That is what I felt mid-way through a movie at the cinema.
This is how I felt watching 'United 93'.
I shamelessly walked out of the cinema 1 hour into the movie. Just when the terrorists were about to hijack the plane, United 93. I would have stayed on to watch, and probably save my 9 dollars worth, but I couldn't hang on anymore. My head was spinning, my insides were churning, it wasn't a pretty feeling. And what worse, I just had to give up right at the part where it got interesting, the hijack. Everybody was being sucked in by the atmosphere on the plane, while I had to take the walk of shame all the way from the back of the cinema, up till the side entrance where the big ole EXIT sign was.
Once free, I quickly dashed to the mens and quietly deposited whatever I had for lunch into the toilet. Am I that weak? I hadn't experienced motion sickness on a real plane before, let alone a boat out on water. But this??! I'm lost for words. If it was on a smaller screen then maybe I could have been able to stomach it. Just to let you know, the director took on a different approach in capturing the picture. Instead of the still and focused picture you normally get in the movies, this movie is shot as if taken by a person in the movie. Something like making your own home-made movie, with the shaky hands and all that. Not to mention the never-ending back and forth switching of scenes, plus shaky hands, a full proof recipe for causing nausea or motion-sickness. Well, in my opinion anyway. Or maybe I'm just being a wuss. You be the judge. Watch the movie, then let me know.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
I have Hobbits...
It is such a weird thing, to be living with Hobbits. They aren't exactly Hobbits, but they sure share a number of similarities. They're short, a bit 'plumpy' (alright I'm just being modest!) they look like bloated up midgets if you ask me, and can be found eating 5-6 times a day. Practically once every 1-2 hours. They have early breakfast, 11-ish breakfast, morning lunch, afternoon lunch, tea, dinner, and not to mention supper.
Gawd, I myself feel 'fat' just by looking at them eat. It is terrible and disgusting. And I have two of them. Great. Two Hobbits under the same roof. It wouldn't really bother me if they ate decent food, what I meant by that is healthy food. None of that oily, fried stuff. But who am I to complain? They are Indians. Their daily intake of food always consists of oily rice, oily potatoes, and oily veg. They practically drown all their food in oil.
Eu..!
It doesn't escape me because the smell is everywhere around the house. I practically need to leave the doors and windows opened everytime I go home, just to get rid of the awful smell.
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Okay enough whinging. I've used up my daily limit to rant and complain. Now on to more interesting news.
I now not only hear the moans of the female Hobbit/rabbit, but now the 'grunts' of the male Hobbit/rabbit is starting to get louder. Maybe he does that because he needs to catch his breath every few seconds. With his belly in the way, I guess the whole affair would seem like a total body workout. Hence the wheezing and heavy breathing.
Gawd, I myself feel 'fat' just by looking at them eat. It is terrible and disgusting. And I have two of them. Great. Two Hobbits under the same roof. It wouldn't really bother me if they ate decent food, what I meant by that is healthy food. None of that oily, fried stuff. But who am I to complain? They are Indians. Their daily intake of food always consists of oily rice, oily potatoes, and oily veg. They practically drown all their food in oil.
Eu..!
It doesn't escape me because the smell is everywhere around the house. I practically need to leave the doors and windows opened everytime I go home, just to get rid of the awful smell.
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Okay enough whinging. I've used up my daily limit to rant and complain. Now on to more interesting news.
I now not only hear the moans of the female Hobbit/rabbit, but now the 'grunts' of the male Hobbit/rabbit is starting to get louder. Maybe he does that because he needs to catch his breath every few seconds. With his belly in the way, I guess the whole affair would seem like a total body workout. Hence the wheezing and heavy breathing.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Anniversary
Today marks the 5th anniversary since Dad passed away. Has it been that long already? Time sure flies. I can only imagine how it would be like to still have Dad around. Would I be here in Australia? Would he have me study in the UK? I bet you Dad had a plan for me. A path planned for me to take. Probably make it much more easier for me than it is now. I had to plan my own path when he left us. It wasn't easy, being a 'spoilt' kid and always having to ask Dad for permission, things were pretty much made easy for me. I had no worries back then, the only worry I had at that time was study. Just study hard, and leave everything else to Dad. He knows best.
Dad was the gel which kept the family together. Since Dad left, the relatives started to drift, true colours were shown. Our family just got swept under the carpet. We had a big house, we were forced to move. We had a company, we were forced to sell. None of the relatives wanted to help. They were the ones who actually forced us into it. I still hate them for it.
Thank God Mum was strong. She took charge of the family. I respect her for that. Dad was always the breadwinner of the family. Mum just worked to supplement the family. Now Mum does her best. She started a new company from scratch. She is now venturing into another business. Good on her. Sister is doing well, she may be the youngest, but she is the one already earning the $$ now to help support herself. I'm proud of her too. My brother is in the UK. Finding his own way in life. I hope he succeeds. He tries his best. We have all evolved and progressed since Dad left. I am proud of my family.
Now I only dream of how things would be like if Dad was still around. We would probably still be in the same house at the corner of High Street (direct translation of Jalan Tinggi), or maybe the whole family would have migrated to the UK. Mum mentioned that Dad had planned for us to migrate there once my brother and I graduated from high school, which was only a few months away after he left. Dad had permanent residency in the UK. He had intended to apply for the family as well, it just came too late.
If Dad didn't leave us so early, Grandma probably wouldn't have left us the way she did. Losing both Granddad and Dad one after the other in such a short span of time was devastating. Granddad was inevitable, he fell down, had a stroke, and was bed-ridden. Dad had a heart attack 2 years after. It was a big blow for Grandma. Losing a husband, and her eldest child and son. Yes, I still believe things would be different if Dad was still here. We have grown stronger since then. We've moved on. I'm sure he is watching over us right now.
But we all sure miss Dad.
Happy anniversary.
Dad was the gel which kept the family together. Since Dad left, the relatives started to drift, true colours were shown. Our family just got swept under the carpet. We had a big house, we were forced to move. We had a company, we were forced to sell. None of the relatives wanted to help. They were the ones who actually forced us into it. I still hate them for it.
Thank God Mum was strong. She took charge of the family. I respect her for that. Dad was always the breadwinner of the family. Mum just worked to supplement the family. Now Mum does her best. She started a new company from scratch. She is now venturing into another business. Good on her. Sister is doing well, she may be the youngest, but she is the one already earning the $$ now to help support herself. I'm proud of her too. My brother is in the UK. Finding his own way in life. I hope he succeeds. He tries his best. We have all evolved and progressed since Dad left. I am proud of my family.
Now I only dream of how things would be like if Dad was still around. We would probably still be in the same house at the corner of High Street (direct translation of Jalan Tinggi), or maybe the whole family would have migrated to the UK. Mum mentioned that Dad had planned for us to migrate there once my brother and I graduated from high school, which was only a few months away after he left. Dad had permanent residency in the UK. He had intended to apply for the family as well, it just came too late.
If Dad didn't leave us so early, Grandma probably wouldn't have left us the way she did. Losing both Granddad and Dad one after the other in such a short span of time was devastating. Granddad was inevitable, he fell down, had a stroke, and was bed-ridden. Dad had a heart attack 2 years after. It was a big blow for Grandma. Losing a husband, and her eldest child and son. Yes, I still believe things would be different if Dad was still here. We have grown stronger since then. We've moved on. I'm sure he is watching over us right now.
But we all sure miss Dad.
Happy anniversary.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
FHorny h o u s e m a t e s
I only moved in not more than a month ago. The place is... how would you say, 'cozy'. The housemates are more or like the types where 'I mind my own business, you mind your own business'. Don't get me wrong, we do talk to one another, exchange pleasantries and all that sh*t, but that is the furthest we've gone in actually getting to know each other. I've got a girl from Hong Kong in the masterbedroom, a couple from India in one of the medium sized bedrooms upstairs, and the landlord's girlfriend lives in the other medium room upstairs. I live/sleep in the section behind the kitchen, or in other words in the living area situated at the back of the unit. Don't worry, the place ain't opened for all to see. Nobody gets to see me in all my glory, unless someone follows me home after a nights out at the bar, but that is something best kept to myself. I've got the section blocked off with curtains to maintain a little bit of privacy. Not like I need that much privacy anyway, I don't really give a rats arse if they do catch me doing 'anything'.
Back to the point..... I guessed you've already realised it huh? The fhorny ones are the indian couple. *shocked* They cuddle when they are preparing dinner, cuddle when they sit in front of the tube, cuddle while they eat (erm... sometimes, if they do it all the time I'd be exaggerating), but I'm guessing that they don't really cuddle all that much when they go to sleep. The two separate single beds says it all, no wonder I got a double bed in my room. *SCORE!* Anyway, fast-forward a little bit and after all that cuddling, kissing, AND foreplay, you'd be nuts if they didn't hit it on! And yes, they do hit in on at least.... three times a week. And THAT is the number of times I hear them at it, minus the times I wasn't at home, you do the math. I'm guessing they hit it on like a bunch of rabbits. Whenever they can and wherever they can. How would I know? It is because you can hear her all the way from the ground floor. A huh, eventhough I live on the ground floor, at the back, I can still hear her cries. I don't get 'excited' hearing her though. I actually get turned off by it. Imagine two wombats going at it. That's right, they aren't how would you say... Bollywood material. Eu!
Some might say I'm shallow, or some might say that I'm jealous that they are hitting it off and I ain't (well, I got to admit I do feel a little bit envious, I haven't had anything for a month now and it is driving me nuts BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT!), but .. but.... Ok I admit, I'm just rambling nonsense. My other brain took over, so do not mind this post. It is just venting it's frustration. Peace. And NO, none of the girls at my house are pretty, or even attractive. So let's not go there. I'm shallow, enough said.
Back to the point..... I guessed you've already realised it huh? The fhorny ones are the indian couple. *shocked* They cuddle when they are preparing dinner, cuddle when they sit in front of the tube, cuddle while they eat (erm... sometimes, if they do it all the time I'd be exaggerating), but I'm guessing that they don't really cuddle all that much when they go to sleep. The two separate single beds says it all, no wonder I got a double bed in my room. *SCORE!* Anyway, fast-forward a little bit and after all that cuddling, kissing, AND foreplay, you'd be nuts if they didn't hit it on! And yes, they do hit in on at least.... three times a week. And THAT is the number of times I hear them at it, minus the times I wasn't at home, you do the math. I'm guessing they hit it on like a bunch of rabbits. Whenever they can and wherever they can. How would I know? It is because you can hear her all the way from the ground floor. A huh, eventhough I live on the ground floor, at the back, I can still hear her cries. I don't get 'excited' hearing her though. I actually get turned off by it. Imagine two wombats going at it. That's right, they aren't how would you say... Bollywood material. Eu!
Some might say I'm shallow, or some might say that I'm jealous that they are hitting it off and I ain't (well, I got to admit I do feel a little bit envious, I haven't had anything for a month now and it is driving me nuts BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT!), but .. but.... Ok I admit, I'm just rambling nonsense. My other brain took over, so do not mind this post. It is just venting it's frustration. Peace. And NO, none of the girls at my house are pretty, or even attractive. So let's not go there. I'm shallow, enough said.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
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