Home and pain
It has been three weekends since I came home for the second time. Yesterday I got to see "The Grudge" with the usual gang - Judy, her brother, and her boyfriend. It was only alright 'cause it has the same exact concept as "The Ring" with the whole spiral and never ending cycle thing. Not that all movies are/have to be original but it probably made the general American audience think that the only Japanese horror there is out there is this one genre which is not true. If they only had a bigger variety of other types of Japanese horror or just Japanese films in between the two that came out in the US then it should be alright. What I really liked about the movie though is that they covered a many range of different scary scenes and situations as opposed to the ghosts staying in one area doing the same thing. And Bill Pullman was in it!!! Oh, and what really bothered me was this one Japanese woman being a subtle stalker. I felt a little twitch 'cause it reminded me of the unrealness and also realness of anime. Not that anime came first before Japanese culture/asian culture. And there was another reason... Other than that, I slammed the car door on my index finger by accident so now the blood is bleeding internally inside my nail. It hurts like hell. The door actually totally shut on it with a thud and I had to yank my finger out. My immediate reaction wasn't all like screaming and yelping, but my eyes just widened 'cause I was surprised at the excruciating pain. It was like that time when I went on the roller coasters for the very first time. I wasn't familiar with how to react. Today my dad rammed a shopping cart at me by accident so I sprained my ankle and crashed to the floor. I was more annoyed that not only did he not apologize to me but I was literally sprawled on the ground in front of him looking stupid. A man next to us laughed. Oh and we did go to Chinatown today in New York. When we were crossing from street to street we noticed this line of limosines one after another passing by and a personally hired orchestra chasing after them stopping once in a while to play some sad music. I glanced at the picture of the deceased man on one of the limos and looked through the other cars to see the passengers in them who in one way or another knew the man. I looked at the traditional solemn but composed expressions on the Chinese men's faces and couldn't help but have tears form in my eyes. It's so sad. My dad was commenting how funerals are much more of a bigger deal than weddings. 'cause you can have as many weddings as you want. But you can only have one funeral. That reminded me of that movie with Hugh Grant, "Four Weddings and a Funeral".