The Sun and the Smog.

The Sun and the Smog.

Since Tuesday, the Kuala Lumpur skyline has been alternately haze-skilled and azure; it doesn't seem to be letting up, and today's no exception. My principle is that Sundays are best spent doing nothing in particular, but it's just ruined when the sky's grey, and not from natural causes (though some people might state that the haze is more of the norm than exception these days). But aside from the sky being more scorched than ever, it's been a good week. Wednesday saw me turning 22, and to commemorate it, a cake was brought in during a very, very small BIZ Council meeting. And, on the bright side, no one got doused in the cake, and...uh...it was quite a happy (but quiet) affair.

Thursday was blissful. I went to the Planetarium and the National Museum for the first time. More than a decade in this country and I thought that I couldn't be more of a tourist than I already was. The Planetarium was cheap-o...it just reeked of the 80's. It probably could've captured the imagination of children, but...ugh...malfunctioning "Transporter Rooms" and shabby plastic (not to mention dodgy satellite replicas) were a bit of a turn-off. The Museum was better...mainly because it's a museum. Not what you'd call a true natural history museum, but it was more than amusing. (Schmaltz Warning!) The company was good, as well. (End schmaltz)

I caught that Romasanta werewolf movie yesterday. Don't watch it, under whatever circumstances. It's long, draggy at times, and...well, European. As in one of those secondary European movies (think of Highlander: Endgame). It's not exactly the Brotherhood of the Wolf (hoot!), so...yes.

Sundays at home, and suprisingly, I don't quite mind.