Monday, September 21, 2009

500 days of life.


It seems like the perfect love stories nowadays are the imperfect ones. I was sitting in the cinema thinking, if this were to be shown in the 80s, it'd flop. It'd flop so badly and audience will retaliate against the harshness of love, and life.
This movie is too close to my old relationship's territory and to say it had no affect on me is to say there're 4 moons surrounding earth.
Thankfully I'd came to similar conclusion myself hence the revelation towards the end didn't sting that much.
I was just thinking of the poor bastard who'd just broken up with his girlfriend last week weeping somewhere in his giant box of a combo popcorn.
Is it me, or even break ups are so cliched nowadays?