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breakfast at tiffany's (:


say im such an oldie but i caught one of those films that i'd always wanted to today. and it was awesome:)
well. im surprised at my own verdict of the show, because really, it's a pretty silly show on many counts. both leads' personalities were not fleshed out significantly through the show and some scenes were well, at best, unrealistic. take this conversation for example (sorry i just have to get this off my chest>.<)

Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it(the mean reds) the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there.

and in my heart, the first thing i thought of was a robbery. hah. okay, too much hk dramas.but you get my point.

despite this, i realised for all its blatant silliness, the show was really more than what it might have seemed at first glance. in a sense, it made me want to believe in love again. it showed, even without being realistic, (and perhaps even more clearly so in all its irrationality), what love can be (or should be) in reality.

because at the end of the day, it isnt about who you are, or how you feel about yourself. when all is said and done, love is no longer about the individual's life and instead seeks to see how this attractive force can bring two as one.

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