so it continues...

ALL OVER ME
Danger Flowers

In this space between what's wrong and right
You will find me waiting for you
All your fortresses go down with the night
To the dawn I'll see you through

Coz I know
That you know
You're all over me now
And it's clear, it will show
Your guardians will go
But if your heart is cold
My sheets are warm
I will shelter you through the storm
I will shelter you all through the storm

imagine me you

For the past few months, my mind alternately went into limbo, excessive imagining. limbo again, and more imagining... I am not sure what I really attained from those "strenuous" activities, but it was fun. Try it:p

I'd gladly share the things that came up from the imagining part, but Im well aware of the concept of OVERSHARING so in true MTRCB tradition I promise to talk about the most innocent of stuff. So here's the story...

That's all folks!

Bwahahaha...

Seriously, I've been imagining among other things that I had copy of this British romantic comedy, Imagine Me and You starring Lena Headey and Piper Perabo. I've been hearing about it for quite some time but since it wasn't exactly commercially released in this mole-led country, I had to content myself with "underground" research for my source. No, I have not been watching spy movies again, and No,I have nothing against moles. I love moles! Except for that kind of mole attached to and taking control of this Tolkien creature.

While imagining is not an evil endeavor, nothing can top the real thing and luckily for me, my friend found a copy of said movie and lent it to me. HAPPINESS! But my 2-month old dvd player had to conk out that week of all weeks. SADNESS. So same friend knowing how annying I can get when restless, threw in her extra dvd player. TOUCHNESS! So home, I went. WATCHNESS!

Now my friend told me that the movie's light and not something you'd usually use for heavy gender information dissemination. I told her, (In lena's knee-weakening voice)"It doesn't matter"... please allow me a moment to feel the kilig again... I have so many heavy stuff going round for me anyway. So light, it is.

In true praning fashion, my worrying over possible nuissances -- unexpected visitors, missing t.v. remote control, blackouts, duty calls, comets falling on our streets, etc -- almost erased my giddyness. Ok, ok I did say "Love makes the world go 'round but without air we're dead" but I can do mushy too!

Obsessiveness pays u know... plus the forces of nature were in a good mood so as soon as i hit the play button, kilig set in... sigh...

I thought that as soon as I get my hands on the dvd, my imaginations would be cut down in half. But no, as I watched the movie and long long after I've returned the dvd player, it only intensified... That Lena Headey. How dare she make my heart beat that fast! And how dare her, being so hot like that! Not when I have told myself just recently " Self, you're a plant. It's less complicated that way." Wasamaterwitme.

And the rest of the Brit cast (and Piper), how dare they make me laugh at their brit sense of humor. I've crossed over from being gay to being ecstatic. Not when Im supposedly depressed -- not sad.

What can I say about the movie? Well it wasn't exactly the don't-forget-me-to-the-highest-level type of movie, but for now, I won't remember anything else.

So the question is, "What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object"?

I'm certain as the mole in GMA's face that boxing, or any of its mutations, never occupied a spot in my heart. I also know that I must never voice this out lest I bleed to death from the dagger looks I'll surely receive from my fun-loving, manny pacquiao-obsessed countrymen. Everything it stands for runs contrary to my beliefs. I will not however, expound on this because I've recently developed this nasty dory habit that by the time I’m done with my "belief system", I would have totally forgotten what I initially wanted to write about.
Where was I?

Well, last Sunday, my slightly hung-over being found the opportunity to watch the Beautiful Boxer. I've been meaning to watch this movie but could never find the right time and mood. My bro told me it was a good one so armed with my HOD and a newly-opened nicotine supply, I hit the play button.

Two hours later, I was left with an amalgamation of emotions I was quite unsure if I should cry or window-gaze till kingdom come. I of course did both. Hey! I’m an NGO-worker, multi-tasking is what we specialized in. Oh okay, that was a little bit creepy.

I won’t say that the movie rocked my world or that it was the best one I’ve seen. I also won’t say it was boring or sketchy. I don’t even know how much of it was really based on the life of the hero/heroine, a thai kickboxer. That’s all I’m gonna say, coz like I said, Dory syndrome.

What I am certain of is that for the nth time in two years, I found myself seeing things more clearly through something I used to look unkindly on. Boxing. I’m not and will never be a kickboxer, but I realized that my life runs through a course similar to one. Perhaps the best way to describe this life I’m talking about is through the words of the hero herself. (If you’re wondering about my choice of pronoun, you definitely have not seen this movie, or have no idea what it is).

They don’t know that I don’t like hurting people… but when you’re in the ring you have no choice