I was tired &, as I came home, I fell on the bed and started playing with the TV remote. Browsing through movie channels, I found myself watching #girlinterrupted from somewhere in middle and I thought, clearly I was hit my 90s nostalgia, how we don’t have such cult movies anymore. How every movie now is about a remake of a good book or a superhero series continuation or just something that we won’t remember after few weeks or months.
I started missing 90s, my life back then, the feeling of discovering romcoms and flicks staring Winona Ryder or Meg Ryan or Jodie Foster, the adventure of watching The Mask over and over again, sniffing when Richard Gere scales the ladder with a bouquet of flowers in his mouth for Julia Roberts.
Maybe, just maybe, it’s not the movies of then and movies of now but the lingering memories of a life that was when I was busy falling for the cinematic classics.
Excuse the nostalgia of a girl who wish she could go back and rediscover the joy of watching #youvegotmail for the very first time.
It’s been a rough few days and there is so much to say and yet no words. Often when I go down like an aircraft crash landing on heap of sand, I try to picture Meg Ryan’s character from courage under fire talking to me. Her words come loud and clear to me saying… No Surrender… So I don’t… I try to fight…
Here is to the girl inside me who is trying to be brave and stand tall, even when she know there is no effin Eject Button in her plane…
Some days the hate in the world becomes so unbearable that you have to have something beautiful to breathe again. I have decided to catch up with Audrey Hepburn movies.
World news has been bringing me down so I turned to Audrey Hepburn. I’ve read she never considered herself beautiful. Isn’t that strange to be so unaware of your own power? I know I’m too late to be joining her fan-wagon but boy she is such a charm.