Well,

Here I am, reading a book by an author I hardly knew before I was assigned to read it, who apparently the 2013 Nobel winner Alice Munro, while I'm supposed to work a little progress on my bachelor's thesis. Instead of working on it, I spent the last five hours watching The Perks of a Wallflower (which I had decided to watch because of Emma Watson, but found myself charmed by Logan Lerman) and Scent of a Woman (in which Al Pacino won his Oscar; which of course I had expected to be full of masculine charisma The Godfather had emitted yet turned out to be a touching drama).

I just realized this term I have watched more movies than I had ever watched in each past term. Django Unchained, The Great Gatsby, Rectoverso, Old Boy, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Lone Ranger... and I rewatched The Sound of Music, The Man in the Iron Mask, Love and Other Drugs. That's nine movies. I leave out the five episodes I watched from Rooftop Prince, a Korean drama.

And I just figured out how I like to watch movies. How I enjoy them. And I get to know, to acknowledge, the greatness of actors like Leonardo DiCaprio (whose roles in the three movies were significantly distinguishable) and Al Pacino. These movies give me an insight to another world I had had accessed years ago. In my brain.