just becuase i rock doesn't mean i'm made of stone

i had the luxury to read nicholas sparks's a walk to remember this weekend. aahhh, the perks of being sick. i've read the book before but decided to read it again due to lack of new reading materials. besides i wanted to restart my reading habit with the light stuff first.

i know i'm gonna hate myself for confessing this: i'm a softie. this i realized while i was reading the novel. there were a couple of times that iwas almost moved to tears. almost. (especially that moment when jamie gave landon the gift.) as i was about to exercise my tear ducts involuntarily. this particular conversation with a girl i'm very much in like with brushed my mind.

[for purposes of convenience and anonimity let's name this girl, lindsay.]

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"hey, have you watched the movie," lindsay asked while pointing to the pocketbook in my hand.

"no. have you watched it," i asked in return.

"yeh," lindsay retorted. and probably noticing my unenthusiastic tone and wondering why such a funny expression streaked across my face, she prodded further. "why haven't you watched it? not your kind of movie?"

looking at her then at the book's cover that has a picture of the lead actors practising hhww, and i'd wager with matching pssp, inspired this reply,

"it's not that i'm not into that kind of movie. it's just that i'm not into that kind of actors."

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i think that little dialouge with lindsay saved me from doing a julie tear jerky. which is a good thing but not entirely.