So the Narnia thrill lives still in me. A particular song from the soundtrack loops annoyingly (and wrongly) in my mind, giving me goosebumps – and so I did what any sane person would – get the soundtrack through some other means lah.
Having run through the whole album now… well, it was not anything much, really.
Save for that one piece of music. I thought I was, like, indulging in a game of Neverwinter Nights or Icewind Dale all over again.
You know how rousing and idyllic those scores can be; they crescendo to great heights, make your heart leap, and lift your spirits. They serenade you with those charming little tunes, making you feel like you can do just about anything.
Either that, or it just tears you up, inside of you.
And the worst part to it all is that you cannot sing along, either.
I am also contemplating catching the great giant ape on IMAX (it is also a reason as good as any to pay my first visit to what has been touted as the biggest bookstore in Malaysia – despite its dubious location near a feng shui store no less!). But I doubt I will be able to handle the ending to the movie. Sniff.
Perhaps it is time for another social outing; it seems to me that there is plenty of catching up and gossiping to do. Now, to actually get around to arranging a favourable time and date that everyone in the list could turn up…
On air now: Evacuating London, Harry Gregson-Williams