Gerry: "Kiss me arse!"

Holly: "Kiss mine! In English!"

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...Okay, not a very poetic opening quote.

But the one movie that can make me simultaneously cry, laugh, and run (on the treadmill) has GOT to be PS: I Love You.

I loved the book when I first read it (my mum cried all over the place), and I loved the movie, and I love both still.

It was a toss-up between My Fair Lady, De-Lovely, and PS I Love You at the videostore today; and in the end, I decided on the latter. I'm glad I did, too. I can remember everything that happens in the movie, but it never gets old.

Guy at the videostore: *scans in DVD* .... *gives me funny look* ...Uh...you do realize you've borrowed this three times before, right?

Cara: Right. :>

Guy: ...Uh. Okay then.

...And now I want to go to Ireland, after A Levels.

Which would be a nice form of motivation to keep in my pocket; because recently I haven't felt like Anything. Yeah, life's good, and yeah, I've been going out, and yeah, I've been having good talk, and yeah, yeah, yeah.

But it's all just been moving through the motions, because above all is the Dark Ominous THING that's hanging over my head and we're all just waiting for the guillotine to fall, really. It's my personal Shrouded Traveller, a la Kerouac. And it's not a nice feeling, and very often makes me want to close my eyes again as soon as I open them in the morning.

...Is it sad, that the sweeping five-second aerial view of Ireland; with its green fields and oceans upon oceans of wild lavender and heath and its lakes and its trees-- made me feel more properly alive than I have in a while?

Ireland, or Australia, or Phuket, or Greece?

...Oh, the curse of choice.

I got caught up in the Greek mythology fever again, and I wanted Greece. I topped up my tan, and I wanted Australia. I watched PS: I Love You, and I wanted Ireland. Maybe if I reread my SEA History notes, I'll want Phuket...

Today while watching the movie, I heard Galway Girl for the first time in a long time.

I haven't been able to listen to it in a while. But it's an amazing song ("the perfect Irish anthem for summer", says Brian O'Donovan on Celtic Sojourn.FM- which is the Boston based Irish radio station I tune into instead of 98.5 FM), and I've loved it since first I heard it.

So it's now the new blog song. Thank you, Steve Earle!

All right. Now I'm going to finish up this assignment on Soviet intervention, which hopefully doesn't make me want to change my post-A plans to visiting Russia; and then I'm going to finish watching PS: I Love You; and then get through this (test) week. The weekend will be good- dragonboating, party, and sleepover with Diana. The 'rents are leaving for Down Under, so here's where the fun starts.

PS: I think there is slightly more credibility in liking PS: I Love You over The Notebook, because at least the former has a truly wicked soundtrack. Also- Gerard Butler. And his Irish accent. I like people who write letters.

"Dear Holly,

I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you.

It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise.

So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends.

P.S. I will always love you."

....and credits roll.