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16 December 2005 Friday

Crash and general today

slated in moments, consumed at 07:05 PM

{ 6:26 PM } Having watched Crash: why do people have to be so self-oppressive, and then take out their problems on others, perpetuating the cycle? why are consequences based more on result, rather than intent? how come context is so secret and hidden and under-acknowledged? it’s everything. context is everything. people are not all created equal, they are not all raised and treated equally—and nor should they be. the only thing that should be remotely enforced to be equal, is decency; decency and compassion and respect/interest. butterfly effect. everything matters.

{ 6:46 PM } i stayed home sick today. started as a scratch in my throat a few days ago, and has gotten progressively worse. it’s more uncomfortable than anything else, with varying symptoms and varying intensities thorughout the day. particularly bad on the train rides home, where i guess the dry air closes my throat up and tickles it, inducing a feeling of constriction and necessary large coughing. last night was miserable, as was the waking up several times in the night, and being thoroughly clogged up in the morning. i was advised a cough drop called Cold-eeze, which I am assured will murder my cold in just 3-4 days. but to be safe, i’ve also added a pack of Luden’s assorted berry and a pack of Robitussin Honey/tea-flavored cough drops, and a pack of Day & Night Sinus Therapy from EckeRxd. And stayed in bed much and using many tissues and drinking much water. Drastic improvement from this morning: I can breathe out of both nostrils now.

Brother’s done with exams and classes for this term. Happy him.
Parents visited grandmother these past few days.
I want to eat ice cream, but dun think it’ll make my thorat happy.

Back to Crash: First of all, it was a good movie. Good actors, good segments, good weaving, very good. Second of all, I really shouldn’t watch movies like that by myself. I still want to know what the evolutionary/intelligent reason is for emotional crying. Just don’t make much sense to me. I need a fun, funny, upbeat, cool sci-fi/action/adventure/fantasy movie. Except that pretty much all good, remotely serious/realistic films draw upon humanity and human courage / spirit / cruelty / selfishness / strength / conviction / generosity / simplicity / greatness. I have yet to come up with even a basic explanation for what any of that has to do with tear ducts, but nonetheless..

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