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◀ Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Watched 500 Days of Summer today and I fucking loved it. Something just, struck me so hard. (Plus, the music rocked. The script, harder.) Deep down, I was really hoping that Tom & Summer would end up together. And it's not just because JGL & Zooey look so damn adorable together. They just, fit. And seemed so right for each other. But I KNOW, and I learnt, that no matter how much you love the other person and how certain you are that they're your soulmate, it never really is the case.

I think I was a Tom. He/I fell too fast and too hard and believed in all the cliches... before he/I got hurt. I think I'm a Summer now.

I wanted to cry at the end of the movie. I just sat down there while the credits rolled, thinking. About everything. About the movie. About love. Yes I'm going through a fucking emotional period.

I used to think how stupid people are to not want to commit to another relationship just because of a certain someone. How stupid they are to swear off love just because their hearts got broken. But (I think) I get it now. Unless you're asexual, everyone wants to love and be loved. I don't think any of them are swearing off relationships and love for good, because seriously now, at the end of the day, noone wants to be the old lady with cats. We're just waiting for that... Coincidence? And that feeling. That only those that felt it before will know. I haven't given up yet. And I'm still waiting. For both. Waiting. For the Sid to my Nancy. (I love the Sid & Nancy reference in the movie)

Summer: Springsteen, I named my cat after him.
Tom: What's your cat's name?
Summer: ...Bruce?

HAHAHAHA LOVELOVELOVE IT.