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Sunday, March 29, 2009


days of searching for myself, days of asking who i am, days of pretending who i wasn't, days of passing...

i always believed that, no matter how insignificant, or how boring, or perhaps how cheezy a movie can be, there is bound to be some heart warming moments, a message, no matter how small or common, calling out to us.

each movie i plowed through, whether new or old, i find myself smiling with them, laughing with them, singing along with them, with the occasional heart wrenching moments of truth which i do not possess what i desired.

but everytime, i am reminded of who i was in the past, the one who made me who i was before i crumbled. i was reminded of all those moments that i hold so dear to my heart, that daring and adventurous side of me trying to break the restrains that were holding her back. even times when i felt as though i was one of them, because they share the same awful encounters as i did, how they were betrayed, how they were left alone, how darkness enclosed around them, how hope was lost. i remember those moments, and they linger even until today, until now.

i felt as though i was back, back to the days where i did not have much to worry about except to keep myself in check, and get my assignments done, with natural course to do well for unjustified exams and tests. i remember that feeling, that unexplainable feeling of release and freedom when i gazed upon the boundless landscapes of indescribable beauty though the small little screen, which happens to be my window to the outside world of my world.

i love the courage they displayed, i love the loyalty they hold dear, and what i love most was their strong belief of fellowship, friendship, and most importantly, love for one another, that made them willingly use themselves as shields for the others who are in need. the spontaneous and unquestioning return to calls of aid simply amazed me, like how i was amazed in the past.

and once again, i find myself in love, with lord of the rings, just as i did, many years ago.

.~*^Twilight Ring^*~.:





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