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Midnight in Paris

Gil, who truly believes that he belongs to the 1920s instead of his present time, stumbled upon a Peugeot which brings him back in time. The 1920s, where he yearns to be, where he could meet inspiring people who inspire him to write and of course, where he could meet an alluring lady like Adriana. And all it takes was a midnight roam in Paris and voilĂ , a magical experience awaits. Well, just like Gale, I stumbled upon my own lala-land ever since the beginning of my December holiday and just like him, I never really wanted to leave. Can I not? I love the holidays and I really had a good time.

Woody Allen must be pleased with me for using his plot from Midnight In Paris to uh.. depict my sheer mental unreadiness for school tomorrow, my real world, and my reluctance to leave lala-land. I must say that I quite like the concept Allen used in the movie; the whole idea of how we continuously idealize the other world, but the present time we are in.

First 9 am seminar tomorrow.
Back to reality, pumpkin.

On a good note, Mademoiselle Ah Qi brought me to a lovely bookshop :)
I wish I really have all the time in the world to smell the best smell on earth, and that is the smell of books
(not academic readings).

Clearly, I need a serious optimism fix for my last semester. Ok go!

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