The first movie to make me cry

I lie to people about the Lion King being the only movie to ever make me cry to have them believe I harbor empathy like any other Human being. My masquerade of normality has the traits that of a serial killer, desperate to be caught by someone of equal intellect. I give hints, but nobody ever picks up on it. Or maybe they do, and I'm just too stupid to realize. Unlikely.
I watched a movie today called Tsunami, it's a Korean natural disaster flick with it's typical romantic comedic input. I had high expectation for the film, and I was very happy that my expectation were met, everything from special effects to the acting. I did not expect that this film would become the first film to cause me to lose my composure, and weep tears of empathy. I watched numerous Korean films, and although many have had me stifling emotions forcing themselves to the surface, none of them succeeded in breaking my cold gaze. Tsunami left my head tilt sideways with my mouth hung ajar as the plot progressed. Never have so many feelings be conjured by a cinematic masterpiece, not even the Pianist. The movie made me laugh, teased my romance receptors, had me lusting over its sexy actresses, awed me with the cast's brilliant performances, a true experience watching it--even if it was just from my laptop. It kept hitting me with tragedies, but you can't weaken a Man by appealing to his inclination. So after successfully stifling the countless heartaches, I finally failed to do so during the final scene with the little girl and her father. It was momentary, but passionate tears. I don't know why that scene made me cry, and not the other ones which were more relevant to my case. I must admit, if the cast were ugly, I might have not given it the same reaction. The Koreans really know how to make people mourn for pretty faces.
I doubt I'd be so generous with my compassion to another movie for a very, very long time. This one was something special.

Also I finally got around to watching Mr. Brooks. Every fine slasher film would leave me lusting, wishing to be the antagonist, the last film to do this was American Psycho. That was ten years ago, and although this movie wasn't good enough to rival the cult classic, it certainly made me wish I possessed disorders Mr. Brooks suffered from. Not often do I get the satisfaction of enjoying watching people kill people in a artistic manner, this film satisfied.
Something about successful businessmen in clean suits butchering others with precision, and style.
...sexy.

At First Sight

When I see a grown man with a small dog, I think of two things.
1. How often is he getting laid because of his dog.
2. There is nothing he can have over me, his beloved bitch consequently make him one.
I'm a Bluenose Pitbull kind of guy, maybe a Doberman when I am somewhat more distinguished, or a Great Dane. A Greyhound at the very worst.
Shit is just sad.

I need to find a new living space, with thick curtains to create my artificial night during daytime. My urge for blood pushes my hunger from darkness to daylight. I almost couldn't control myself today at York. Some bikini party at Vanier College, I saw her--skin velvet like the finest silk, I could almost see my own reflection against her glowing complexion. She stood apart from the crowd, whoring her beauty whilst everyone admired her from the corner of their eyes. I stared at her hard, almost burning a hole in her. And while every Men fantasized about the sex she offers, I only saw myself digging my teeth into her flesh, while her warm, thick blood ran down into my mouth. For a moment she never felt so alive, and then slowly she loses that feeling to me. She was absolutely beautiful, and I wanted to kill her. I don't bare to see such magnificence age another day, for the days are not worthy of such paragon of perfection. Yes...I will have her, she dies tonight.

Sunday approaches, the harrowing disposition nears. I need to thin my face.