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Wohhh!

Lookie people! What's this? How did that happen??

Found it accidentally. Comment qu'est-il arrivé ?

Je suis malaisienne pas plus ?? Soudain je suis française ?? Amuser!

OK back to earth.

Book Talk

I got myself a book yesterday. I went to Jusco to buy some baby stuff for Rose's newborn boy and book vouchers for Ammar. I couldn't help myself browsing through MPH and ended up buying a book. But peculiarly enough, it's a fiction. I don't usually read fictions. I was holding a biography that took me 1/2 hour to pick and this particular book just caught my eyes when I was walking to the counter. I turned it over to read the back cover and it appealed to me so much I put down the bio and took it instead. I didn't even flipped through the pages first.

Maybe it's the tearjerker factor that it has that drawn me to it. I've read first few chapters last night and I expect a lot of chuckles and tears coming my way. Oohh I've just realized maybe that is what my reading preference is, or movie preference for that matter. Tearjerkers. That explains a lot: why do I like movies like Cold Mountain or Moulin Rouge or Million Dollar Baby. Or why I read books like A Walk To Remember or Paradise. So that's why. It's my personality that I've known all along: I'm a very sentitive type of person - I can laugh and cry easily, I love little things that matter - I love to laugh and cry. I love anything that makes me to. It makes me feel human.

Wow. How did I miss this? Now the whole thing makes sense to me. I was wondering why, despite that I don't understand why people read fictions, while I love well written biographies, sometimes I read chicklits too. But I've always been picky.

Maybe things like this happen once in a while to make you realize of who you are. I was taken aback at my decision on the book but I didn't resent it. That made me think constantly about it. This is a life discovery! I'm glad that I found out while blogging. Certainly serves the purpose of writing on almost daily basis. OH IT FEELS GOOD TO KEEP A BLOG.

And I've just realized one more thing. I love chicklits!!! Not the boring fairy tale kinda story where the plotlines are predictable but those are witty (or has tearjerker fx in it...heh) or believable or tug at the heartstrings. OH IT FEELS GOOD TO KEEP A BLOG.

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Last Sunday I was at Ammar's school, attending some parents meeting on behalf of my mother. Typical malaysian parents who always assume all is well and they trust the school 101% on all their children's wellfare, only to come back later shouting and all dissappointed at the school's management affecting their precious precious shoulda-been-greater-if-you-had-done-this-and-that all-perfect little students.... when they themselves don't participate in crucial meetings, all organized by the school whole-heartedly to prevent that from happening in the first place. Out of 180 form 4 students, less than 20 had their parents there.

Good school doesn't guarantee any of your child academic success people! Shouldn't anything that involves your children come first? Oh well. Lantakler. I was there representing my mom. Anyway that's not what I want to talk about here.

It's about Ammar himself. I went for the meeting. And left him in his class alone. I thought he was going back to his room and take a nap or something. I came out over an hour later and found him still there waiting for me! He's grown to a very sweet young man. I felt so proud. And of course touched. Any man who does that to me will make me feel the same. I'm not saying my Muaz and Munzir have never done that. It's just happened I'm blogging about it today.

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Yesterday was Ammar's birthday. He's 16 but still my baby brother. What do you think is in the present??? Hmm.... thought of getting him the new Potter book but then he already got it at school. You give him any fantasy books he'd immediately bury himself under piles of them. And he reads fast too.

So what I'm gonna get for him?? More books I'm sure. Or plain book vouchers.

How many of men out there that really reads? Let's make the scope smaller shall we? How many malaysian men that actually into books? Not so many I take it. So that makes my brother one in a million. Oh so if you don't agree with me, take this

5 cent and go play. Buy some ice cream. Get over it. Teehe.