On a very cold winter night, I walked out of the cinema after the screening of The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug with a cold. Exactly one week before Christmas! I was intending to feast, drink, and meet a childhood friend in Chi-town! Is this God's way of telling me to take better care of my health? But I take my pills regularly. I blame it on the bloody weather. Blocked nose and preposterous cough aside, I have been hibernating and watching, quote by the beau, "utterly boring movies". I brushed him off and muttered myself "what does he know eh?". After all both the The Queen and The King's Speech have Academy Award credentials.