Alanz Eyes

‘Battlestar Galactica’ rocks!

3 comments September 28th, 2005

I've been a fan of science fiction movies, tv shows and stories for as long as I've been able to see things and to read. When I was in primary and high school, I used to come home with a different book every night, sometimes more than one. And I'd read them in a day or two, and go onto the next. By the time I was 12 I'd read classic authors like Isaac Asimov, Arthur C Clarke, E E 'Doc' Smith and Robert Heinlein. Smith wrote the classic Lensman and Foundation series, which I just couldn't get enough of. Science fiction movies weren't that good for me, as they never matched the depths of my imagination, while books allowed me to flesh out the details. Dr Who was an exception, as that was definitely quality sci-fi. And then there was Blakes 7, another British sci-fi show which was just fantastic. Around the same time was Battlestar Galactica, a show which even my parents loved to watch.

Lost In Translation

Add comment June 12th, 2004

I just watched a movie called Lost In Translation, starring Bill Murray. It made me sad. Do not continue reading if you haven't seen it and plan on seeing it, as I'm giong to be telling you all about it.

Bill played an actor getting old, not able to get work in America, so he's in Tokyo doing a whiskey commercial for 2 million dollars. However, he can't understand the language, and the people are strange. He's bored and alone, with his family back in America. We quickly learn that he forgets his kids' birthday and he can't be bothered giving his wife an answer about what colour the new carpet in his study should be.

My weekend

Add comment November 9th, 2003

I saw Matrix: Revolutions tonight - that's part 3 of the series to those who don't know.

I'm not going to give away any spoilers to it in here, I'll create a dedicated forum for it in another area.

However, let me just say that I thought it was awesome! OHMYGOD kind of awesome. Hehehe.

Where’s my damn camera!!!

Add comment June 25th, 2003

I was walking home tonight after after a couple of drinks with a friend, and I was walking about 10 yards behind this guy walking in front of me. Then he stopped and watched a guy walking past him, walking towards me, and then he followed a few steps before turning back around and continuing walking. I was thinking, 'hmm, that looks a bit dodgy', and then I glanced at the guy walking towards me and back at the other one - and then a hard glance again at the guy who was now walking past me - not 3 feet away was FRODO! Ummm… Elijah Woods.

19 May 2003

Add comment May 14th, 2003

Last night I had an awesome chat on the phone with Mel, my friend back in Canberra. We spoke about Matrix: Reloaded (more on that soon) and also my 'love life'. I discussed events concerning Wakana and her boyfriend, and how they've moved to Christchurch now, and how I've felt about her and the situation.

I realised that I'm still very much in love with her (which is probably obvious), but I also realised that I haven't been doing much to move beyond my feelings for her. I've been feeling sorry for myself, and missing her, and keeping myself in that state where I'm in still hanging on. I'm in limbo, and I realised it last night.

Some thoughts

Add comment November 25th, 2002

I went to the movies yesterday and saw Changing Lanes, which was really good. However, as I was driving up into the carpark beforehand, I felt really sad and missed Nic. Suddenly I thought that was unusual, because I realised that every time I've gone to the movies the past couple of months, I've missed her dreadfully as I'm going up into the carpark. So I had to think about that. I stayed in the car after I parked and explored my feelings about why I was sad, and I realised that the reason I was sad was because we never went to the movies together. It was one of the things that she really wanted to do with me, which we never had the chance to do. I was sad and missed her for that, and all those other things which we wanted to do but never did.

Of retribution

Add comment March 31st, 2002

I once had a friend who I related to really, really well. Then she tired of me and didn't want anything to do with me, but interestingly enough she still read my journal. I was angry for a while, but was pleased she was still interested in what was happening in my life. However, my last entry about blogs and bloggers seemed to strike some kind of nerve with her for some reason. She has her own journal, which I visit pretty much on a daily basis - probably for the same reason she visits mine.