Wednesday, December 27

I can't think of a decent title right now

I remember some time early this year, I said to myself... I'm gonna read 24 books or more this year. But alas, look at my sidebar, I only managed a mere 17, which is way way below 24, and even three books short of last year's record. Hmmm, how do I read 2 or more books per month? I just don't have the time.... Wish I could just stay at home, read books, watch tv and laze about and not go to work. Don't we all????

Well at least I managed to read some 'serious' books, i.e. prize winners and classics. Haha, looks like I'm going back to being a 'book snob'. But seriously, I should read more classics and award winning books. I mean, they have to be good right, considering the awards they've garnered?

On another note, I'll be finishing up with this book by Weisberger, and am looking forward to going to either Kino or Borders to pick up new stuff for the new year. Yippee!!!! By the way, I must add that I didn't find this book as entertaining as her first book (The Devil Wears Prada). Hmmm, guess it's tough when you've got a best seller on your hands and you're expected to come up with more good stuff which have to be lots better or at least at par with your previous works. Sort of setting a high benchmark for yourself and having to go over it higher and higher each time as you write more and more. Writers, authors, directors, producers, actors, I guess it's the same for all creative types. JK Rowling for example, do you think she'll ever come up with something better than her multimillion pound Harry Potter series? She might (never say never!) or then again, she might not.... It must be terribly difficult for her.... I must say I don't envy her one bit at this point. I guess that's why they're the ones writing books, and I'm still struggling with maintaining a blog!


Wednesday, December 13

King William and Queen Kate??

*Sigh*

I am so ulu and possibly the last to know anything. I just read that Prince William (swoon swoon) will possibly propose to his girlfriend this Christmas (that is, if he hasn’t already). Kate Middleton, you lucky girl you! The two have been dating for three years I think…

He’s so….. *sigh*…. handsome. And rugged. And that voice. And that accent….

How cute can they be?

William and Kate.

Has a nice ring to it.

William and Kate.

I like…..

William and Kate.

Wednesday, November 8

Britney's Happily-Ever-After?

Alas, it has happened. What many have speculated will happen one day has happened. How does this affect me? It doesn’t in any way. But it’s sad. For a woman to be divorced is really sad. My mum went through it, so I know. Being a kid who grew up without a father figure is tough, but hey, I managed and I turned out alright (even if I do say so myself).

But then again, it is now 2006. Being a divorced woman or a single parent is not such a big deal today as it was way back in the early 80s.

Besides, I don’t think K-Fed is such a great father figure….

So Brit, heads up and don’t shed a tear. You’re probably doing the right thing.

*sighs and goes back to humdrum of non-Hollywood life*

Wednesday, October 18

Crying over an ad

I just watched the Petronas ad for Hari Raya. I was in my office early this morning and got the ad sent through email from my brother. I watched it eagerly expecting Petronas to ‘do it again’ i.e. to tug at the heartstrings and to make us cry. Well I was not disappointed.

It was really emotionally charged. After watching it, I called my brother and told him off for making me cry at 8.15 in the morning. You have to watch it yourself and get involved and engulfed in all these emotions that just…. *sigh* words just fail me at this moment….

I just want to go home and hug my mother and tell her I’m sorry and tell her I love her and ask for her forgiveness….

*sniff sniff sniff…. *

p/s: watch it at
petronas hari raya ad

Tuesday, October 10

When mudslinger really is mudslinging....

“So how come you don’t read my blog?”
“Cause you talk about work, what you did, what you will do, what you did at work, what you will do at work, and what you did over the weekend…it’s just you and what you did,” she replied.

Gee, thanks a lot sis…. So that’s why you don’t come around no more. And of course, the fact that I have left my blog to the dogs. Rarely updating. Always too busy with… she’s right. I’m always too busy with what I did and what I will do.

Well, that’s my blog. I can’t write stuff like you, all the hopes and wishes and dreams and (sometimes unrealistic) portrayal of everyday situations. Well maybe that’s cause you see the special something in mundane stuff. I call ‘em as I see ‘em.

If I were to write half the things that I felt or saw or experienced this would turn into your weekly cerekarama. I mean, with all the problems that I go through with members of the family, heck, there’d be no end to my rants.

For the sake of my piece today, let’s take what happened this morning. I can easily write that I’m fed up with my family: disappointed with my mother, sad for my youngest sister and hope that the struggling business man of a stepfather would get rich already. Then they can all move out of this house that we’ve generously provided, and we can all get on with our lives. No more lying, badmouthing, regretting, pointing fingers and hysterical crying. But why would I want to do that?

For one, this is what the malays would call ‘meludah ke langit’ or ‘cubit paha kanan’ or something to that effect. You do something that will actually disgrace yourself. ‘Spit into the sky’ and the spit will fall back on your face. ‘Pinch your right thigh’, and the left one feels the pain as well.

For another, life is too short to dwell on all these horrid moments of my life. Sure these are my feelings, sure I feel hurt. But to write it down for the world to see means having to relive the pain and anger and disappointment and who needs that? The world is full of sadness and injustices as it is. Why add to that?

But sometimes I contradict myself. After all, I am human. Let me be the walking contradiction.

I am in no means perfect, so why should my life be?