with a title like that, i sure as heck won't blame you if you've decided to hurl before reading on - or even if you're only going to get as far as this sentence before you decide that this isn't something worth reading.
it was hard to feel anything for p.s. i love you, firstly because i wasn't able to stop laughing everytime hilary swank and gerard butler started having one of their kissing scenes. there really was something incredibly fake about those, somehow. and of course i knew adele would scold me AND laugh at me for being emo if i did cry, so during the first part of the movie i suppose i was pretty annoying, leaning over every so often to laugh or make some comment to express how incredibly unbelievable i found parts of the dialogue, and bits of the letters gerard butler's character (gerry) was supposed to have written to hilary swank's (holly).
secondly, the movie just moved too slowly. it was so long.
but, yes, i did cry at certain points. very unfortunately, this whole exchange thing is bringing out the emo in me. to my credit, there were certain bits of dialogue that were meaningful and believable, lines that hit home. the best part of the entire movie was the scene where holly finally breaks down and runs to her mother and yells that she's angry that God took gerry away, and how she's kinda moving on with her life but it's not the same because he's not there and she feels so lonely. at that point, i was reminded of why hilary swank took home a best actress oscar.
the only other part of the movie i liked was when holly was reading gerry's final letter, and this line from it: everytime you feel uncertain of yourself, look at yourself through my eyes - err okay something like that lah, i can't quite remember.
***
and so, i spent the first few hours of my one year anniversary with jon with a tissue stuffed up my right nostril because my nose was leaking, trying desperately to fall asleep despite the great, hollow ache and the wetness agaisnt my cheek, caused by the tears on my pillow. one day i think i'll be able to look back and laugh at my emo-ness, or maybe not. some things are too painful to be laughed at, ever. you think?
but after all, it's not as if jon's dead and we're never going to see each other again. in fact, for people like andrea whose sense of time is measured in deadlines, as she says, july will come really quickly. and as adele and i frequently remind each other, one day we'll be wishing ian and jon, respectively, spent more time away from us...
(someone's at the door)
***
(two minutes later)
guess who sent me flowers?
and guess who wanted to start crying in front of the delivery man and has proceeded to take Too Many pictures of the same thing?
(no prizes will be awarded for correct answers)
i'm glad my room's decorated in green - everything so matchy matchy, hor.
it was hard to feel anything for p.s. i love you, firstly because i wasn't able to stop laughing everytime hilary swank and gerard butler started having one of their kissing scenes. there really was something incredibly fake about those, somehow. and of course i knew adele would scold me AND laugh at me for being emo if i did cry, so during the first part of the movie i suppose i was pretty annoying, leaning over every so often to laugh or make some comment to express how incredibly unbelievable i found parts of the dialogue, and bits of the letters gerard butler's character (gerry) was supposed to have written to hilary swank's (holly).
secondly, the movie just moved too slowly. it was so long.
but, yes, i did cry at certain points. very unfortunately, this whole exchange thing is bringing out the emo in me. to my credit, there were certain bits of dialogue that were meaningful and believable, lines that hit home. the best part of the entire movie was the scene where holly finally breaks down and runs to her mother and yells that she's angry that God took gerry away, and how she's kinda moving on with her life but it's not the same because he's not there and she feels so lonely. at that point, i was reminded of why hilary swank took home a best actress oscar.
the only other part of the movie i liked was when holly was reading gerry's final letter, and this line from it: everytime you feel uncertain of yourself, look at yourself through my eyes - err okay something like that lah, i can't quite remember.
***
and so, i spent the first few hours of my one year anniversary with jon with a tissue stuffed up my right nostril because my nose was leaking, trying desperately to fall asleep despite the great, hollow ache and the wetness agaisnt my cheek, caused by the tears on my pillow. one day i think i'll be able to look back and laugh at my emo-ness, or maybe not. some things are too painful to be laughed at, ever. you think?
but after all, it's not as if jon's dead and we're never going to see each other again. in fact, for people like andrea whose sense of time is measured in deadlines, as she says, july will come really quickly. and as adele and i frequently remind each other, one day we'll be wishing ian and jon, respectively, spent more time away from us...
(someone's at the door)
***
(two minutes later)
guess who sent me flowers?
and guess who wanted to start crying in front of the delivery man and has proceeded to take Too Many pictures of the same thing?
(no prizes will be awarded for correct answers)
i'm glad my room's decorated in green - everything so matchy matchy, hor.
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SO SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!!
Have a safe trip and stay.:)
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