Whenever news of comic books being adapted into movies come out, I almost always get excited. Never you mind if it's of some character I know little about. I look at it as an opportunity to get to know him/her better, sort of like an entry point for me to dig through comic books featuring him/her. This wasn't the case for Captain America, however. When news of a movie broke out, I took it with a bit of tepidity. I thought the initial photos were a little too boring, the costume a bit too lackluster.

That was until the first trailer hit the internet.

When I was a kid, I used to read a lot. Comics, books, magazines, and even newspapers. I'd spent countless hours just poring over something one after the other. Being a fast reader din't hurt, either. I used to be able to finish 2 short books on a good day. Sadly, the years have robbed me of that luxury. When I started working and earning money, I found a lot of other stuff to do besides reading. Time management issues, maybe? I really don't know. Anyway this year, I resolved to read more. More BOOKS, to be exact. God knows I need a little more culture and learning in my life. I picked up a few books here and there, but I wasn't able to finish most of them. None of them really captured my attention.

That was until I read Haruki Murakami's South of the Border, West of the Sun.

I'm really not familiar with Murakami's work, although I've been hearing some good things about his books from some of my friends so when I saw that Tin had a copy, I immediately borrowed it.

I loved it, although I have to admit I sometimes got thrown off by some parts. I found a few chapters where he seems so repetitive in his narrative, and in some parts he writes about something, then goes back to a certain point, like he forgot to mention some important things. Might be a lost in translation kind of problem, but yeah ( I wish I spoke the language so I could read it in the original Japanese lulz). Other than that, it is a beautiful book, full of masterfully-crafted words and prose. Why I can relate to the story of one man and his midlife crisis is beyond me though. I mean, I just turned 30 this year and I----- waittaminnit.

Highly recommended reading, this one.

For three seasons I have followed you, and I have seen all kinds of sick, depraved shit I have never seen in my entire life (okay granted, I will never see all the stuff I saw watching you because you know, vampires aren't REAL but yeah, whatever.) I've seen people drink vampire blood and get high off it, I've seen people actually milk the vampire for their blood, I've seen weird rituals, people in trances doing orgies, that sorta thing.  I told myself that after all that, you couldn't possibly surprise me anymore.

And then, I saw season 3, episode 3. (Warning, spoilers ahead)

I know I'm supposed to write something here, but I can't. I'm still picking up pieces of my mind from the floor because it was FUCKING BLOWN TO BITS BY THIS MOVIE'S AWESOMENESS.