Strangely enough, one of my photo sets is called angels and demons. They were photos of angel statues at a cemetery at the backyard of a small church in Cityhall – no demons.

The movie completely took me by surprise, just because I thought it was really really well done. I was drawn fully into the movie for the whole 2 hours and a bit, not gazing off bored like I usually get at some point in most movies. The plot was awesome, thanks to Dan Brown although I never read the book. I probably wouldn’t think the movie is as great as it is because no matter how well movies are done, I usually prefer the book. Perhaps because I think words by great storytellers have more power than movie makers. Words play with your own imagination and messes with your mind but for movies, it’s just there in your face with nothing more.

That said, Angels and Demons was an excellent movie. The scenes and editing were well planned, cut to the right moments without being too draggy and ‘loose’. It was a thrill-ride for 2 hours (perhaps because I scare easily) and I was curled up in my seat tensed. Poor Steph lost feeling in her fingers because I was grabbing them. Haha my left hand also lost feeling because of some awkward position I was in, trying to cover my ears. Oh stop laughing at me! If only you could see me in the cinema. Hahaha.

The last movie I gushed about like this was Batman’s The Dark Knight. Awesome stuff.

Ling bought Dawn, Steph and myself dinner at Manhattan Fish Market, and I am convinced I’ve gained 2KG + several clogged arteries. They ordered a side of garlic butter mussels, which they all enjoyed. I didn’t take the mussels cos I don’t like em, but the sauce…. oh, the sauce! It was used as a dip for everything else on the table, much to Ling’s horror.

Her healthy eating habits was in despair as Dawn and I drowned everything on the table in the garlic butter sauce. Her favourite phrase for the night was, “devoured the garlic butter sauce!” Hahaha.

Our dinner topic brought much laughter and hilarious expressions on Ling’s face, much to my delight. I love her insane expressions and her reactions to pretty much everything. Hehe.

I should really be asleep but I’m feeling a little off from the hugeass amount of food I had today. I’m also worried about dreaming up Angels and Demons scenes. Sigh, I hate dreams you know?

To you, they’re just dreams and it’s silly to get upset over them.. but you know what? I’m not you.
We all each have our own idiosyncrasies, and as much as I possibly can, I try to accept yours. Please please don’t judge my weaknesses based on your standards for the very simple reason – I’m not you. I never will be. This may seem silly to you, but as long as it doesn’t feel silly to me (bad dreams honestly feel anything but silly) and means something to me, I fail to comprehend the lack of support or comfort or love, whichever you’d want to call it, despite the lack of understanding. It feels just like taking a child’s irrational fear of something you yourself are not afraid of and mocking it.

Oh well.. Just rest well, get well and study well. I’m still here.
I just want you back here – just simply happy to be back, happy to be home, happy to be with me.
I love you.

Things will get better in my head (heart?).
Right?
I need some loving.

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