Nothing much happened over the past couple of weeks.

I watched Return of the King with Derek and my ah beng (affectionate term for my younger bro) during the Saturday when the movie was first released. There weren’t any tickets left through Phone Booking so I had to go to the cinema in the morning to get the tixs for the 10pm show. Damn the queue was long but I managed to get them. Unfortunately it was the 2nd (or was it the 3rd) row seats.

That evening, Derek and I went for dinner at Country Manna first before meeting up with ah beng for the movie. The guys went into the theatre while I went to the ladies. When I went in, the first words I uttered was “shut up”. The seats were really near the damn screen! Stupid cinema. So what did my baby do? He just commented that at least we paid less then it costs to go to the iMax theatre. Hmpf! Sarcasm! But the 3 and half hour show was quite a torture being so near the screen. I was squirming and fidgeting throughout the movie and getting quite restless.

I’m sure many loved the movie. The effects were amazing. Legolas is droolsome. But frankly, I was disappointed. The freaking movie is nothing like the book! The ending ain’t right! The shire was ruin! All was not fine and dandy as the ending portrayed and Legolas shooting the huge elephant-like thingy scene is plain stupid. Liv Taylor is redundant. There are many gayish scenes and Frodo is useless!

I was so aghast at the movie I was whining my displeasure to Derek and my brother. Derek who has never seen the two previous movies couldn’t catch much head or tails about it so I ended up giving him a brief summary of the three books as we walked home. Both of us being readers of the “Dragon Lance” series agreed that it’s always better to read the books. Too often the movie adaptions are disappointing.

It has been raining incessantly the past couple of weekends and that night was no different. I spent much of the walk home avoiding puddles of water. When I stopped in the middle of my tracks to contemplate how to cross a huge puddle, my baby did the sweetest thing! He carried me! *swoons*

The next day, both of us accompanied my mum, aunt and uncle to Chinatown. I finally collected my five choices of a new name. Supposedly they have the same meaning which is better than my current. Let’s see, the choices are Yu Qin (same as my current but different characters), Ling Xi (ewww!), Xuan Ting (I like the sound of this one), Yu Qi and Yu Ling. Now which one will I choose? I have no idea… Maybe for convenient’s sake I shall stick to Yu Qin.

We went for Dim Sum that day and all of us ate like the gluttons that we are. When the rest had their fill, I managed to squeeze in two Char Siew paos. Dim Sums are never complete without them! Yum.

Poor baby fell sick that day though. I think he caught a chill somehow and I felt quite helpless. Sometimes I think I am too rusty with all the relationship bits. I don’t know how to respond! Sigh.

It seems everyone was in a holiday mood during the week of Christmas. I was busy clearing my sty of a cubicle at work and looking forward to a break. Christmas Eve was fun in a way; everyone in the office ate, laughed and was merry. Later that night I went out for supper with my baby. But nope, no church. As I loudly proclaimed to Nick, mass is a fucking waste of time. He suggested that we stone all the stupid Christians while they were at mass. Heh.

During my short break, I feel somewhat accomplished. There was the usual lazing, my new habit of sleeping at odd hours (which sucks when I have work the next day), completing a project for my dad and I managed to do clear parts of my room and the wardrobe! I also managed to transfer my stuff to the new computer. There was also the annoying competition for the use of cable that is currently shared by my dad, ah beng and myself.

Back to the wardrobe bit. I realized I have so many maximisers it is disgusting! My mum actually bought them for me to help me boost my (sorely lacking) assets. It is also disgusting to know that I’m so wasteful I hardly wear them. :P

Clearing my wardrobe is the single most annoying thing I ever do each year. I am thankful this time I manage to do the clearance without any hindering from the old farts. Imagine! A bunch of aunties in the room gossiping while watching your every move as you pick out something you intend to discard… They pick up the selected article and start giving their comments! The never-ending comments of how wasteful I am from those old farts makes me want to wring their necks. Grrr? *bares braces* Luckily they have all developed this habit of going out every weekend and even on weekdays! But they will still go through the pile of clothes at the end and make noise as usual.

Which reminds me, I have too many unused makeup and perfumes too… Bleh.