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Questions and bafflement

Thanks to Jannah for introducing me.. I just bought the book Stardust by Neil Gaiman from Kino. But unlike her.. I don't want to pay yet a lot for this author's work. So I bought a quite cheap paperback version. Seeing its cheap.. why not eh. Lemme see if I could get myself hook too. So more thoughts on the book later... after like I had read it. Haha.. Or seen the movie. Speaking of movie. I just got back from seeing the movie The Invisible . I seen the trailer. And I like the trailer. And.. I think I like just the trailer. That's all there is to it. What's more.. the trailer kinda spoil the movie. I can just comfortably tell you the whole story since everything happens, the surprises, the whole thing were compacted to the trailer.Dang trailer! Lulling us to believe that there is more to this story..a lots more to be told.. The movie is about this guy Nick who is a bit dark and like writing poem, wanting to become a writer (ain't we all..). He had a run in with

of Potteria and that tiny little blonde

Yawn. You know. I should count on how many posts I started with Yawn. A lot. Maybe I don't need to count. If anyone notice (which I think none), I usually blogged when I am bored, or sluggish or I felt obligated when seeing the dates on the latest entry did not change. The thing is ,sometimes when I'm walking, soaking in the surrounding environment or squashed in the LRT or driving and cursing the stupid drivers who is trying to ram you down since they don't use their obviously useless signal lights and sideview mirrors...and in my head, I then would have spew about 2 pages of blog posts all ready to be transformed to verbs, nouns, grammars and functional sentences. Then when I plopped myself in front of the computer, all I have the energy to do is click around unenergetically reading on the drama inducing lives which are Britney Spears and Lindsay Lohan. See my problem here? My muse is probably one lazy bugger. Okay muse, I am kicking your arse to give me something to ramb

I got the book

Yeay... I had bought the final installment of Harry Potter. It is now sitting beside me at my workstation gleaming, tantalizing... I can smell the papers from here. Oh... the ecstasy! MPH, Borders, Times and Popular ain't selling. I was going to buy it at MPH at first since it is on my way to work and I want to get the RM10 voucher (I didn't pre booked since I was flat broke for 2 months). But then, with the protest against Carrefour and Tesco for selling the book at a very, very, low price at RM69.90 had then forced me to buy at Carrefour. I meant of course I think its kinda not fair of em to sell at RM69.90, and if MPH chose to sell the books, I would had bought it from MPH, since I kinda weird like that. But the next nearest available point for me to buy is at Carrefour. And between the choice of no book and a book to read before everyone inundated me with spoilers, I bought the book at Carrefour. (And yes.. the miserly part of me, is kinda happy that I bought it at a very

A tale acoming to rest

Imagine. Bookshops everywhere around the world have hundreds or thousands of Harry Potter Deathly Hallows now ready stocked in their lil store rooms or warehouses. All shiny and glossy and smell of those crisp new paper-books. By midnight, these books would be carefully put for display and on the various shelves and tables lining up especially for them. Those who await, gleefully waiting in wanting to read and burrow themselves in this concluding chapter. Before this, I am not so mad nor half wild to get the book as soon as possible in my hand. But today, I can't wait for tomorrow.

Tok Mak

Tok Mak was what we called our only grandmother. Was is the word. She passed away last Saturday on the 14th of July 2007. Around subuh. I only got back from JB yesterday. It saddened me that we are not there to see her for the last time before she died. But I am glad anyway that I felt the urgency to go back to Johor Bahru last week and saw her for the last time. I knew she wanted to see the engagement pics so bad and I'm thankful that I came before it is too late. It surprised me to see her so frail and thin when I saw her last time and even more so during her death. But it's great to know that she still manage to grab a bite of her favorite food.. goreng pisang, before she became too ill to down any solids. What is to become of her old home I wonder? From what is being discussed by the elders, it is more sensible to sell it since the upkeep of an old house is getting too expensive. Sighing, the insensible part of me wishing it would not be let go, but it would be too depressi

Brief Stopover of Saigon

So I went back to Vietnam. Strictly shopping only. And languishing away. Actually its more of a shopping trip.. and maybe eating trip. But mind you I didn't eat any of the local dish.. I would love to tho. Me and glorious food. Its a like a great grand ol' love affair. However its pretty hard to find halal food. So mostly its home cooked meals or restaurant that have Malaysian or Singaporean food for me. Oohhh.. but not forgetting the various breads I had there. Damn it, they have kick ass pastries and breads. I don't know why, probably they used to be a French colonial country (as many explained but macam tak masuk akal cause not all the baker is French eh), but their bread taste so good OK. Even the healthy wholewheat bread, that usually leaves a bad taste in our mouth and soo chewy; tastes great. Sheesshhh... and the croissant. Oh.. the croissannnttt... Even when I burned the croissant in the oven at the hotel dining room ( and with scarlet face I shamefully I scrapped b

That Empty Spot

I was blogging about my trip to Vietnam earlier. But there are some things that are left unfinished. So it is still in draft state. No worries. Anyway.. I am feeling a tad bit melancholy. And a whole lot of sleepy. Being sleepy can usually make me melancholy. And why should I be melancholy and sleepy..., well.. this is because my big sister, the eldest had just gone to Qatar with her husband and daughter, yesterday morning. Embarking on a new life as expats at a UAE country. My sister had been a big part of my life these past few years. Backing me off financially (thihihi, eh some part je taw!), travel-wise (gi sana sini ikut akak...) and a bit of emotional support (Gahh.. the callous part in me, hate the word emotion). Not to mention that my niece is usually the source of entertainment when computer games felt bland, TVs are boring and there is nothing to do. (Jentik2 3 year old is fun !). It's a bit sad to see the empty bedroom, the house isn't littered with toys, and the abs

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