Inspired by Carrie Bradshaw, I decided to write this entry in English.
It's 3 am in the morning and I seldom sleep this late. After watching the movie, different thoughts came into my mind.
Carrie, as one of the many women in the States, head to NYC to find the TWO Ls: Label and Love. It sounds like the kind of life that I would be longing for. Watching Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte wearing beautiful outfits and nice and extravagant shoes, walking along the 5th Ave, I started to wonder how it will be like if I become one of them, and, if I become one of them, who will I be? I'm looking for perfect love, perfect family like Charlotte, I wanna be an attorney like Miranda, I am losing myself like Samantha, and, I guess I'm more like Carrie, who is also looking for our Mr Big(s), who love to write, and, who love to shop and need a dozen of huge closets.
Lately, I've been very intimidated by the fact that I'm hitting 30. It seems that, after the past 7 years in my 20s, I still haven't accepted the fact that, I am not young anymore! I am actually very frustrated about this, especially when I am looking at my old photos, even though I know I'm no Michelle Reis. Besides several dozens pair of shoes, a dozen and bags and dresses, what else do I have? I actually thought I know exactly how Carrie feels when people told her "you can be stylish in your 40s but not in a wedding gown!" and I, felt like "the last single woman in NYC".
I can't remember since when did I start falling for SNTC. The four of them already feel like friends to me. Watching them argue, hang out, fight for each other, stand by each other whenever they are needed, I can't help wonder: where can this kind of friendship be found? How long does it take for the selfless love to established? I understand, the latter is a question that I have to ask myself first.
Even though I always watch movies by myself, I'm really glad that I have someone to go with tonight, or else, I'm abso-fXXking-lutely sure, it would be very gloomy...a bad way to end my crappy day.
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