Slumdog Millionaire

Yesterday I went for a jog around the block again, seriously, going up that hill made me want to stop, but the rest of the way is almost all downhill and much easier.

I then washed my car in the backyard. Mmm...it is so relaxing washing my car. I take a lot of pride in keeping it clean and shiny. And it really gives me the shits when birds decide to poop on it.

I also rented Slumdog Millionaire to watch over some Thai takeaway last night. Man it was an awesome movie!! I can't believe I was deprived of watching that in the cinema just because Bobby doesn't like Indians. How cute was that little Jamal??!!? The movie had so many aspects to it, it had romance, cruelty, underworld figures, tragedy, all beautifully tied into one along the theme of Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Brilliant. Wonderful. I absolutely loved it. At times it made me want to cry, but just as it did, the pace and theme changed and directed my mind else where.

Watching Jamal continuously look for Latika made me think about NTM. It's so long ago now, and yet she still occasionally pops into my mind. She's probably married with children now. I just can't help but feel that what we went through in uni was something neither of us would ever go through again, that intensity, the tension, all without a single word being spoken. The movie made me think: should I have tried harder to look for her? Or is it just more Hollywood falsity that things like that should happen?

Today I had a late start to the day, but went out for a jog again, got some cleaning done, and then went to the cinemas nearby to watch Paranormal Activity. It was good, maybe a little too good. Maybe it was a bad idea, because now I'll be freaking out everytime there's a sound in the house.

I also rented Tyson and Fist of Legend, and will watch Tyson over lasagna dinner later!