- Bayonetta (currently on a 2nd play-through)
- L4D2 (LAN gaming with friends is hilarious fun)
- Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge (JDrama, loving the adaptation so far)
- My Chinese New Year break.

I’m fond of historical drama, and I’ve been watching Yoshitsune, a 2005 Taiga drama by Japan’s NHK. It tells the story of famous Heian-era general, Minamoto no Yoshitsune.
I enjoyed the good scripting with its subtle nuances in storytelling and the cast’s performance. I must say I was surprised by Hideaki Takizawa’s acting. I’ve only watched a couple of his early dramas before and his acting was unremarkable, but in Yoshitsune he seems to have matured a lot as an actor, and held his own well next to the veteran actors.
The only flaw was the battle choreography. I was laughing at inappropriate times in the story because the battle sequences were so fake. I was stunned to see a war scene where extras just ran in front of the camera, waved their swords randomly, then fell to the ground without even being touched, supposedly “slashed” by an approaching samurai on a horse, who was clearly at least a metre away and similarly waving his sword randomly (except with more gravitas than the extras).
It made me appreciate the quality fight choreography of Hong Kong and China’s drama serials that I’ve been used to and taken granted for. Heck, I think I’ve seen better fight scenes even in old SBC dramas!
Bad fight scenes aside, it is a good drama. I just fast-forward through the unimportant battles.
I don’t know why, but when I was really young I used to think that the little boxy panel on the front of Darth Vader’s suit was a toaster. And he could drop a nice little square piece of sandwich bread down the front of his suit and enjoy crisp, piping hot toast, conveniently, at any time he liked.
Not surprisingly, I was super fond of buttered toast as a child and ate lots of it. The highlight of my childhood afternoons was being allowed to put a piece of bread into the toaster, and pushing the lever down (the ka-chunk of the toaster was most satisfying).
Of course, when I was a bit older, in primary school, I knew that the mysterious box couldn’t be a toaster; it must be his personal AM/FM radio.