Sixteen

That's the number of movies left to catch during the holidays.

Flightplan was absolutely terrible! Suspense attempts aside, the plot was unrealistic and unclear for most of the show. The build up was so sloth-like I almost fell asleep. And whatever happened to the Arab guy? Why was he mistaken if so?

I'm sorry, but you don't leave things hanging like this in a movie. I hate/detest/abhor/resent deus ex machina endings. Goodness, I don't pay $8 to see Portia find a flaw out of nowhere in the bond made between Shylock and Antonio. It's just stupid, really.

Kids came over today. I realise I have this...affinity with kids, as much as I wish to deny it. I somehow get along with them, understand them. And I realised deep down I care for them, though I mask it pretending to scrutinise and criticise their ways and actions. It's actually more of care and concern which I refuse to explicitly shower on them (or anyone for that matter). Some part of me is just so protective, refusing to let them make mistakes (like wasting $10 on neoprints), and I'm left wondering why.

Really. Why on earth do I have such maternal instincts, so to speak. Why do I care or even bother? I don't need to be affected and disappointed by more people, yet this seems inevitable.

A certain school's exams end tomorrow, supposedly. Certain people seem to be gloating over the fact that exams are soon to be over when really, the results - receiving them and dealing with the waves of trauma and shock that come crashing down upon bitter disappointment; one after another - are the larger obstacles to tackle. It's just so ironic that we often try to chuck away and hide in our memory what we strive so hard for. We live the moment of euphoria, elan, or for others, sadness and grief, before moving on, forgetting that feeling and the grade.