Perfect Few Hours

With the last few days of struggles with those heartless papers, I lost a good deal of sleep, I fought to stay away from my source of happiness - my books and movies and romantic times with dear...

Last night I finally had the chance to watch a fantastic movie Love, Rosie. I read the book more than ten years ago, and I loved it. The movie - oh my, it is just the perfect type of movie I love - something between reality and fantasy. The writer was only 23 when she wrote the story! I'm proud of her! Okay, she isn't my daughter, but I am still proud of her!  She's Irish - and of course we are not related. Except maybe through the first line - because we're all from prophet Adam. 

Back to the point - Cecelia Ahern rocks. So beautiful ; so serene-looking and definitely has the mind filled with such focused imagination.

 

When I read this book back in my younger days, I thought it was hilarious and magical. Now, 12 years later, I watch the movie and the magical feeling just resurfaces. I mean, I should have believed that true love is mere fantasy, should have known that there is only such thing as marriage and responsibility - now that I'm married, with responsibilities. OF course loveship and bestfriendship and soulmateship really happen in a marriage, but well, true love is more like - a fantasy. The love that I have now is more like love and care for family - not the butterfly in my stomach kind. (Additional Info : butterflies are probably intoxicated in my acidic stomach, and they probably drown in those saturated fat). My point is - FINE, I don't particularly have a great point here - I just want to say that I watched the movie happily last night, and went to sleep and had a great dream about me being back in hometown, with the usual routine of having afternoon tea with my grandma, and woke up happy, because I had sufficient sleep, with a bonus of a peaceful dream. And I woke up and made myself some breakfast, since my husband was still asleep, I watched another movie which I thought was only a chick flick, but made me cry like a suffocated elephant. It was a good movie, nevertheless. Name of movie : If I Stay. But yea, those were my perfect few hours. I can't wait for the whole examination to be over in order to feel fully liberated for a good 2 months or more. 

I love chick flicks. What's wrong with that...? 

I love The Walking Dead too, which is not a chick flick. It's a friggin zombie flick! 23rd October, peeps! (Just in case more than 1 person reads this blog..HAHAHA)

Good night, world! it's 1.21 A.M.