I am still a girl afterall. These past few years, I have ceased shedding tears especially to dramatic movies and television shows. I detained myself from showing weakness. From showing how tender and soft my heart is like any normal girl would have.
But today, I decided to watch Gravity, a multi-awarded movie, to sync myself with the Holy Week mood. Unexpectedly, my face ended up tear stained when at the start of the movie I was filled with disinterest. Don't get me wrong, I love astrophysics and rocket science but the introduction was not really that interesting. Well, not until that rabid satellite came crashing to the shuttle and my adrenals exploded with adrenaline giving my vitals to shoot up just like in a fight or flight situation. There and then I started to feel the movie. Feel as if I am Ryan Stone trapped in an antigravity environment. This is the absolute thriller.
I was left demoralized that I purposely watched another movie. This time, a chick flick entitled A Little Thing Called Love or First Love - a Thai movie starring Mario Maurer.
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I have watched this movie a lot since its release when I was in high school. I know the plot, I know the lines, I practically memorized the movie. Still, the movie always succeed in making me cry, actually bawl in front of my laptop.
At the end of my movie marathon, I realized one thing; I still am and will forever be a girl. At least, secretly as I watch these cheesy tearjerkers.
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