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The horror. You get up on a Sunday morning. Go to the bathroom. Pick up an empty tube of toothpaste. You squeeze like hell, but nothing comes out. The smart guy that I am, I always have a spare in the kitchen drawer, so you head to the kitchen. Open the drawer. Don’t see it. Look for it harder. THEN, you start shoving things aside with force, and a few second later, you’re a complete madman. No toothpaste to be found !
Ah well, it’s a Sunday and I don’t go to church. As for tomorrow, I fished the empty tube back from the recycle-bin, and will surgically remove the few milligrams of toothpaste that’s left, as I probably wouldn’t have enough chewing gum to last a whole day. So, the essence of this story.. can you imagine the shock ?

Still authentically Quentin Tarantino, but somehow different than Volume 1. No more excessive bloodshedding in neatly choreagraphed fight spectacles. More back story. More intense drama. All that drenched with superweird humor. While still a simple story, it delivers quite a punch. Still right on the spot is the musical score, while sometimes overbearing, effectively heightens the bare emotions and transferring the drama with full force to the viewer.8.

Self-reflection is a bitch. Here I’m sitting, after a whole day of freedom (from work, mostly). Only now I realise I haven’t thought about her, she who I have this free day to thank for. In the morning hoping for a sunny warm day (which we got only half). In the afternoon, stumbling through all the mess downtown I wonder how much garbage this must be (somewhere close to a hundred ton, I think), and why people are actually spending money on it ! In the train I saw a headline flash by revealing what she was up to, otherwise I wouldn’t even know where she’d have been hanging out this day. And deep in the night, I was worried about the continuing thunder and rain. So, here’s the belated thanks to my dear Queen.