Sweet. Definitely with an authentic taste, of not vaguely so. It lacked a certain punch, though, like a half-thrown uppercut with little effort. And I daresay it had nothing to do with the packet of fried onion garnish I forgot sprinkle on it. But I have to applaud its effort. It was instant noodles after all. Prawn-noodles flavour. Over a horrendously tedious movie. One can only complain so much. If any more, the world will lack colour and dive into nonsensical pandemonium.

It was a quiet day. Peaceful. It feels like one of those perfect days to wake up and realising that you’re living on your work pension, and all you have to do is feed the birds and bask in some placid, comfortable rest at the armchair. Sip a glass of juice or two. Like I did. While stretching out on the sofa, having the fan billow genial winds down on my flabby back over the serene chirping of birds outside. I could’ve done with a little more sleep, but an entire morning alone at home, dad-free and everything alluring, how was I to resist the call of les Ps2 and a good movie?

I was supposed to go ching ming with mother today, but there we didn’t count in the possibilities of my fifth uncle going this year, so I stayed back to make room in the car. I spent a few moments wondering why I didn’t take up Mich’s offer to go on a movie spree, now that I had to stay home and do nothing anyway. When I volunteered to stay home a little walrus in me gave a histrionic “AAAAAAAArrrrggghhhh!!!!....” and spread itself under a spotlight. So much for going to the Nirvana cemetery every time I was capable to. I was home alone when I could’ve gone to The Reaping with Mich and Amanda. Jolly.

So I thought I’d redeem myself by watching some DVDs I haven’t had the time or mood to sit through. I started with Dreamgirls, which was pretty good, though I find it pretty weird when some of the characters began singing out of the blue. There’s no hint to a start of a song at all, and suddenly the character goes into a vocally charged fit, singing out loud as though people wouldn’t find it incredibly unnerving to have a woman falsetto-ing in the middle of nowhere. But then maybe I haven’t watched enough musicals to know how they work.

After that I sat down for After This, Our Exile (or Fu Zi); a Chinese movie starring Aaron Kwok. The movie was a big deal because it was shot in Malaysia (Ipoh) and Aaron Kwok won the Golden Horse award for his performance. Halfway through it managed to bore the crap out of me, and I couldn’t find a single explanation to those supposedly artistic shots (which adds to the aggravation). In the end it was a big deal of crap, but not entirely without its worth. So I shrug and go do my chores with a quiet tinge of regret knowing that The Reaping will – at any rate – definitely do better than this tedious movie.

And I still feel that now, despite whatever the reviews said about The Reaping (D+ rating on yahoo!movies). At least I’d have some visual effects of locusts devouring them puny humans...

Goodnite peops.