thebeautifultruth
Sunday, August 31, 2008
9:32 PM
Just finished watching Princess Diaries for the gazillion time. And i must say, i never get bored of the show, like watching Pride and Prejudice.
I don't know why but every time when Pride and Prejudice (2005 version) ends, a sweet feeling feels my mind and i never wished it ended. Even Lene did, considering the fact she is the kind of modern-breed girls.
Quotes from the movie.
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you.
Mr. Darcy: You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well. Only, I wish you would not call me "my dear."
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father calls my mother whenever he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: Well, what endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well, let me think...”Lizzie" for everyday, "my pearl" for Sundays, and "Goddess Divine," but only on special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And what am I to call you when I'm cross? "Mrs. Darcy?"
Elizabeth Bennet: No, you may only call me "Mrs. Darcy" when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy?
[kisses her on the forehead]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her on the right cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her on the nose]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her on the left cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
[finally kisses her on the mouth]
Love the story. Although it's cliche blahblahblah, it's still nice. Love it. Yet to read the book(:
The other movie i can never get bored of must be Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. The day i went to watch it is deeply memorable. In a way. I've watched the movie more than 20 times i think. Wow. But to reflect on it, i don't seem to remember a lot of lines.
Holiday objective: To watch Pride and Prejudice again XD
And maybe Juno! Juno(: Like the ending. Especially the Moldy Peaches song, Anyone Else But You.
I wonder how life would be if I'm living in the UES. The glamour, the scandal, the rich hot shots.
*UES= Upper East Side, aka. Mahatthan, New York, New York.
Deciding which trip to go next year. Sigh. London for English? New York for Math and Science?
How would life be if I wake up being 10 years older, graduated, living in an apartment down the UES.
Imaginations after imaginations.
She woke up, under her lavender blue duvets, greeted with the ray of light shinning through the opened window and the sound of the alarm clock ringing.
Now i feel like writing something.
He sat on the green fields, in the darkness of the breezy cold night.
It had never came across his mind he would be in this moment, the overwhelming thought of confusion gripping him. The days of being her beau was embedded in his brain, remembering every moment and ever second of it, never a single bit left out. It was until now he realised he wanted to forget everything, but he could not. Her features, the way her hand felt in his, her lips pressed against his, her familiar sweet voice. How could he ever forget them, even if it was the very last day.
Like now.
His knuckles were white as he fastened his hand tightly around the ring. The only thing that was left by her. Tears at the brim, waiting to fall, his thoughts drifting off like a record tape, rewinding everything.
Slowly accepting the fact he had to face.
She could never be his.
Sigh. It's lame.
P.S. Sorry Jaryl): Have fun! 'There's booze!', as quoted.
I don't know why but every time when Pride and Prejudice (2005 version) ends, a sweet feeling feels my mind and i never wished it ended. Even Lene did, considering the fact she is the kind of modern-breed girls.
Quotes from the movie.
Mr. Darcy: Miss Elizabeth. I have struggled in vain and I can bear it no longer. These past months have been a torment. I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you... I had to see you. I have fought against my better judgment, my family's expectations, the inferiority of your birth by rank and circumstance. All these things I am willing to put aside and ask you to end my agony.
Elizabeth Bennet: I don't understand.
Mr. Darcy: I love you.
Mr. Darcy: You must know... surely, you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night, and it has taught me to hope as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.
Mr. Darcy: How are you this evening, my dear?
Elizabeth Bennet: Very well. Only, I wish you would not call me "my dear."
Mr. Darcy: Why?
Elizabeth Bennet: Because it's what my father calls my mother whenever he's cross about something.
Mr. Darcy: Well, what endearments am I allowed?
Elizabeth Bennet: Well, let me think...”Lizzie" for everyday, "my pearl" for Sundays, and "Goddess Divine," but only on special occasions.
Mr. Darcy: And what am I to call you when I'm cross? "Mrs. Darcy?"
Elizabeth Bennet: No, you may only call me "Mrs. Darcy" when you are completely, perfectly and incandescently happy.
Mr. Darcy: And how are you this evening... Mrs. Darcy?
[kisses her on the forehead]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her on the right cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her on the nose]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
[kisses her on the left cheek]
Mr. Darcy: Mrs. Darcy...
[finally kisses her on the mouth]
Love the story. Although it's cliche blahblahblah, it's still nice. Love it. Yet to read the book(:
The other movie i can never get bored of must be Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. The day i went to watch it is deeply memorable. In a way. I've watched the movie more than 20 times i think. Wow. But to reflect on it, i don't seem to remember a lot of lines.
Holiday objective: To watch Pride and Prejudice again XD
And maybe Juno! Juno(: Like the ending. Especially the Moldy Peaches song, Anyone Else But You.
I wonder how life would be if I'm living in the UES. The glamour, the scandal, the rich hot shots.
*UES= Upper East Side, aka. Mahatthan, New York, New York.
Deciding which trip to go next year. Sigh. London for English? New York for Math and Science?
How would life be if I wake up being 10 years older, graduated, living in an apartment down the UES.
Imaginations after imaginations.
She woke up, under her lavender blue duvets, greeted with the ray of light shinning through the opened window and the sound of the alarm clock ringing.
Now i feel like writing something.
He sat on the green fields, in the darkness of the breezy cold night.
It had never came across his mind he would be in this moment, the overwhelming thought of confusion gripping him. The days of being her beau was embedded in his brain, remembering every moment and ever second of it, never a single bit left out. It was until now he realised he wanted to forget everything, but he could not. Her features, the way her hand felt in his, her lips pressed against his, her familiar sweet voice. How could he ever forget them, even if it was the very last day.
Like now.
His knuckles were white as he fastened his hand tightly around the ring. The only thing that was left by her. Tears at the brim, waiting to fall, his thoughts drifting off like a record tape, rewinding everything.
Slowly accepting the fact he had to face.
She could never be his.
Sigh. It's lame.
P.S. Sorry Jaryl): Have fun! 'There's booze!', as quoted.
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