled in a dance of trust and old scars.
From Sand’s Lens:
1. Privacy and Respect: • Upside: A chat with Boeing might just be the closure Sand needs, a private chapter to a public book. • Downside: Ray, the unexpected audience, may shift the conversation’s tide, leaving Sand navigating rocky waters.
2. Trust: • Upside: Sand might hope for Ray’s trust to sail solo with Boeing on these turbulent seas. • Downside: Ray's anchor of concern could signal a storm of doubt, a ripple of discomfort for Sand.
From Ray’s Viewpoint:
1. The Boeing Threat: • Upside: Ray’s stance could be a shield, a guardian gesture given Boeing’s traitorous track. • Downside: But staying could stir the pot, turning a simmer of discomfort into a boiling broil for Sand.
2. Communication: • Upside: For Ray, open channels in turbulent times could be the lighthouse in a fog of uncertainty. • Downside: Ignoring Sand’s call for privacy could be a missed signal, a crack in their communicative code.
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The scene where he tearfully embraces Sand, asking for forgiveness, could be Ray’s vivid imagination at play. Alternatively, in a dazed moment, he might mistake the therapist for Sand. I lean toward thinking he first imagines embracing Sand, then hugs the therapist as a stand-in.
Later, Ray scours the city for Sand, even visiting the nightclub where Sand’s mom works. Learning Sand has gone to a “peaceful” place, Ray heads to the bar where Sand’s biological father works. There, they share a heartfelt hug and make amends.
And let’s talk ambition for a sec. Ray’s big idea is to whisk Sand away to music festivals on Daddy’s dime? Cue Sand hitting the pause button on that tune. It shows Ray’s still in the shallow end of the adulting pool. So, while they’re cute enough to catch eyes at Coachella, I wouldn’t bet the farm on their forever just yet.
I mean, seriously, how many high school sweethearts make it to the altar? College, new cities, and hell, just growing up, change us. By not making grandiose promises, Boston and Nick keep it real and avoid setting themselves up for future heartbreak. It's mature love, in a temporary arrangement. Take notes, Mew and Top!
As for Ray and Sand, their idea of love is, what, jet-setting to music festivals around the world? It's cute but naïve, like thinking a leather jacket makes you a rock star. Oh, they remind me of those couples who think love is an extended Spring Break. Ever heard of Britney Spears and her 55-hour marriage to Jason Allen Alexander? Pure spontaneity, and look where that got them!
Love needs a strategy, honey, not just passion and playlists.
So, even though Boston and Nick have their baggage, their approach to love has that adult-level, emotional IQ I'm all about. Life comes in stages, and adapting our love lives to those stages—well, that's the real happily ever after.
The actor is tall, charming, and can bat those lengthy eyelashes to make anyone swoon. But then he steps into the role of Top and it’s like, “Welcome to CringeFest 2023!”
Let’s start with his stalker vibes. Top isn’t merely wandering the campus; oh no, he’s on a full-blown reconnaissance mission. This guy’s lurking in the shadows, dialing up Mew for a dinner invite like he’s some secret agent—but the only mystery is why he thinks this is okay! When Mew hits the “decline” button on that offer, Top comes out of the woodwork, and not in a good way. It’s less “ta-da!” and more “oh no, he didn’t!” And, get this, he’s not just eavesdropping; he’s doing full-on surveillance on Mew’s chat with Boeing. If creeping were a major, Top would graduate summa cum laude.
If that campus spectacle wasn’t enough to make me wish for a “fast-forward” button in life, let’s talk about the kitchen drama. They’re battling over dishes like it’s a finale on a cooking show, and boom—a dish shatters. Cue Top’s Oscar-worthy snap, “Didn’t I say I would wash them?” As if that lone broken plate were the emotional climax of a soap opera.
The cringe doesn’t just hit you; it envelops you, like a thick fog of second-hand embarrassment. At this point, who wouldn’t want to dash out for a sanity-saving cocktail? Maybe two. Because after watching Top’s antics unfold, we don’t just need a drink—we need a whole new series to cleanse our viewing palate.
Oh, let’s not forget the cherry on this cringe sundae: Top’s snap-happy personality. With someone that quick to snap over a dish—literally—a shared living situation raises major red flags. It’s like setting up a powder keg in a fireworks factory. So yeah, the thought of Top and Mew cohabiting? That doesn’t just make me want a cocktail; it makes me want to stock up on fire extinguishers—for the inevitable explosion of drama that’s sure to come.
And you know what? You’re spot on! You’ve got every right to strut into that narrative and make it your own. After all, he’s your chosen charmer in this tale, your partner in crime in this narrative you both are weaving. No one gets to flip the script but you two. So go ahead, lay down the law, and let them know that the days of solo scenes are long gone. It’s a duologue now, with you and your man writing the lines, together!
Now, we haven't exchanged house keys yet, so I decide to twirl back to my own pad. It's not about him playing the boss, oh no honey, it's about trusting him to tidy up old messes. I respect his space, his privacy, and his capability to deal with the ghost of girlfriends past. I'd toss him a playful salute, "Alright! See you at my place later."
But oh, if he was my hubby, the script flips! Sorry darling, you'd need to shut down the ex files right there and then, walk out with me, and we'd have a cozy little debrief. A clear cut case of 'Ex-it', no re-entry allowed! So do I make sense?
He’s a testament to the fact that a relationship sans a graceful exit strategy is devoid of any semblance of civilization. He chose to be on top, figuratively and literally, and faced the music.
His initial intention was to use Mew as a pawn in his vendetta against Top, but along the way, he found himself genuinely falling for Mew, confident that he could be a better match for him.
When Mew declined his advances, Boeing took it on the chin and retreated, without further pestering. He couldn’t wish them well, predicting nothing but a doom-laden ending for Top and Mew’s liaison.
He circled back to Sand, hoping for a second shot at love. It's no different from Top, who, during a brief act of Mew and Ray playing cozy, also scrambled for a second chance with Mew. They were both peddling their hearts out, which is fair game.
Audiences might choose to loathe him, but Boeing is the kind of guy I'd want to hit the mall with, sharing laughs over a shopping spree.
Boeing embodies that treacherous lover archetype, initiating chaos, abandoning ship, and then gallivanting around, wreaking emotional havoc wherever he goes. For ages, this role, in romance novels and on the silver screen, has been monopolized by women.
Seeing a muscular hot hunk, who looks adorable even in glasses, exemplify these traits is a breath of fresh, albeit mischievous, air.
Some folks are still thumbing through the pages of 'How to Communicate Politely 101.' The best way to handle such theatrics is with a chuckle and a shrug, not letting it ruffle our feathers. And when all else fails, a scoop of chocolate ice cream or a cup of coffee liqueur is my go-to comfort. Ah, the sweet taste of staying unbothered amidst the virtual storms!
From Sand’s Lens:
1. Privacy and Respect:
• Upside: A chat with Boeing might just be the closure Sand needs, a private chapter to a public book.
• Downside: Ray, the unexpected audience, may shift the conversation’s tide, leaving Sand navigating rocky waters.
2. Trust:
• Upside: Sand might hope for Ray’s trust to sail solo with Boeing on these turbulent seas.
• Downside: Ray's anchor of concern could signal a storm of doubt, a ripple of discomfort for Sand.
From Ray’s Viewpoint:
1. The Boeing Threat:
• Upside: Ray’s stance could be a shield, a guardian gesture given Boeing’s traitorous track.
• Downside: But staying could stir the pot, turning a simmer of discomfort into a boiling broil for Sand.
2. Communication:
• Upside: For Ray, open channels in turbulent times could be the lighthouse in a fog of uncertainty.
• Downside: Ignoring Sand’s call for privacy could be a missed signal, a crack in their communicative code.