Minh?

I got the feeling this would happen. But it was a nice try, anyway :)

The living dead.

I just spent my Christmas book voucher on the Essential Calvin and Hobbes anthology. Yeah, real highbrow. I think perhaps the giver of said voucher was hoping I would buy something more... literary? But I don't buy books as such, novels, and in my humble opinion there is not a cartoon more humourous, beautiful, crazy, and poignant than C&H. I'd like to meet Bill Watterson one day. I think we'd get along well.


I also saw Marie Antoinette today. Overall impression: pretty and boring. Well, I don't know much about the French revolution, but I imagine the politics and riots would make for an engaging film. Not this one. Maybe that wasn't Sofia Coppola's intent. Maybe she was more interested in portraying an extravagant, frivolous lifestyle in all its technicolor frills and thrills, but it wasn't so over the top as to be fascinating. It was just... empty.

Happy Feet: I really quite liked this film. I thought the plot was thin and not very well developed, but singing penguins don't need a plot. It was a big, vivacious film. Sometimes funny ("I heard an animal once do that and when they rolled him over he was dead"), corny, scary (I don't like water), and poignant (there goes that word again!). When the film was over I felt like a dumb foolish human.

Night at the Museum: This was my favourite of the three movies I saw this week. A guy gets a security job at the museum of natural history where the exhibitions come to life at night under the power of an ancient Egyptian tablet curse voodoo hoodoo thing. It was the characters that got me: you can imagine, a film with Theodore Roosevelt, Sakagawea, Attila the Hun, Jedidiah the cowboy pioneer, Octavius, cavemen, an Egyptian king, a talking Easter Island head, wild animals, and a dinosaur... what a line up. It was fun. It made me want to learn history. And it reminded me of the crazy imaginations children have, which we seem to lose along the way.

*Sighs* Thanks Amy

I've just viewed our blog! Amy's done such an awesome job! She knows me too well! Thanks again Amy!



I really don't know where to begin... I'm utterly disdained at the thought that we've actually put the idea of an online journal into productivity. We've been thinking about it for awhile but it twasn't until the motivational pull of New's Year's Resolutions and the epiphanic realisation that we haven't really got that much time (more strongly relevent for me than Amy due to a very deep conversation with one of my closest friend just before New Year's about the death of the love of her life and the regret he carried with him beyond the grave) that we spurred it into existance.



There's soooo much more to say, but t'will save it till tomorrow, for I'm in the middle of designing my wardrobe for 2007...goodnight.

Aloha!

Minh and I have been wanting to keep a combined diary for ages... well, there you go. That's one thing we have in common already: we're both good ol'fashioned pen-and-paper journal keepers. And why wouldn't you want to overanalyse your world in writing, huh?

So, a new year, and this thing finally looks like happening. The real impetus, I guess, came when we were talking about our New Year's Resolutions.

Amy: Yeah, I'm gonna shave my hair off in March (shave for a cure)
Minh: I'm going to learn French...
Amy: Aw, that's nice.
Minh: ...and I want to study at UWA, so I guess I'll do an arts degree as well as pharmacy, and I want to do interior design, that's only two hours a week at TAFE, and I'm going to get fit and healthy and do lots of walks in King's Park and take more emotional risks and spend more time with my family.
Amy: [silence]

I mean, sometimes I get excited that I have cognition. I am the original introvert. An introverted silkworm.

Minh's the one who organises rock climbing, ball room dancing, triple university degrees, and I wouldn't be surprised if one day she elopes to France with a hunky spanish-guitar playing doctor. To me, she is the extrovert. An extroverted butterfly.

In some ways, we are like *that*. And in many, many ways, we are so, so different. Diary of Opposites.