I'm getting old, and I can tell because any fast, blurry scenes with lots of movement, or even slow scenes with a lot of movement make me feel horribly ill. I just saw King Kong, it had a lot of first-person type views and now I feel nauseous.
I've also realised I have a thing for continuity in the scenes of a movie or at least a satisfactory transition. If something's set on a densely forrested island with giant bugs and dinosaurs, it should stay on the island. Cutting to a snowy, glitzy New York just threw me off completely and has left me feeling incredibly disturbed for some obscure reason.
We actually wanted to watch Narnia, but there weren't anymore tickets. I'm incredibly disappointed because a) it's been out for like a month, I thought we were the only ones who haven't seen it, and b) the kids are technically back to school so seats should've freed up. But no. I might just have to go back to England and still be the only one who hasn't seen it.
My brother has time managment issues. It would be less stressful for everyone if he told us that he had tuition at 7pm before we decided to go for the movie rather than at 6.50pm after we'd finished watching it. Now my mum is upset for the second time today. The first was Cheryl's fault because she was still awake at 4am, causing my mum to storm into the room hot on her heels while they were having a bit of a shout. It made me wake up all confused and thinking it was time to get up. I should've known it was going to be one of those days.
But there was dimsum and now there's steamboat.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
i <3 Japanese Food
I managed to stamp out my craving for Japanese food quite thoroughly last night. We went to a Japanese buffet at Shogun, 1-Utama after I announced my craving and it being New Year's and all that, was virtually the only place we could get a table. As always, I have a lot to say about things so here are my thoughts on it.
The Good: Japanese food. Sashimi, sushi, teppanyaki, cawan mushi. Everything was excellent. There was plenty of variety - hot drinks, cold drinks, even Maggi instant mashed potato, and it was cheap.
The Bad: Pickled jelly fish and boiled snails.
The Ugly: There was this one little girl who walked around the desert table and found something she liked just as I was reaching for a piece. She promptly called for her maid, coughed all over my hand in a phlegmy spray, and then stuck her finger in the cream. There were other reports of a little boy licking the icecream scoop. These children need to be controlled better.
The Good: Japanese food. Sashimi, sushi, teppanyaki, cawan mushi. Everything was excellent. There was plenty of variety - hot drinks, cold drinks, even Maggi instant mashed potato, and it was cheap.
The Bad: Pickled jelly fish and boiled snails.
The Ugly: There was this one little girl who walked around the desert table and found something she liked just as I was reaching for a piece. She promptly called for her maid, coughed all over my hand in a phlegmy spray, and then stuck her finger in the cream. There were other reports of a little boy licking the icecream scoop. These children need to be controlled better.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
And a Happy New Year to you
Midnight slipped by with the monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall, quickly, quietly, and with a pang of disappointment. I didn't get to stand outside with everyone else. I didn't get to see the sky explode with fireworks. I didn't get to wish my most loved ones a Happy New Year the very second 2006 kicked in.
Instead I was huddled in a prayer circle listening. Listening to everyone else's problems, real life problems. They weren't even my problems and it made me miss the countdown and my new year, but in that self-centred moment of bitterness I formed my first resolution of 2006.
I could hold onto the disappointment with clenched fists, regretful that I missed one of my already limited New Years, or I could remember 2005-2006 as the year I sat and listened to someone else about something important to them, being there for someone other than myself.
When I look back on last night, I suppose the only things I really missed were the cans of coloured foam. I got my New Year greetings in, I even got a New Year's kiss, even if it was somewhat chaste, and I got to see a very distant and very late fireworks display.
2006 is a year for growing up, facing up to what adult-hood holds for me, and I think I've already started. So before the first day of the year runs out, I'd like to wish you a fruitful and blessed year filled with love and warm feelings and friends and family. Set out to do what you need to with a positive heart and don't lose sight of your dreams.
Instead I was huddled in a prayer circle listening. Listening to everyone else's problems, real life problems. They weren't even my problems and it made me miss the countdown and my new year, but in that self-centred moment of bitterness I formed my first resolution of 2006.
I could hold onto the disappointment with clenched fists, regretful that I missed one of my already limited New Years, or I could remember 2005-2006 as the year I sat and listened to someone else about something important to them, being there for someone other than myself.
When I look back on last night, I suppose the only things I really missed were the cans of coloured foam. I got my New Year greetings in, I even got a New Year's kiss, even if it was somewhat chaste, and I got to see a very distant and very late fireworks display.
2006 is a year for growing up, facing up to what adult-hood holds for me, and I think I've already started. So before the first day of the year runs out, I'd like to wish you a fruitful and blessed year filled with love and warm feelings and friends and family. Set out to do what you need to with a positive heart and don't lose sight of your dreams.
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