On this first day of the Chinese New Year, I went to my doctor for a follow-up checkup and to have him change the dressing on my wound. Still an ordeal. Not as bad as Saturday's though, but painful just the same. I hope this thing heals soon enough. I still have another checkup on Thursday. Meanwhile, I still have some difficulty sleeping, cos I can't lie on my back, and I'm still subsisting on antiobiotics and painkillers. So I really am not up to any socializing this week yet. So forgive me if I'm still a bit sungit.
I know I shouldn't complain. There are other people more ill and in worse shape than me. I hope to be up and running when February begins. So much work to do. I want to reap the full benefits the Year of the Ox will bring.
(P.S. Thanks to the divine Ms. F for sending me some delicious roast turkey and a huge slice of her yummy carrot cake from her post-inaugural Obama party w/c I missed because I was ill, and to Tito Mon for bringing me the food. Love you guys! Seriously, I'd buy that carrot cake if it were sold in the bazaars!)
If you haven't seen Slumdog Millionaire yet, I suggest you start downloading the movie from your favorite torrent sources. Except for the Bollywood ending (choeographed group singing and dancing, what elz?!), it's Oscar-worthy. I hope it wins. Of course I haven't seen the other Oscar nominees for best film yet (got a broken torrent of Doubt, so I couldn't watch it, kainis!), but Slumdog is a definite strong contender.
But according to this piece, not all Indians are happy with the film. I understand their point. It's like everytime Manila gets mentioned in international news stories, there is the usual shot of Smoky Mountain. But this doesn't mean that the poverty, squalor, and corruption are not real. Amid that same setting in Slumdog, however, the character emerges a winner. I give it props for being the feel-good movie of the year,
