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A tale of two movies. After a fashion.

Muhib-movie session last night with the Ryzers, inc. Neeraj, Nisa, Marina, Alvin, Ellyne, Zima, Andre, BB and others. Eragon, he of the dragon-riding and the Jeremy Irons mentorship. (A mediocre film, actually a minor disappointment to most of us - why were we expecting more - though there was a fair bit of eye candy and Jeremy Irons’s soft hiss-booming voice made it endurable.) We were split up into different theatres as some had charity tickets. Still, it’s been awhile since I’ve caught up with a large group of people at once, and that felt real good.

Socialising is like the eternal having-learned-to-ride-a-bicycle metaphor; I am such different animal in public, especially with the chance to prance around new faces, to flirt and cajol, to play Puck and Harlequin. A couple of times that night Alvin and Neeraj each trying to play match-maker for me. Nisa quipped sardonically, “He only needs to get laid.”

Ah, that girl knows me well.

Still. There is only that much to go around.

Afterwards, everyone went their own ways. I accompanied a couple of the ladies - Zima and Nisa - to their cars, which were on two different levels, causing much confusion and consternation on their parts as I tried to play chaperone to both at the same time. (Or actually not; they just misunderstood, as many of my friends have a tendency to around me, surprisingly.)

They wanted to discuss Casino Royale desperately but since I haven’t gotten around watching it yet, that was difficult. It was suggested I just go catch the midnight show (almost two hours away then).

Which of course I said no to, only to turn around and go ahead with, which meant a late supper at the 24-hour McD nearby (horrors! me and fast food!), but since that meant me spending more time working on my story. (I say “story” but not a word has been written, though the emotion remains so clear in my head; that perfect scene.)

I’ll say this much for Daniel Craig: not much of a looker, but one hell of an action hero. I loved how violent and crass it all was. Oh, and when the bartender asked Bond how he liked his vodka - shaken or stirred? His response nearly killed me.

Here’s the thing though: I had a great time when I’m willing to just let go of myself and go with the flow. Why is it so difficult for me to do so? Just let go, let go. Let go.