I agree.
That is why despite him being caught with his pants down frolicling in paradise with a hooker named Destiny or something,
I still get all tingly when I see him in Notting Hill with Music and Lyrics and really, this is Love, Actually.
Hugh Grant.
I love british man and their very odd sense of wicked humour.
Hugh Grant is hot, on screens.
Other than that, i wake up from my dream and realise that
Hugh Grant has slept with a prost and is in Britain, smokes cocaine and what-not and he probably cant stand my neurotics.
Anyway~
The days went by in flash.
As usual.
Let the pictures do the talking.
I am constantly indulging myself in great food fare and hopeless ideas of great romance.
There isnt much hope really.
Hugh Grant the romantic actor doesnt exist in real life.
My Prince Charming might never sweep me off my feet with his stallion.
I might just be his little woman and withstand all the broken dreams with a dash of hope.
They don't call me an realistic idealist for no reason.
At the end of the day,
I am just a girl
Standing in front of a boy
Asking him to love her.
- Notting Hill -
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