National Treasure - Book of Secrets

When I am sad and really down, watching a movie helps. Last evening was no exception. I had to put up a smiling facade through the welcome dinner for the Immersion guys; hell! I had to, I lead the initiative. But then the false impression of happiness is no match for the real thing. I cant say I was happy by the end of the evening, but yes I can say I was ready to face things once again.

Dinner at "All Stir Fry" was good as usual and I went for my usual fare of Pepper Barbecue, followed by a Szechuan toss up with the conclusion being my favorite selection of squids tossed up with green chillies, coriander and oyster sauce. Sluuuurrp!

While National Treasure is one of those "Yeah, it'll all be ok, dont worry" movie with its own set of cheap thrills, I didnt mind too much cuz it was entertaining, funny in patches, had its share of picks from age old urban legends. The few laughs and the couple of thrilling sequences made me forget what my pre-movie state of mind was. I hate the experience of watching a movie alone. What I love is the fact that it helps me balance myself. Something's gotta give, I guess... Its just a matter of choosing what its gotta be.