current music: George Winston's Pachelbel Canon in D Major (piano)

At last. Napanood ko na rin sa wakas ang "My Sassy Girl".

Now, I understand why you love this song. Now I understand why you love this film.

I freaking love the film. It's so darned sweet, and I think, it's the very, very first romantic comedy that's made me really start believing in the big stuff like love, fate, destiny and whatever else.

Or, that could just be me thinking that I'm believing because of the film, when I probably already did believe even before I watched "My Sassy Girl". Ah whatever. It's a really great movie. And like every nice DVD, the 'deleted scenes' also are a treat; I get to see stuff that would've impacted the story, but left out. And for good measure; the story really might have become confusing, but I understand what they were trying to emphasize: that Gyo-hun (tama ba?) and the girl really, really did seem to interact in each other's lives, in so many odd coincidences, until it lead to a final, sweeping moment that defined these coincidences into one, sure, real thing.

I want to believe my life is sort of like that too, that my relationships could be like that too, somehow. That there really, really is somebody who turns me inside out, who I'll never live up to, who I'll forever try to impress or do something nice for, but whom I never really get to 'relax' with, until the very end. And even then, I don't think those two ever did "relax" into each other after: there are still probably those days when she'd still kick his ass, or make him do all manner of shit.

Heck, I don't recall once they ever said "I love you" to each other. And that made the love story all the more poignant, in a way.

But I dunno. I'm struck by the film, how certain scenes hit very critical nerves in me, and my life right now. Seriously. It's a scary feeling. Because maybe, just maybe, my life really is like how it is in the films, just as Cerz predicted it may be one day.

And I don't know if it's because I'll give up control of my life, or that I'll steer it into a meaningfully good one. All I'm sure is that right now, I'm trying my best not to cry, or yell, or scream or whatever. Because in my head, there are scenes that I'm unable to shake: riding trains, going clubbing, writing letters, watching girls cry...

Why why why.

I never knew how oddly some things lead me back to you.

Just when I thought I'd give this up, because I felt I'm not what God wanted for you... there comes another weird coincidence that I'll probably over-think into something. But I can't help it; what am I if I can't do that?