Monthly Archives: April 2017

Days in the sun

Beauty and the Beast

I could sing of the pain these dark days bring
The spell we’re under
Still it’s the wonder of us I sing of tonight

Days in the sun will return
We must believe, as lovers do
That days in the sun will come shining through

Like most people my age, I watched the live-action Beauty and the Beast during its opening weekend in my country. Even though it premiered here a good two weeks after the worldwide release, for reasons so insignificant you wouldn’t know it until they had passed, Eza and I caught it on the second day of screenings (mainly because I couldn’t make it on the first day).

Going by the assumption that most of my readers would either have seen it or not be interested in seeing it, I won’t attempt to review the film here (not that it needs it). Suffice to say, I’ve watched it twice in the theaters, many times online — because I’m Asian and I know that there is nothing that can’t be bootlegged these days — and listened to the (legally downloaded) soundtrack every single moment that I’ve been alone, and all in just the last 10 days.

Also like most people my age, I’ve watched the animated Beauty and the Beast more times than I can remember since its release back in 1991, and as recently as this February, after learning of the live-action remake’s release date. The animated film has always stuck with me because it came out when I was old enough to have read the original Villeneuve fairy tale, understand the story and appreciate the music. But watching the live-action film has struck a new chord in my being, and almost obliterated every feeling I’ve ever had for the 1991 cartoon.

I think what made this new version resonate in me is one of the new songs written for the film, Days In The Sun. Its lyrics on keeping the faith and staying hopeful amidst all the sadness and despair have stayed with me ever since I heard it the first time, and it is this song alone that epitomizes the spirit of the entire film. It also makes me think of the times we live in now, and how important, no matter how difficult, it is to remain hopeful that one day, we will find our way out of these dark times, and stand in the sun again.

Nine years later: Home stretch

Larnaca, Cyprus

Firstly, I would like to apologize for my absence on this website. To those of you who sent me messages, emails and even Tweets asking if something had happened to me, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your concern, especially since some of you told me you’ve been a reader for more than a decade. I’m aware that my responses were somewhat vague and perhaps a little generic, but I do assure you that I’m fine, health-wise.

What I did not mention in my responses is that for the last three months, I have been in a transient phase of sorts. Dani and I have been trying to figure out our next step in life, exploring any avenues we can that will allow us to tie up our existence in this country as neatly as possible, set it on fire, and rebuild our life in a different part of the world. To that end, my mind has been on anything but writing, and I probably would not be writing this today were it not a very important milestone.

For today marks the end of my ninth — NINTH — year back in this country, and the beginning of the end of my life here. When I left my lonely but independent life behind in New York, nine years ago, and came back to an even lonelier subsistence here, it was with a vow to myself that, within a decade, I would find my way out again. Not to New York, if I couldn’t make it that far, but to anywhere else where I could start a new life on my own, away from all the reasons that I left here in the first place.

This date still holds its importance for me, because it is a constant reminder to myself to never get too comfortable here, and to never back down from my goal to be out of here before my 10 years are up. And if the last three months are of any indication, it’s that I have definitely overstayed my welcome in this country, and the time has come for me to let go of all the things I once thought I needed to live a life that meant something, but now seem so insignificant.

So here we are in the home stretch of our tenure in this country. We came, we saw, and we did conquer it for a little while, but we’re ready to go back under our rock now.