i'm "back to my hometown" with my parents, but to be honest it's actually just my parents' hometown. This shitty tiny town never felt like home to me for even a second in my life. I don't even speak their language when my aunts or uncles speak to me. I just pretend to be listening and fake a smile. Let's cut things straight, as far as i'm concerned, besides my parents i have no family. So why do i fucking have to spend the new year's with a bunch of strangers every year is just beyond me.

So during all the free time in this internetless crappy town, i get the chance to go through all the movies i didn't have time for. I especially loved the pig-faced girl story, in which i have come to known the importance of "loving me the way i am", and a total adorable hottie called James McAvoy! Brown hair and light green eyes! He is SO my type! Cute as a puppy, shaggy hair (feel wrong to admit that i have a thing for man bangs! :p OMG!), libertine-like free spirit, nice shirt covering a great-shaped man body, and of course, BRITISH!!! Oh geez, i think i'm in love, quote the Teenagers, LOL... Plus i must compliment the music director on the soundtrack choice of using Sigur Rós. Only god knows how many hours i have spent soaking myself into that Takk album.

Anyway, i have also finally taken the trouble of finishing 2 Days in Paris. I confess i have a secret crush on actor Daniel Brühl, the cutie who's in literally every German movie that i like, and he's the main reason i even wanted to watch this film. His character Lukas/fairy, on the other hand, was a rather hilarious addition of the madness about the city of Paris. (plus i had no idea he could speak English so well, without any hint of German accent! Bravo Brühl!) You see, the thing about Paris (and in this case, Julie Delpy's character, which i'm sure in some way is just like her. This is after all her production) is, she's a slut, but you gotta love her. Trust me, i've been there. Despite days full of dirty subway rides, trashy streets, constant worrying of safety, and over-priced perfume smell vanity, even i was in love and shed a small tear when i left Paris. It's this theory i have, that the air in Paris is full of love, and believing in Paris is believing in love. The heart of true romanticists only corresponds with the beat of Europe.

It reminded me again of how i went to Vienna only to look for the vibe of the film Before Sunrise..but actually unnecessary because it was everywhere, in Europe. All you have to do is to be free. I miss that feeling so much after i got back to China. i guess once in a while we all have to run away from everything, and travel alone to a place far far away, where time stops for you. That's where home is.