for some reason, even when the plot is contrived and predictable, i seriously enjoyed and cried over moments of love. i loved its simplicity and the texture of the cinematography. kinda in-lovish. and so, i watched the movie by myself [i get a kick from watching movies on my own], cried, commented, laughed, booed, sighed [dang, i must be a schizo!] and felt that overly warm and fuzzy feeling, the kind you get from eating ice cream and fudge on a hot, summer day [like today]. fell in love with the movie, that's what i did.
i really think i was born in the wrong century. i concede to the idea that i won't find the "kabiyak ng aking kaluluwa" in this lifetime. [not that i believe in reincarnation or something] here's why i say that is:
:: i still buy chivalry despite the woman empowerment thing going on. and it's the ancient chivalry i've always imagined. as in horse back, ridiculous jackets on warm days, riding boots, bows and curtsies. opening doors, addressing ladies respectfully, offering a hand to whoever, that sorta thing.
:: i have an old soul. i like ancient things. as ancient as gaelic. i love the old days [or at least how they depict in movies and books].
:: and guys in this lifetime are probably taken or gay. or both. nuff said.
i do declare, i shall be forevermore alone but not lonely. forever wondering how the wind can blow me kisses of time past. hopelessly blowing kisses back. and thinking what the hell is wrong with this picture.
yep. i was born in the wrong century. and my moments of love exists [or existed] in the fifteenth century... europe. so there is no way, i'll be finding him now. darn.
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