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The Outer

ONE

I can’t sleep. It’s cold. The fire has already gone out.

The wind is strong, almost trying to whip the tent away. I don’t know how many hours had gone away but I know a lot has happened from the place I ran from. I can’t get myself from saying the name of the city anymore, because there I am nothing. I was nothing. Now I am something else, someone else with a purpose. Probably someone with a high hunt price in my forehead.

Where should I go then? I don’t know any place I can go refuge by, or a place I can be safe for a week. Or even just three days. Because people like me aren’t safe from the eyes claiming the sky.

I’ve seen so much in the city that molded my mind in such a young age. They were the rules I couldn’t take to live with. Neighbors said I act like my father, but father was long gone. I couldn’t even remember his face. The only color there had been was red, the color of my father, and the color of insurgence.

Insurgence causes a city with limitless complications, and we suffered from the most of them. That’s why I ran. Thinking about it for over two days is making my head ache. Since I slipped away from the twenty feet tall wall in the eastern gate, I wasn’t been haunted. Normally, when someone tried to get out or even a person climbing out for just a mere curiosity the news spread in just half an hour, but now I am here in the middle of nowhere. And my half an hour has long expired. Had even made my fire, and slept inside my makeshift tent in a bare desert place. There was a big aluminum board standing from way back then, with bullet holes. It was read ZONA. I’m pretty sure it was a name of a city I’m sleeping in now before the outbreak happened twenty years ago.

I don’t want to think about what I did, but my eyes are alive than my body. It’s like they’re standing on guard. Yes, probably that’s it. The city guards are most likely scouting places for me. The question is: why would they do that? Dying here in the outside is an ease for them anyway. But as I’ve noticed, the guards are spending most of their troops locating that single person.

I check my watch. Deep inside me, no matter how much I tried to hide it, fear creeps like waves in an early morning seashore. The time tells me it’s just forty minutes since I settled. It felt longer than I thought.

Tomorrow, I have to be up before the sun races through my back. I don’t want to be preyed upon by the eyes of the heaven. I have to find a place, if not a refuge or a village �� places I do hope still exist, where I can hide from both sides. In this place, though already dangerous beyond man’s sanity, sky and land aren’t safe anymore. I need to sharpen my blades too before tracing routes tomorrow. I felt for my crossbow, and it’s securely protected in my side. I felt, just a little bit, safe.

The only question that strikes me more than just wondering about it is, why is the city’s chief so anxious about getting the Outers back inside. Now, it’s more than just my question. I have to find out why. More than I quit my life in there, I need to find that color. Red.

TWO

There’s a long narrow road in front of me, but it winded to the right where I can’t see it anymore. I start walking, feeling a heavy weight in my back. I follow the road, but every step I’m taking feels lumpy. I look down. The road has grills on them and long metal on both sides. I remember this, from the books; it is a trail for big metal snakes. Then from somewhere I hear it. A far away roar of the monster I see in the books, where its hatred is noticeable by the smoke coming from its snout. The ground begins to shake. I take a chance to look behind me, but it’s not yet here. So far I’m safe, or I’m hoping that I am. Above the crown of green tall trees a moving smoke is visible. It is near. I want to run, but as much as I want to I want to see the monster. The ground shakes. And I see it. It’s metal body grinding on the metal grills. It’s fast. Strong. Unstoppable. Then I feel something. Is it fear? Or panic? The thing is big, and it’s not slowing down to look at me. To study its prey. But it’s moving fast. I can’t move.

I jump away. But the only thing that I did is to wake up with panic in my eyes. The train. Of course, I just realize it. Train. Train tracks. Maybe I can follow the tracks somewhere, if there are still any.

I squint my eyes but it’s not yet sunrise. And I feel weird, though the dream is too helpful to be forgotten, the panic is still in my heart and my body seems to shiver at the thought. Monsters. Are there still out here? For years that I was protected inside the walled city, the topics about the Breakers are nothing but dying memory. An acceptance to the majority of the newer generation. I am part of the new generation, but few years from now the new ones will be obtuse enough to realize why they are born and still protected. History helps, but history becomes a shadow of the unwanted past. A myth. But now that I’m outside. An Outer. I know not to make myth a joke. I haven’t encountered one yet, but one of this time of the day I might.

And I’m not wrong, because farther away I can hear a thin wail of an Eagle-eye. They probably commenced on finding me out here in Zona. The place is deserted, there are houses, but all of them are burnt to the ground, almost certainly after the Outbreak. I do hope that my calculation is right, based on the way it wails, it should be behind the mountains across where I’m staying. I need to leave my makeshift. I don’t need to put so much weight in my back if I need to get away. I remember the dream again, where I had a full pack in my back.

I shake the thought off and pick my crossbow and some needful stashes and left the things that I don’t need that will surely make my escape slower. I don’t want to risk trails so I kick the makeshift with my foot until the shades cover the place where I slept. The wail in the sky is thin, if I’m a person staying in this place, I won’t be able to recognize the sound. It sounds like a bird, but the rhythm is mechanical. I don’t wait anymore; I sling my stash and run through the brown bushes in front of me. My aim is to find a safer haven for the night. If I can find one early today, I will take it as my place and won’t go out until I’m sure the sky is safe.

My stomach rumbles while running. There’s no time to eat anyway, and I’m relieved that my dream was able to wake me up. Yet it troubled me, it was as if I was there before. It’s like I was killed by a train before. I have to wander my thoughts off, I need to find a safer place until the Eagle-eye spots me and links me straight to the city’s base. I’m sure I can hide, but the eye will only follow me and won’t leave me. It knows how to follow than wine about its presence.

I feel the tightness in my wrist, where the electric bracers had once held me a prison in the city. Working at the car shop is supposed to be an amazing job, because job reservations is quite hard in the city and small numbers of proficient workers like me can fix and recreate destroyed cars. I hated it, because I can’t get anything from it except a ration of a day’s meal. I could still feel the electric current passing through the small needles when my requirement should be done in time. I wonder why some of my workmates preferred to stay working at the shop, probably because if they’ll leave reservations would keep in and they couldn’t go back. But when I quit, I didn’t hesitate. I was free, until I found the crossbow under the floor of my bed.

Well, because I got no rations left to eat. I decided to do some jobs like stealing food and other people’s rations. For over a week it all had been successful but someone told the authorities about what I did. I didn’t want to be put in shackles anymore, same shackles my father wore before. They kept on telling me I was the same with my father. I couldn’t see why.

I’m suddenly disturbed by a sudden burst of acrid smell. Like a rotten flesh cooked under the heat of the sun. My heart leaps in my throat. If it’s possible, this will be my first encounter of the Biters. The Eagle-eye, on the other hand, is close by now as it scans the crevices for my image. The scent becomes stronger, and I can’t hold my empty stomach anymore. But I need to find a shade, that way it will be easy for me to run away from the eyes looking for me in a limited time.

Last night, I tried to make the slice of mountain my goal, a place where there could be a sanctuary enough to be made a hideout for a night. I run for it, a hundred meters to go. I notice a slight movement somewhere in the brown bushes and tall desert grasses on my side, but I ignore it. I know I heard it, but I’m trying to think it’s just the early dusk’s cold wind. The slice of the mountain looks like a wood sliced with a big axe. Then I see it, a big slab of stone just under the mountain’s V. I need to get there before they eye sees me.

The movements on my right side become more numbered, and even though I tried to think it’s nothing but a wind’s whisper I know that they are Biters. How come they’d know I’m somewhere here? If it wasn’t about the train and the unmistakable wail of the Eagle-eye I’m surely be a meal to their feast by now. In front of me, tall dead plants are straddling against me and I have no other choice but to crouch just not to be but by their sharp feeble branches. Blood will surely make them frantic, I know that.

But before I can manage to successfully crawl through, my feet caught up to an empty space and the next thing I realize is that the world is spinning. I can feel the ground all over my body, and when I breathe I inhale sand. But it’s just quick before I realized I fell down a steep barren ground. I feel warmth all over my temple, and my left arm and right foot feels like lead. I’m bleeding. Above me a shadow is falling. A Biter. With a painful heave of a hand to the left away from the direction of the falling Biter, I painfully place the arrow on my crossbow. Thanks, I still got the strength to pull the trigger. Then there it was, broken, yet desperately trying to reach its mouth to my feet. My bow is shivering; my heart beat seems to leap away from my chest. I slide away, kicking the biter away. I’m sure that above me other biters are following. I’m seventeen, I know how to kill a dead the second time. I was raced without a parent, so I know how to survive. I know I can survive with this. Trembling, I pull the trigger. The arrow leaves a sharp sting on my cheek and in front of me the Biter falls silent.

I try to stand; I know that the Eagle-eye is getting closer. My foot is limping. I don’t know what to do, I can’t run faster anymore. The slab of stone is probably fifty meters away. The Eagle-eye will find me. Then above me, three other Biters sickly rolled down, body limply falling along the dry dunes. I limp backwards while putting another arrow. The Biters crawl in front of me. Even it’s too early not notice their faces; I know they decomposed months ago�� Months.

A knife slides in the air through my left, and it hit the Biter straight in the head. Surprised, I look back. A woman and a man are standing side by side. They look familiar. They don’t smile at me, but the woman walks by and I cringe away. But she doesn’t touch me, as I expect her to be. The man is still looking at me. His built is so familiar, his hair and there are three scratch marks on his right temple. I know him. I know I suppose to recognize them.

Then the woman stops beside me, I didn’t realize she killed the other two Biters. She then wipes the black blood on my shirt and smiles. Her face. I know both of them. It has been a year since.

“Don’t be shocked, boy. Welcome to the outside. You’re an Outer now.�� The woman taps me on my shoulder.

The man moves closer to me and studies my face, and he nods. The woman put the knife in her hip leash, and wipes the man on the arm. She is reassuring him not to punch me, maybe.

“Outer means danger, but we are free here. So know how to survive well. We have a sanctuary behind those mountains. The Eagle-eye? Oscar did his job to silent it. Welcome, rebel.�� He says, looking at the sky.

I notice that the sky becomes silent. Rebel. I don’t know why, but deep inside I know this is the reason why Eagle-eye keeps on tracking the empty hollows of the dead world. I am a rebel. Yes. And I smile at the man, and he nods again.

“Welcome to Arizona.��

You know, sometimes it’s hard to get along with some people. Sometimes it pulls your sanity off or pulling your levers down. What I feel about it? I feel like there’s a barrier in front of me that only wants some certain people to get into me. I feel like my self is one big tea-pot and my soul is inside waiting for hands to get my attention. Maybe a genie feels the same way. Or I am feeling them. Or it’s just me. I hope not.

Is it too late? I’m not sure.

It’s hard for some people who experienced introversion since they were young. Sexuality most of the times affects it. Secondary things like ideas affect that sanity too. I’m afraid that at some point I am locking myself away from good people and choosing some others that naughtily wipes my hard pot: aggressively.

I’m an introvert at some point that I don’t go out from my room, stay there listen to music and write and write and write�� It takes hold of my personality, making me imagine people by the characters I made. And what scares me? Is that I’ll find out someday that I’m just in a coma figuring out a way on how to escape my lethal dystopic world. And I need people to hold my hands away from that chasm.

My name is Reymart. I love Alexander as my second name. And I want to be called K-Mart. For all you know, I find it quite fascinating. I don’t have a “god�� blood in me that I can say that somehow I am a demi-god. Fiction is fiction, and I put fiction to life.

Don’t think, even once or twice or how many times you multiply it, that I am making a story out of these feelings. I am in the middle of my draft titled “The Clandestines��. It’s post apocalypse so maybe you won’t like my taste. So this article is not a book or a novel or something else. Maybe something else. Anyway, I’m here to express my bottled emotion. I have to do this. I have to survive. Somehow, I know there is hope.

There are young adults around like me. They are shy to interact well, though at some point they are trying their best to join’em. I’m afraid of comments, intimidation, and sarcastic physical contact. Whatever that latter means to you. I’m afraid of judgments. Even afraid of the Bible’s Judgment Day. Well, there is the key word “judgment��. Everyone in my case is always afraid of that word. You know why. I don’t want to forgo that word any further because it will take another wasted page for it.

Okay, judgment. It affects us impartially. For all you know, it affects us deeper than a stab of a murderer’s knife. I’m afraid of how people look at me, on how they want to exclude me from the picture of their sociable affiliates. It brings upon a strike of Zeus�� lightning bolt inside me, and Posiedon’s steadfast tsunami, and the worst of nightmares Hades�� can give to a mortal. I’m afraid that people choose standard based friendship, customary agenda in their peer. Sometimes I am afraid that I am not that fit in a status quo.

But, fortunately, I think a thousand times before grabbing a dramatic length of blade and slash movie-like lines on my wrist. But it won’t end there. I know better. There will come a time that you would. And as a crime/thriller/apocalypse genre enthusiast, it would be easy…when primal feelings replace sanity.

I was bullied when I was in grade school. Two years in a row with a guy still having his mark inside the wall of my skull. It had been bad for me, and I’m happy I overcame such lousy theatrical TV show of my life. When I reached High-School things became of sophisticated-ly chaotic. There were stuffs like men loving men, lusting over them like a nail to a wood. You know what I mean. And “gay�� topic spreads inside me like wildfire and it gets me confused like a hungry coyote in a Texan desert. I am gay, and I accepted it after two years that I was in high school. It was a fascinating transition for me, but I learned so much that I accepted myself as me. I started having crush with guys before, and one time and still fell in-love with a guy that looked like the younger Harry Potter. His name is Russell. He was my first love. Laughing out loud!

Gender affects this problem. And for an introvert like me, it kills. Okay, clarification. I am an introvert in a way that I know I’m still here. It’s just that, it builds barrier from people. I don’t know if it means protection, like condoms, or it just only builds up prison bars and all. If this world is infested with zombies (The Walking Dead), I could be hiding well. Haha.

Yes, it’s hard. College helps me gain friends, but not much, just a few of them. I feel like I need to go out more. I know that most of it is my fault for being so tolerable, but I don’t know. Shyness overwhelms me. Most likely, how people see me as me.

But, you know. I’m still here. I just want to express my gratitude to those people who really appreciate my company for anything with no such distinctive lines in having friendship. I won’t promise something, I just want to live a life with no such dystopic darkness. So far, I can’t say that my bottled emotion is breaking. But most of it I would thank my boyfriend for holding it still with both hands. I love you Connor Lenorman for being there. I love you.

And to my friends who really thinks I’m okay. I love you too.

Rick Riordan once again cloaked us with the magical mist of The Heroes of Olympus. The Mark of Athena, which was acclaimed in too many great ways of every demigods and mortals �� eherm, even gods for that matter �� had left its mark, mark of which Riordan created himself: seemingly heart pounding, mind crushing, hand shivering cliff-hanger of Riordan’s plain teasing prowess.

������������������������������ It wasn’t just a mere rumor of everyone having aching heart at the end of The Mark of Athena, but a huge deep hole as big as the hole to Tartarus. That could have been a lasting cliff-hanger in all of his books, with not enough closure to make us feel…well, secured. Our Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase falling into the pit of Tartarus…but that were only the beginning of a journey into great power and becoming great heroes.

Here we seemed content of the whole progress, unlike the last book, this book finished in a closure were we know that the end is just few steps ahead. We are contented about the ending, I tell you that. It seems to me that some of the demigods out there would drama all over it as the “…Argo II sailed through the…�� Just read the book, okay? They would always give a lot of reason to drama all over it. I’ve heard about some series where the fans even gritted their teeth for the series to just end and all, but I know for sure that when the last book comes out on the magical mortalized shelves of what the mortals might see as SHELVES the bookworms and the literal ones would root for it over and over again. The Percy Jackson and The Heroes of Olympus have been and always be a part of our life and every demigods won’t just give up on it. Rick Riordan, thank you so much for giving us a world so brilliantly weaved Athena would be proud of it, and Apollo of course and tragically written. A vigorous talent of a history teacher blessed to win a Pulitzer Award or something.

*full review coming out soon*

Indeed, they laughed at her. From the moment the film starts, I was sure that the adaption of the book to film won’t fail my expectations. It was an amazing adventure, an expected events in a deprived life of Carrie White. With all honesty, I’ve read Carrie a long time ago, maybe five years ago. And I need to read the book again. For what’s it worth, the new adaption was playful and with catharsis. I won’t say that I’m gonna hate the haters if they won’t like it, but all I can say is that the film is A+. I was, in my expectation of Steve’s book, very much satisfied.

I feel like spoiling right now especially to those who can’t watch right now, but I’ll give few tidbits about the acting and how the story will get its mark as a “hell of Stephen King’s goodness.�� The directing of the film had been the best there yet, and I hope and wish she would direct The Shining.

The Shining film wasn’t much of the book itself, it lacks the psychological moments of the father and even though The Shining had been the best but it wasn’t in any case the best there yet. Honestly, I love the book but not the film.

Okay, so we have Chloe as Carrie White and Julianne as Mrs. White. The first film was epic. I mean, in that decade it had been one of the best acclaimed films but for the new age I think, as a plain misfit, won’t grab any kind of young hearts to watch it. The 2013 adaption said it all.

I won’t be talking about the book and the film. Okay, okay. Maybe just a little bit. From the first casting announcement many of the fads who love Stephen King, which I am a part also, thought that Cloe as Carrie White won’t do any good. They thought that the original was the best, but hell yeah people. Cloe can act, in any genre of film she can, and I gave her a chance on this and tell you what she did me in this one. The instant the blood spilled down to her she became Carrie White in any aspect. That sudden power mixed with hatred and crazed fire in her eyes she became the epitome of a crazy girl. Crazy. Nuh, just how brutally I state the way she looked. Because she did, it was flawless. It was…strong and plain crazy. The first adaption, as you did see, limited her power. In this newly adapted version, her power was given justice. Of how menacing, how sinister, how catastrophic that power could be. The film brought out that scare, tentional ability of Carrie. This is the new direction of Stephen King’s books.

Mrs. White, the uber faithful woman of the powerful guy above, was sickly amazing. Julianne delivered everything about her. This one totally brought out Julianne’s ability to be a dazed believer of her too much affliction in faith. Carrie loved her, the whole picture of it was emotionally tense and heart breaking. Stuff about controlling your power to another direction. Mrs. White sang…okay. No spoilers now. *snicker

Along with the other characters, they did give justice to the point where you would hate them in person. I’ll be talking about the process and all and what’s good and what’s different next time. But overall, the film really sticks with the book till the end. There were several parts merged and divided to give emphasis to the best parts, and the satisfaction it brought to the eyes of the people in the theater. There were amazing parts in the first adaption that the Chloe version didn’t follow and instead copied neatly from the book.

That’s all I could say. Expect for a teary, heartwarming ending. And a hand gripping someone’s leg at the final 5 seconds of the film. Whoops. Did I just spoil the book ending or the film? I don’t know. Just watch it. I wish that the same director would direct other Steve’s books. I know, this lady director is a fan.

Check it out now and know why Carrie White should be loved.

Well, it’s no news that Britney Spears advanced the release of the audio before its official release in Itunes. The unauthorized song leaked without notice that the public began to talk about.

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Being a fan of Britney for a decade now is something you might call “gay�� �� because the main point is I’m a guy �� so there yer go. I was a small kid when I heard her songs so I can say that I was born under her generation �� which, in reality, I was.

I’ve been collecting �� no, it was my aunt who collected first and gave me those, then I followed. [lol] Anyway, that was the start. So yes, I’ve heard all kinds of genre Britney had gotten into lately, plus the sweet bubblegum tune she has back in the 90′s. Hearing her song��Work Bitch is kind of refreshing, though people began to doubt it. She had been in total work for the new album and she��did tell the public that she will be having a new genre this time. Talk about innovation.

People had been like so “tin�� minded for like I don’t know how long, but they had been judging artists since the 21th century. Britney is an icon, and I am proud to say that even though I am a guy who like going out, play out of my shirt and roll around. Like everyone then, she is��Madonna��to me.

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When the news came out that she will be having an 8th studio album I was one of those guys who *fangirled* with it. I hope she will be back this time, I won’t expect her to be like her 2003′s �� you guys are like expecting too much �� but just her. She realized she needed to go back to her slim dancing body and I am happy with that.

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Work Bitch is already available in Itunes and the Audio is already a click away on Vevo.��

“I’ll be waiting for her performance in GMA tomorrow. See you.��

Witchcraft has been the enemy of the ancient world, and considerably powerful. Right now we are being spoiled with too much gore and blood and some senseless ghost haunting for mere affection. So how about giving a life to a much more sinister influence? American Horror Story brought us something that we would consider hopping in a couch with a can of coke and a bowl of sourcream popcorn.

Coven is an all new experience we are able to watch on TV. We love The Walking Dead. The over steamed Tru Blood. And even the too most popular love triangle or mixed �� whatever �� The Vampire Diaries. And of course, the magical humane village of Story Brook (Once Upon A Time). Who else are tired about zombies?

And this October we will gonna see how our world will make another unexpected turn. We’ve seen a lot of promos that showcased its imagery and theme. And not later this week we are given the first pilot episode titled “Bitchcraft.�� Badass, right?

The new season even has a lot of new artists to make the show more than amazing �� since we all knew about it. So, what can you say about the new actors that would play in the third season? It would be nice if we talk about it. Since new seasons are going to showcase more loads of amazing-ness this year.

A young girl, Zoe, is shattered to discover she possesses a strange genetic affliction tracing back to the dark days of Salem. Zoe is whisked away to Miss Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, a mysterious school in New Orleans devoted to safeguarding the few remaining descendants who share this unique bloodline. Harboring a secret agenda, Fiona Goode, the most powerful witch of their generation, returns to town, reigniting old rivalries with the Coven’s deadly enemies, the Voodoo.

So, what can you say?

I have a great deal of seperate collections of movies. From Sci-Fi to Classic. And most of the time I am careless to even give reviews about the films that I’ve watched. So I decided, last night, while watching a classic film that I would write reviews and other stuffs about films as well. Well, not all of them are gonna be total reviews. So far, I feel happy about it.

Books are my specialty, most of the time I love talking about it on the spot. But you know let’s try something new. Like, if you haven’t seen the film yet you can always��check out��this blog for some guidance.

Not later this year I’m even planning on doing a real��watchamacalit kind of blog and not nesessarily all about reviews.

Let’s just enjoy life where we can talk like normal people. Not just by presenting, eh? But by showing what I’ve experienced with these films. Not now, not yet. This will be an amazing road to all these things.

See yer soon! And just follow. I just got started with the fun. And we will be very good friends. Just take my hand and come with me��

We know that since the book became hugely popular �� though a lot of people hated it because of its too inadequate��imagery, say ��how can we figurize v for something not so offensive?�� �� movie deals and dream casts flooded the internet like wildfire. It’s a question whether someone would believe in the story or might find something meaningful about the plot, or much more importantly its importance in both Literature and Film Industry. As I keep on saying, Hollywood is all about income.

Regardless with negative reviews and low ratings of it when it comes to narrative placement �� grammar, often than less redundancy and lack of intrapersonal connection �� still, many people are still voracious about the chapter after chapter of love making, maybe harsh or too sweet. Fifty shades of Grey, summed up in a total of 50/50 critical response, is all about harsh hard s*x known as BDSM.

As far as I read the books, the plot holds only between two people’s lust and sudden love �� yet I don’t know if I say it’s true love, but�� you see Anastasia changed Christian, right? First off, I hate comparing books, I just hate it a lot. Even this is a fan fiction but generally it is something that came up from the authors mind. As you keep on saying that the story is different but the names (on the original draft) remained. This, being a critic myself, won’t be a total critic at all if I’ll just compare and compare and comapre it to any books.

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Creepy, isn’t it?
Well, having read the two books, there is somewhat a lack of professionalism about Christain Grey. I don’t know about you, but at some point he is just using his power to seduce and make Ana want for more. He is, yeah right, a very expert��hot guy �� ever? �� Anyway, that was it.
I believe in the fact that this is based on the true nature of wild human beings and I can see it in the way the story built up. What I’m just quite irritated is the way the book has been cut into three��pieces. For someone, this book, when done completely, can just be a standalone. Talk about Stephen King’s books. You don’t have to break them into three to make it lovable or something, sometimes a standalone can stay forever. But since it has a movie deal already, we would want to. Somehow, it is a showing off of how human behaves. Whether if you’re the richest guy in the world, lust is something we can’t overcome that easily and Fifty Shades of Grey is a representation of that. A Weakness of a person, a temptation we can’t escape from, a love we need because we haven’t felt that ever since. Pain can trigger that, bad memories. We seek for one thing possible: Love. And Christian Grey is exactly like that.
BDSM is actively done. And being so stupid enough to love and trying to let go and loving back again is normal resoance of life. It’s offensive, yes, because the truth is we are just like Chris and Ana. Their world is our world and that is the thought why I don’t want to compare it to other books because it can be compared to a more useful topic. I’m right.
So when the main casts were pulbicized, some disappointments arise. One, the top lined actors were all dethrowed by these unexpected actors. A sexy actor, nevertheless. And a woman that has her body paged in a magazine. How’s that for something shocking. But hey, these are good actors. This time the one single truth of humanity: “Don’t judge the book by it’s cover.�� It’s okay that some of you who really wanted someone like Henry Cavill and Emilia Clark didn’t get the anticipated parts.
So we have to, like, meet the new guy? The Christian Grey�� *yay, awkward clap

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Why we should like him? I haven’t seen any movies where he’s in but I’m sure he’ll kick it. He even stated in an interview (I forgot where, I read it) that “Bed scenes? No problem.�� Nuff said. We’ll see.��
Then of course, the innocent yet, destroyed Anna��

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Oh, she will do nicely. We somehow might expect too much about her way of Anastasia but sure enough, why’d she take it if she doesn’t want to gag herself with some red ribbons right?
Well, hoping that you guys wouldn’t hate this datum about Fifty so well I would too. You know, there are things or situation sometimes that we really have to accept. This book made its mark, the series for that matter. 2014 isn’t far anymore, so all that’s left is our expectation.
Reading this book, honestly made some serious boning problem especially in the owl hours and the wee hours. Well, I’ll probably just wait how the Red Room would look like. This film should be rated enough not to touch the lower 18 yo bracket, or maybe they have had thoughts about making it balanced amply well let’s hope it’s a better adaptions.

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��Welcome to the City of Bones����

Many of the readers around has always mixed, or more deadly, reactions about books being adopted to films. For a lot of movie makers, somehow, it is a match they don’t need to win. It is more about pleasing the audience because the truth of it,��or us being just glamoured for the purpose of having their money back, the audience judge it by what they’ve seen and �� most crucial �� for what they paid to watch. Hollywood does the work when it comes to that.

Now, as we seen it,��or for those who haven’t��seen it��yet,��there is no doubt that there were some furious reactions about the TMI: City of Bones. It might have been about how the characters looked like and how the chemistry wasn’t a chemistry at all but a physics malfunction (let’s say the whole cast choices were unbalanced for the taste of everyone). It could be about the appearances they chose to decline and chose to add. Or maybe about the change of pace in the film. Well, it always about opinions…and opinions are somehow…irrational sometimes.

But for Shadowhunter fanatics, or whatever they call themselves, it might be an abomination.

Okay, let’s start off about the basic analogy of all…The Instruments.

Book One talks about the beginning of anomallies about the Mortal Instruments. It’s always a good start by not introducing what are the Mortal Instruments yet, but few early chapters of drama and about the two words colliding��

Can’t say that this is a summary of the book or introducing the Mortal Stuff, it’s about reminiscing the power of the books and what this series -��and still counting��- indorsed itself in the literary world, and even into the creavasses of paranormal.

The Mortal Cup is a powerful thing, this is something that we familiarized with the Deathly Hallows, but the use of this deadly stuffs are somewhat different. You could think that ‘s intention is to fan fictionize the universe, but as a Literature Apprentice knowing a lot of figuring stuff is…cool. Well, the thing about this one are these Instruments made for the sole purpose of creating a new race to divide (correct me) and balance the worlds. It is even exciting to think that they exist for that only purpose: to save mankind from the evil forces.

The Mortal Cup served as an alliance between the immortal and the mortal race, where the blood of the angel Raziel was poured by the use of the well known��Mortal Sword��that cut through his porcelaine skin for his chosen mortal men to drink with, thus the start of the��Nephilim Race.��I believe that Clare’s intention is to personify the impact of paranormal narratives where the rules of angels are not just by falling from the heavens, fall in love with a mortal, fight through with it, sacrifices and happy ever after. It’s more of creating a world where all imaginable yet speculative stories about paranormal horrors unite. We see downworlders being thrown into one dangerous platform, while the hollies or��the protectors��are hidden to save and balance the world. More importantly is the imagination of Clare through out the writing of the series. Politely speaking, it could be a mixture of all stories that we read, but she pulled herself up by just making her own narrative from all the stories that she read. It’s more like creating a more sincere yet familiar world, and that’s how it looked like. We can always trust what we are thinking, rather than becoming insecure because people think you’re trying to kid them with the familiarity of the characters and stuff�� Okay, back to the topic. Yes, the Cup. It formed an alliance between angels and mortals. But what is the third Instrument? For those who already read the entire �� yet 1 book left �� series, it’s okay, but for those who haven’t yet then read the book in your own peril.

As you’ve seen in the film,��the Mortal Cup was introduced in the film early on, although we expected it to be more likely unnoticeable and plain it took a little bit of “oooooohhhhhhh”��and��“a����������������� from the fanatics. Having critical eyes about it, it’s a good point of introducing it as early as it should because it is a film and the climax is where the film should focus on. The representation of the Mortal Cup is beyond expected, I know even if you say you don’t. Thoughts about it that it might look like a plain gold “church�� kind of cup, but a sophisticated representation on the screen it must look like appealing and somehow catchy. And it’s rule in the movie is big, being used by Valentine and to be saved from his hand by Clary and company.

Also, we’ve seen the early progress of the film. The meeting of Simon and Jace. It had been a little bad ass-ery in the books but it was sweet in the film, though it was a nice back up before going together to find Luke. In a fangirly way, Luke is this somebody we need our eyes on. Never expected that he would look better. At some point they forged the entire adaption but the vital thing to handle is how they would stick to the whole progression of the plot if they needed to make a sequel, and so it never failed the fans.

The progression, beginning in the middle part, seemed to be somehow amplified, rather than the book where there are few touches of emotion between the characters. What the film is trying to do �� as everyone guessed �� is that they needed to alter the whole process than wait for the sequel because it was not just for the audience’s pleasure but for the destributors feedbacks.

What I appreciate about the film is that, even though they made the book only 80 minutes (which is fair enough), they took some genuine dialogues from the first book. We notice that there was no elevator used in the Institute, we didn’t saw Church. The eligible snab cat, and Max. I know that it feels quite��wrong��[for a die hard fan] and did make few incomplete sequences. They also left out Raphael (god, he is very much useful in the sequels). But when you look it as a whole when put into , they didn’t took a great play to help. Basically, they concentrated on Clary’s rise to power.

Next Stop: The Characters. I’ll be brief on this.

In the book it all started like this�� Well.

Our Clary in the film is a good choice, we were just caught in that surprise that she did draw a rune in the palm of her hand, which she supposed to draw in the City of Angels. But that’s not a big deal, it showed an early birth of her will to create runes.

Our Simon is the sweetest thing to be…Simon. He actually is a picture of a Simon in the book. He ruled himself out and expectedly, he became what we think about as Simon. He is a bestfriend to Clary, but, erm. First books are tend to surprise us sometimes.

We also have the Lightwoods and Mr. Wayland himself. Many fans of the book got so angry, it became so booooring, because of how Jace looked like. Pretty much, they pictured him as a brute ignorant sexy type of guy. Jamie is a good actor, although he is quite a type of guy that is slim yet have muscles that it looked like he didn’t fit as Jace. He is versatile, very good, very humble. Nothing much to talk about since it’s already out and kicking on the cinemas.

Alec and Izzy. They looked stunning. A perfect duo of Lightwoods. They showed great skills in the film which brought tears in my eyes when they acted as they’re supposed to be. When that g*ddamned fight scene inside the creepy looking Hotel Dumort, the judgements about them became a harsh hush from the audience. They loved it, I did too.

It showed the world how they failed to judge these casts, and I’m happy that the City of Bones worked well. Nun-nuh. There are still some guys out there who hated both the books and the movie. Anyway, this image was seen when they visited Magnus Bane’s party. Amazing, wasn’t it? But sadly, we didn’t see the rat-simon in it. Look at those outfits.��Better in Black since 1234, eh?

Well, you know him. The ever popular great warlock of Brooklyn. Magnus Bane. Fans were crazy about his casting. He is perfect; however, at times that he needed to be as HAPPY��as the Chesire Cat, we didn’t saw that. But we saw his flirtatious epicness in all that fast scenes��

And of course, the main guys of the Circle. Valentines�� Circle. It’s amazing how Valentine looked so vicious, a force about to erupt into hundreds of greed and lust for power. Him as Valentine is one of a kind, even though he was in his battle gear, and not with his usual tux, he caught the tone and the character of Valentine. He is addictive to look at, such a great choice. We have here Jocelyn. Even in the books she looked innocently beautiful but keen and guarded as well. She is a nice Jocelyn but we will definitely see her in bed in the sequel. Next Luke, he is just how werewolf should look like. His eyes showed that deep sexiness inside him. He didn’t execute this over protective uncle in the film, but just few scenes where he tried to protect Clary. Though everything was pretty amazing.

I felt sad for Hudge, he became the benifactor of catharsis in the film, he became this someone who realized that he was wrong. An Oedipus kind of turn events.

And before it, the amazing tagline: ��Welcome to the City of Bones…��

The City of Bones under New york should be more like a city rather than a tomb. See the picture? The fact is, I imagined it like a Hades kind of domain where it is a place big enough to have a single village in it. Though the effect used to it as just simply as tomb for the dead shadowhunters was good enough. It was shown that the place is cylindrical and big from top to bottom. The silent brothers were terrifying, thank you. The City of Bones and the way Clary’s memory has been shown with the help of the Silent Brothers were amazing, it is definitely a good representation of the Bone City, though I felt a bit raw about it as being just plain grave for the Nephilim.

So…��“Welcome to the City of Bones…��

Now, for those who haven’t read the book yet, or getting there in the middle, just don’t expect that epic fight in the end, expect maybe the wolf pack fighting demons. Just not the stuff where Cassandra Clare helped to add in the film that she wasn’t able to add in the book. It’s an epic ride, I tell you (and for those who would hate for how I praised the book, hell, I know exactly what I am talking about here��). What’s fantastic about the film is that��when our Valentine constructed the hell-hole for demons. Well, let’s just hope it’s much more reviting in the sequel��City of Ashes.

See you in the second book!!!

Here are some touches for you��

City of Ashes��is the second installment in the��series, a young adult urban fantasy series set in New York written by Cassandra Clare.

C lary Fray just wishes that her life would go back to normal. But what’s normal when you’re a demon-slaying Shadowhunter, your mother is in a magically induced coma, and you can suddenly see Downworlders like werewolves, vampires, and faeries? If Clary left the world of the Shadowhunters behind, it would mean more time with her best friend, Simon, who’s becoming more than a friend. But the Shadowhunting world isn’t ready to let her go-especially her handsome, infuriating, newfound brother, Jace. And Clary’s only chance to help her mother is to track down rogue Shadowhunter Valentine, who is probably insane, certainly evil-and also her father.

Witches, witchcraft, spells, equinoxes��

I love stories that shows the dark fantasy of the somewhat evil world. I’m not a fan of these but I tell you, when I watched The Secret Circle I loved it the moment I saw the car running along the closing afternoon highway. I love the concept of the show being it so dark and really misty. I love the mystery the book L.J.Smith missed. The TV Show The Secret Circle was the big-shot full scale�� limitation of the book, cutting almost half and grabbing back a few characters from the book.

Okay, so you might as well say, oh��Reymart is so late to realize all these things, but no. Not really. Talk about a reader.

So, does anyone of you believe in witchcraft? Because I do. No matter how secret the world is, there is always hidden things happening. More likely different from the book itself.

I hate some of these Witchy books that exaggerate most of the scenes and what I love about L.J.’s creation was that, the story is now. Not just a past being brought back to a narrative and just be purely Victorian. No. She brought a mystery of what the past holds in the hands of the New Generation witches and I was so impressed with her style to make the whole thing TEEN and not just a MATURE flick of bugs flying out from your mouth.

I’m not bias people, but I love the series. My friends who followed the season with me were all loving the fact that somehow the TV Show is the wild side of what was in the books and I appreciate the effort of theCW to cut it without trying to put it on the mark for a second chance, instead put back The Vampire Diaries because many people LOOOOOOOOOVE��hot sexy mouthwatering egotisticaly few inches long bed wrecking immortals. WE ALREADY HAVE TRU BLOOD which also is a bed wrecking wh*re show for erotically bound human beings. And the subtle line of Witches is not even given a chance. I love The Vampire Diaries but where is the voice of the people?

Well, business is business here after all.

No hate people, I’m one of those guys who opens the doorway from another worlds. But have fun though, we all don’t like the whole thing of being so FAN-TA-SY. But, I love all what L.J.Smith did. And I thank all the people to love one of those artistic people who write books to shape the world.