i have always been fascinated with disney animations. i didn't really grow up with it. i have to say that my childhood, when it comes to disney characters, that is, started when i was in first year high school. the time when we had a vhs player and a weekly tape rental from the one and only movie rental shop in our town.
the moment i sit in front of the telly, it was as if some magical dust was sprinkled on me, and i was carried away in a far far away fantasy land with all the beautiful princesses, spells, flying carpet and the magical transformation of one character into another. once is not enough. i actually had a habit of rewinding and rerewinding the tape until my need for highly fanciful stuff was fulfilled.
my classic favorite is beauty and the beast. for who could ever learn to love a beast except belle and me? this animation took me to the highest level of phantasm. i would love to be surrounded by talking candlesticks, closets, clock and i have the need for a bottomless tea from mrs. pots. my deepest love for this animation is still apparent up to now, for i can still memorize the lines and the lyrics of the songs. and i think belle's gown is the most wondrous of them all. and beast is the most gorgeous of all the princes.
so, on january 17, 2009, i will be seeing for real the characters of my childhood fantasies. i will be at the oslo spektrum and surrender to the magical spell of disney on ice.
= the condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or involved in something (thesaurus)
i know that for the past week i have been addicted to seeing all those good-looking doctors, scary operating rooms and procedures, funny george, insensitive cristina, papable preston and everything that involves scrub suits and anesthesia.
it happened so suddenly that i didn't even have the time to hold myself back...and i didn't have the strength to save myself from sored eyes and sleepless nights. i was like a robot programmed to sit in front of the computer at 1700 until 0100. for the first few nights, i didn't even dare move or go to the toilet. oh! i moved from time to time to click on the mouse. these past few nights, i can watch while knitting and munching on digestive crackers. and it doesn't really stop at 0100. because my dreams were all about joe's bar and derek's trailer truck. i am so enslaved.
but from the near-to-end scene of episode 4 of season 2, i totally surrendered. hands up. to the point that i would want to go back to the time when i fell off my bike and hurt myself...hoping to find myself in a hospital bed at SGH, surrounded by the fantastic medical team.
i am sick, you see?
kung i-a-add ko ang lahat ng oras na ginugol ko sa paglalakad sa 720 days na tumira ako sa højlundevej, siguro aabot ito ng 150 days, 10 hours and 7 minutes. (boba ako sa math kaya either sumobra o kumulang ang pag add ko)
hindi naman ako ang tipong mahilig maglakad noon. maglalakad ka pa ba nyan na paglabas mo ng bahay eh, anytime pwede ka lang magpapara ng jeep or tricycle. pero sa højlundevej, kinailangan ko talagang maglakad ng 1km and a half para makapunta sa kapitbahay o sa bus stop ko.
naalala ko bigla yung first walk ko sa højlundevej...magwa- 1 month na ako non. gusto ko lang i try non kung makakahanap ako ng store na pwedeng bilhan ng coke at chips. ayun! habang naglalakad ako, ang dami-dami kong naisip, naalala at lahat-lahat na. at bigla na lang akong napaiyak ng sobra. kasi sa one month ko na inilagi don, hindi man lang ako nag offer ng kahit a moment of silence para ma-homesick kumbaga. non lang, habang sinusuroy ko ang makitid na daan.
...at doon na nagsimula ang napakarami kong "walk-to-remember". mapa snow man, yellow field o mapa wheat field, sa ilalim ng mainit na araw, kabilugan ng buwan at pabugsu-bugsong ulan, tuloy-tuloy lang ang paglalakad ko. maliban sa nakakagaan ng isip, nakakausap ko talaga ng masinsinan ang sarili ko habang naglalakad ako don. mahirap kasi minsan tiempuhan ang sarili ko. kailangan talagang mapag-isa ako para naman ma-discuss ang mga bagay-bagay, may kabuluhan man o wala. tsaka, pag bumisita ang mga kaibigan ko sa bahay, lahat na ng pwedeng pag-usapan eh, mako-cover na namin habang naglalakad. so pagdating sa bahay, kanya-kanyang world na kami. naging kaibigan ko na rin ang nag-iisang kahoy in the middle of the field. si "pareng kahoy" ko. masaya ako pag natatanaw ko na sya kasi ibig sabihin non, malapit na ang bahay. konting lakad na lang. love ko talaga si pareng kahoy...at ang mga grass! sa farewell walk ko, hindi ko talaga nakalimutan na magpasalamat sa kanila. sa walang sawang pakikinig sa aking mga storya sa buhay, at pa sway-sway pa sila minsan na para bang naiintindihan talaga nila ako. haaayyyy, miss ko na ang mga damo.
kelan kaya ulit ako makakapaglakad don? di na ako makapaghintay sa come-back walk ko.
so, on january 17, 2009, i will be seeing for real the characters of my childhood fantasies. i will be at the oslo spektrum and surrender to the magical spell of disney on ice.
