My life is a movie.

 Every occurrence is over fuelled by independent thought and subtle meanings. Even when I sit on the bus, I feel as if Mr. Braff is about to appear and deliver some speech about how we never really get the things we want in life but the only thing we can do is to try and change for it.

 How I love Mr. Braff. Note that I call him Mr. Braff and not by his first name. (Simply because I"m unsure as to whether it's a Zack or a Zach. Hang on... yep. It's an H. It's Zach.)