I just finished watching "The Pursuit of Happyness", and here are two words that describe the movie in a whole - inspiring and heartwarming.

The concept is simple. If you want something, you go and get it. What really moves me here is that this movie was based on a true story. Chris Gardner, played by Will Smith, is a struggling salesman trying to support his family. In the face of his difficulties, he gets a desperate inspiration to try for a stockbroker internship, where only one of the twenty candidates get this chance. Together with his son, he lives through homelessness and jail time, while studying and working hard towards his dream to become a successful and respected stockbroker.

I won't spoil the end though, but I can tell you that the whole film is so very inspirational. It just proves that you can do anything you want, and nothing (oh, I do mean nothing) in this whole world can take that dream away from you.

I'd been thinking. I really want a guitar for my 18th Birthday. I really want an acoustic guitar, one that will last me forever, and one that won't tighten all the time making it difficult to play. I want a pretty one, with something other than the ordinary pearl dot inlays.


I spent part of my afternoon looking around at different guitars on the internet, and I found a few very nice acoustic guitars. The American Taylor has a great craftmanship, makes very very nice looking guitars with interesting choices of wood (Indian, Hawaiian); the Canadian Seagull has nice basic guitars, and I'd heard from someone at school (one of the IT guys xD) that it was a good maker (I really like their spruce tops!); and the Japanese Takamine, which also makes very good guitars. Unfortunately for me, "good acoustic guitars" cost thousands of dollars, and I don't think I deserve an expensive guitar, when I don't even play very well. Sighs, I'm all right with my Spanish classical guitar and Mexican made Fender Strat. :]

There was a bird sitting on a ledge of the 39th floor of our apartment during the afternoon. Mum thought it was an eagle. I really thought it was some sort of falcon. It appeared to be injured, as mum had spotted out (she's very fond of birds, as they used to be part of her very interesting hobbies when she was a teenager).


I sat on the balcony for over an hour, camera in hand (and mum's old Canon 70-210mm telephoto lens, which was a real bitch of weight to hold up) and eyes on the bird - hoping that it would take off and fly. It didn't. Not until I went out, came back home, sat down, got back up to get the guitar, and came back to the computer - then it had left. I hope it's all right anyway.

& turned on the lights; 22:08