should I really lower my expectation of nowadays film

perhaps the book is fine, but without a certain subjective corrective perception no one would be much readily understanding the meanings behind these unpremeditated actings.

for as much as we may well know, few actors actually read the entire scripts of the films they are on set, or the entire story, and fewer actually read the book itself.

this may be one perfect example of some fellows having their chances getting names from something they don’t and don’t bother to understand.

imdb and rotten were generous, the first time I reckon.

 

this one sounds times better.

A paranormal romantic zombie comedy film

Love story in a world full of walking dead, have heard enough, but much unlike this one.
Never rated a comedy this good, probably the best zombie theme ever seen.
It gives me the space, the creativity or the originality that allows me to be bold to spaculate once again the ecstasy I have already lost.
That each of the two are trying hard to reach one another, their sworn enemy, like the story of Shakespeare.
The bond between the living and the dead, to exhume what is dead and to bring them back to life.

I guess I often felt for them, felt like I belong to them, disconnected, never felt easy in my own skin.
Felt like and accepted the rest of my day will pass like this.
Like how everyone around was doing the same.

And there she was, introducing that sling of spark to reactivate my unliving heart.

Began to pretend like never before, wished not to freak her out.
Why does a corpse mind about how one anther looks at his rotten face.

Perhaps just wanted to look better before her, not too dead.
Change for someone, probably the first time in my life, to be compatible for her.
To experience ecstasy collides with reality, be true with who she would be.
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No…not like this…..

At last..

“Eternal damnation, for one night with Casanova…”
“Seems fair.”

That would be authentic.

To uncover it once again, he who knows better than any man.

The first time seeing it
How this film lifts the bond of traditional 18th century solemn atmosphere
The one of very few to have me rofl
How very nice times


Just good films like this would be so often underrated
Had let me forget it once
And hopefully not twice

“No intercourse before wedding, I mean social intercourse of course!”
So behave yourself! Woman!

Bon monsieur

Until middle school, I truly realized how blessed was that to have someone care both to teach you and to raise you. Only I was scared by the way they “raise” people prior to my middle school.

When was that a good teacher that once brought me attention?

It must be too long ago, none should recall any memory from those dark ages.

And it’s dark for reason.

Might makes right. Has it been right since ancient time, that it makes things alright.

Was that? perhaps for them, but never for whom that takes things in silence. Subtle souls.

It doesn’t matter if it’s fair, since they are masters and are always right. Kids are ought to listen.

I asked if that has some alternative meanings, they said that’s for our own good.

Perhaps that really was, but those souls could never understand such manner, even years after.

The pang of fire brought descending from duo rulers tied together to the little palms of a child.

Should that really be out of kindness? More like an abuse or demonstration of power, or an expression of fury that they resorted to students, when one could see grudge and hate in their eye.

Overwhelmed, despite noble or hostile all those meanings were overwhelmed by the sting from their whip, the very way kids perceive, the impression of education. Even after all these years, all I remember was the hate in their eyes and the swing of rulers.

But am I to seek repentance from them even after all the years when they no longer carry on this, whereas nowadays kid are likely made of radioactive wastes?

I have no idea.

Kids are always subtle, but they know, and keep quiet. Only we wretched adults don’t.

There went my subtle soul.

Those could never find but encounter, and unlikely to keep. Should there be one or two masters like this in my life of schooling, and just like him, never stay long.

Recently, I stopped writting.

Gonna hate the redundancy of data in my head and it’s time to organize bit about it.

How did I use to deal with it? put it down a paper? Not efficient.

Leaving something not up to use but not to forget.

Been trying to adjust these promiscuous snaps in my head but just ended up in the argument of reason and logic with self.

However does it have to make sense at last? If its nature doesn’t attribute to that way, why compel what they call magic, miracle to produce sense?

For all this time had she just been in my mind? Everything about her mind and mine. something only I recognize, in the form of notion I created.

If it is the case should I as well be the creation of someone, someone’s rendition of me, someone’s character in a different script?

Have I been trying to leave her in the text but this one just turns up against me so badly.

Perhaps this one works better than keyboard and pens.

let’s have some vegetables next night instead…

“Couldn’t even get into trouble like a normal boy.”

Never really had that problem until now.

Remember once had petted a chicken before it got turned into my dinner by my mom.

Didn’t notice it was gone till it’s in my stomach.

Almost held a brawl match with her.

The days when I was still a stubborn kid.


Didn’t have a mom that teach me calm a cock.


Always thought a boy without troubles is kinda weird, found the others ordinary and tried to distinguish through numerous troubles.

we can’t live without pulse.

Perhaps I have failed to make me any cooler, the rationality we’ve learnt governed the sentiment we engage; let us build our own constraint.


Considered he was a compelling dad until heard what he said.


When walls are closing in and don’t know where to, let’s say what;

Go for it.