I haven’t watched it. It’s too late and I’m too beat. Frankly, I’m not sure if I have the heart to watch it. What if I saw my binnie miserable, tortured in some excruciating training?!??! I’ll be too worried. Plus I’m a wimpwuss.
All I know is he’s a little team leader….he made some booboos…and yes…he’s punished. *HUGGGGG BINNNNN*
And… since last week. I’ve rewatched Come Rain, Come Shine 3x. It really hit me in my gut, no somewhere deeper, my soul, provoking so much with such a minimalistic use of lines and histrionics. Nth much happened, really. Yet I’m glued to every flapping of their lashes, or just a slight deeper inhale. I’m sooo overwhelmed by all these thoughts on the movie (more so its extrapolation: love, man in love, woman in love, how we express our love, in ways identical, at times night and day, how we interpret others love towards us, the discrepancies; marriage, disintegration of marriage; dilution of passion, loneliness, the isolation in the comfortable, the compatible, the inevitable, the what ifs?!, the why and how and what to DO!! when facing sth as intangible to begin with…LOVE*in crisis* slipping away in front of you at arm’s reach; the hopelessness, the anguish, the frustration taking up the place of the sweetness, fondness, ‘love’ you both preciously had, yet the anguish and aggravation built up over time speaks of a closeness, an intimacy no one else can provoke in you…..special, unique and at the same time mundane with its repetition through the years ….). Yes, my brain has snapped and I’ve lost my miserly ability of coherent spazzing and I haven’t even started drawing parallels to my own, I’m blocking myself fr this habit of mine, it’s too scary a thought.
The point I wanna get across most, I love binnie more because his real stans r a bunch of eloquent, wise, bright bright ladies. There r soo many BRILLIANT reviews on Come Rain, Come Shine, every single one of them r unbelievably smashing, pulling words out of my head and constructing them into deep prose.
So yes, I spent the night, one hand on the phone comforting a friend on brink of a breakup. Mind wandering off to Come Rain, Come Shine, vivid scenes I missed dissecting emerging, ringing to gf’s unraveling romance. My eyes r now sore and bloody red reading every single word of the 20+ reviews in Binnie’s baidu bar. Oddly I feel I’ve purged the fog in my life, like I’ve done some spring cleaning of my being. I have a clearer vision of my priorities in my own life, and gone is the stress over nth much (parents visiting, their long transatlantic flight and everything that can go wrong, in my head).
Rejuvenated in mind and soul, least expectedly.