Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Saturday, December 20, 2014

This year's loot, courtesy of the Big Bad Wolf. That's 25 books for RM221, and if that ain't a steal, I don't know what is.

I didn't realise I bought so many books until last night when I stacked them up and counted. My ignorance was most likely because I went twice to the sale the past two weeks. 

Didn't plan to go the second time, but A told me they added new books so I thought I should give it another round. Wasn't expecting much as my first trip there wasn't as exciting as the previous years', but I ended up with almost as many books as my first round. 

This includes a number of memoirs, some graphic novels, a few Lisa See's and some random titles.. a good mix I'd say.

Bah, I haven't even finished last year's books so I doubt I'd finish this year's in the next 365 days, but I couldn't resist adding these to my shelves. *swoons* 

I know I'm not going to meet my target reading this year (I'm at least five books behind and there's only two weeks till the year ends..) but I can be hopeful about 2015 right? Right! :) (I might jussst make it. Just checked and found out that I am only ONE book behind. This is doable!)

Monday, October 13, 2014

Here's a rundown of what happened last weekend if I don't get to write about the activities in details (I would love to, but hmm don't know if I have the time).

On Friday, the girls and I went for our US visa interview, and we got it! That's one step closer for us, a major hurdle crossed. Now down to getting the flight tickets and planning the itinerary. Am super excited -- obviously. Spent the late morning celebrating at a cafe in Ampang Hilir, and had a nice chat -- haven't met up like this in a while. I miss it. And guess we won't have the chance to do the same for another year, since S is moving to China to teach. Sigh. Went back to work. Was supposed to roll out a project but it didn't happen. Was miffed. On Fri night, I completed watching Death Note (got that write up out!)

On Saturday, I woke up early cos the hub said we should go hiking. He got lazy. I couldn't sleep after getting an email from my colleague about said project which incensed me. Didn't bother with work thereafter. We went for pork noodle brekkie in OUG and then in the afternoon I started reading Lisa See's Peony in Love. I decided that I should read in a book between my anime, because I should. That evening, I went to watch P Ramlee The Musical with J and M, and it was awesome. The night couldn't have ended on a higher note than when Tiara Jacquelina announced the Puteri Gunung Ledang Reunion Concert next month end. I was delirious.

On Sunday, we went for nasi lemak brunch at Village Park DU, and then spent the rest of the afternoon in Canaanland bookstore. Were poorer by RM400++ but so happy that I got some new books. Since we were not hungry, we spent the next couple of hours at a cafe in TTDI and read some more. More reading when I got home, and then it was the end of the day.

'Twas a quiet but another really awesome weekend. :)

Tuesday, September 23, 2014


I hope I won't forget what they mean to me..



「やっとまた会えたね」
懐かしい君の声がする
気付けば僕らは宙に浮かびあがって
時に追いやられ

“We finally meet again”
I hear the familiar sound of your voice
Before I know it, we’re floating in the air
Chasing after time

Galileo Galilei :: Circle Game


Monday, September 1, 2014

It seems like all I write about these days are so-called reviews of books and TV and movies huh? :) I don't know why I do it because I am a terrible reviewer -- my opinions are usually either "I love it!" or "I hated it!" but to justify them, I need to read other reviews to find the words to properly express my thoughts. So what you read that you thought were my thoughts (when I wasn't literally copy-pasting chunks of those text because I was too lazy to even reword them), were actually my little Frankenstein's monsters -- butchered and sewn together opinions of other people in a form of a somewhat readable prose. Ta-dah. I suppose I do it for the same reason why I wrote the other posts: for my older self to remember what my younger self enjoyed (or not). Okay, this time for a change I'll give you something that's entirely my own take.

So I finally read Yale law professor Amy Chua's (in)famous book that created this massive parenting debate worldwide when it came out three years ago: Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother. I remember thinking then, wow all these controversies and uproar.. the book must be selling like hot cakes! Ka-ching! I've read excerpts from the book then and knew of the terror that Chua was, but I also remember being very impressed by her daughters' achievements.

So what did I think of this? The book -- totally enjoyed reading it! I haven't finished a book this fast in a long time. It was easy to read, and I was rather entertained and horrified at the same time. Her daughters -- much respect for what they have done and how well adjusted they appear to be. The mother -- needless to say, is scary beyond all reason (sorry, random cheeky quote from The Emperor's New Groove). She is the epitome of a melancholy choleric, and her ways would totally not stand out among Asian parents, especially immigrants or 2nd-gens. And if I were her daughter, I'm surer than sure that I'd be the black sheep who is only talked about in hushed tones at family dinners and who's forever cowering in my sisters' shadows.

But you know what, maybe it's the Asian in me, coupled with hindsight... I totally get where Chua was coming from and actually wish that I had a Tiger mom.

*cue collective gasps from phantom pro-"Western" style of parenting readers*

Haha! I do! Now, I'm not blaming my very Chinese parents who for some reason never really pushed me for letting me do whatever I'd wanted (that said, I was never a wild, rebellious child - I'd say that I was a goody two shoes *cough cough*).. but knowing me, I am the kind of person who needs discipline and would do well when pushed, even though I'd hate every minute of it with every fiber of my being. Yes, I can't win this! Alas, it's too late for me now, but I really still need to find some other way to kick my own ass, and I need to find it fast.

Btw I don't think there's a one best way of parenting. As illustrated by Chua, what worked with her eldest backfired when applied on the younger daughter. Still, I think it worked out for them in the end, soooo.. good for them! :)

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Edit 1/9/14: 
Chua's eldest daughter wrote an open letter in defense of her mother after the controversy broke out, which I thought was a thoughtful piece. Something she said there struck me: "Everybody seems to think art is spontaneous. But Tiger Mom, you taught me that even creativity takes effort." While that's nothing new, that line, seen together with the relentless drills the girls were subjected to their entire lives, serves as a stark reminder as to why I am so errm.. unaccomplished: I haven't poured in much hours into anything I like. 

How does passion work? How is it ignited? How much could or should it be forced before one lets go and lets nature takes it course? I want that - to be over the top crazy about something.. Haha, perhaps something like my LH crazy fangirl phase, but with something more useful. I liked that I did all those translation works on his songs and that speech. I enjoyed working on them tremendously, and I really want something like that again, something more.. lasting this time. What could it be!? Please God don't let me turn 40 without finding whatever it is that I'm looking for.

Friday, August 15, 2014

for you, a thousand times over!

Upon noticing my colleague's new Skype status this morning...



Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Lenten resolve

D asked me if I was giving up Eminem for Lent this year like what I did with Leehom last year, and I said no. I am not as obsessed with Em at this point as much as I did with LH back then. Mostly because there isn't much left for me to get my claws on - I was done devouring everything he has to give months ago. Gosh, I speak like a scavenger : | Still, when it comes to him, no news is good news. He's still in the radar nevertheless, like the rest.. Ah, this phase will always be an enigma to me :)

Anyway it's 2 weeks into Lent now. My thing this year is to give up social media in the evening and focus on reading. It's next to impossible not to be on them at work, and what I really want out of this is to get my reading going. So, there haven't been Quora, 9gag, Facebook, Instagram, Blogger (hence my absence =), Wikipedia, IMDB, etc for me from 9pm onwards the past 14 days and shouldn't be any three weeks to come. I'll have to admit that it's liberating so not have my face being tanned nightly by the glow of my phone.

I've selected four books to complete during this time. I've started on three of them, which I shouldn't have done, but... :P They are Philip Yancey's Rumours of Another World, Edmund Chan's Growing Deep in God, Gene Edward Veith Jr.'s Postmodern Times and Dietrich Bonhoeffer's Ethics. It has't been easy for me to read because my brain's kinda all mush these days so I actually have to read the words out loud which means I'm reading oh so slowly which means that I'm behind schedule to finish them by Good Friday but I'm not fretting, I'll finish them.



Btw I had wanted to trying going meat-less by my resolve has been weak. :( What I've been doing though was to bring my own lunch to work consisting of one vegetable and one egg dish. I won't count this as a Lent effort, just something I'm doing.

Monday, December 9, 2013

look who has been a good girl this year..

So yeah, Christmas came early, and..... I got a new phone! :) It's exactly three years to my iPhone 4 purchase, and it has been seriously lagging in performance (erm, not helped by the fact that I have over 5,000 photos and gigabyte after gigabyte of songs; yup, my bad)(also not helped by the fact that it could ill-afford to support the iOS7 upgrade so the apps have not been updated in a while).. I suppose I could have continued using it (that was the plan but I think the slow response time was getting to me), but I finally "caved in" to the voice in my head that screams "get a new phone already!" and somehow managed to con my husband into getting me a new phone haha! Thankiew husby! *heart*

Hey wait, come to think of it, he was the one who planted the idea in my head! He kinda asked me a few months back if I would like to change the phone, I was kinda taken by surprise at the question then because I hadn't said anything to him about my phone, but apparently I've been absentmindedly making remarks about the slowed performance. Awww it's sweet that his ears actually perked up to that haha.. And because he never said "No" when I said I'd only change if he gets it for me, I kinda warmed up to the idea la la la.

Anyway, it took me forever to convince myself that I actually needed a new phone. The main reason was that it's not cheap (close to RM2k yo) and I'm not the kinda person who simply upgrades her phone (I do have a frugal side to me).. yeah, I struggled for a lonnngggg time with the decision, and even wrestled with guilt for a good two weeks after the purchase (hence my delay in blogging about it). Thankfully I have since come to term with it (I know, my choice of words in the past two sentences made it sound as if I was going through some life-changing crisis right? Go ahead and roll your eyes!), and am very much enjoying my new toy.

So may I present you.. *drum rolls please* ... the new extension of my arm, the HTC One!

Why not the iPhone, you might ask, since I've been using it the past 3 years? Am I not more used to its interface and usability? That's actually a good reason under normal circumstances but I decided I kinda had enough with Apple and their antics. Remember how I lost all my contacts when I tried to sync it to iCloud? And how all my painfully updated album covers went haywire after one of the numerous iOS upgrades? The perfectionist in me almost committed suicide. And sync-ing with iTunes? Bleh. The only thing I love about the iTunes is the convenience of music buying, which I strongly advocate if you could afford it =).

So it was a good thing that I came across this article and I was completely sold on the idea of switching to Android. And so.. Android phones.. why HTC and not the ubiquitous Samsung? Erm, for that very reason. I never owned a Nokia in my life because they were everywhere back then, almost literally so. I like to be special I guess *cough* (I realised my logic sometimes doesn't hold water in the real world). So erm why did I have an iPhone back then since it was also everywhere? Well, I might have decided on it in a moment of weakness lol! Just kidding - I don't need to defend myself, do I? :P Anyway, I would have gone for a Windows phone then but its app market was still in infancy stage and I had no desire to be a guinea pig. So yeah, I've no regret going with the iP4, it was the best phone then.

So yeah, HTC. For whatever reason, I had always wanted an HTC - even back when I was first scouting for a smartphone, but there wasn't anything that especially caught my eye (or rather, met my budget). If I were to choose a reason behind my wanting of the  HTC, it was because my friend L got one a few years back, and I remember there was this app called Google Sky Map that would show you the names and positions of major constellations visible to our naked eyes. I was so mesmerised by it and in fact it was one of the first apps I looked for in iTunes when I got my iPhone, only to find it wasn't available on that platform (lol, just found out that I actually blogged about this). So yeah, that has been on my mind at least the past three years. But I can't just get a phone for one app right? And wouldn't Samsung have the app too? Thankfully, the HTC One has gotten really good reviews and is widely regarded as one of the top phones in its category, so I didn't need much persuasion to go with it.

Oh yeah, this last piece of the puzzle came later but it sealed my decision: The One has two additional brownie points going for it... okay, I'm going into fangirl mode, just so you are warned... for one, Leehom endorses and uses an HTC Phone (he switched some time last year and here he is in NY Times Square doing a commercial for the One so yeah, woot!).. andddd.. the audio system in the One is provided by beats, yup, the very one by Dr Dre, who as we all know, is Eminem's mentor. So ta-dah! My two most favorite singers, connected by One phone... so yeah, what can I say but SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!

^__^

Moving on, 'tis the time of the year.. the annual Big Bad Wolf book sale is upon us once again. Like how people look forward to some music festivals, I look forward to this particular cheaper-than-dirt book sale.. it's really the best thing since.. sliced bread (urgh for lame idiom but right now, I have nothing better to offer). Brand new books go for as low as RM3 (USD1), with the average paperback going for RM8 and hardcover between RM10 and RM25. While I would lurrrve to splurge (I do love a book with a nice cover, and there were so many!), I usually cap my spending at RM200, which is really a pittance compared to how much other book lovers spend, but that amount yielded me a good 22 books (some are not pictured below because I haven't bought them yet at the time the photo was taken - yup, I've gone there twice over the weekend - on Fri with J and again last night with the husband, and I won't mind another round before they're done) and I'm more than delighted. I'm a slow reader and this is just the right number of books to keep me occupied for the next 12 months. So yes, I'm a happy bunny all around. Xoxo!

Saturday, November 16, 2013

a life worth reading

I've been on a biography/memoir reading spree lately; it was not intentional, it just happened and I think it's wonderful, especially because it's is one of my favorite genres. I don't usually write book reviews, but this has been a good streak and I would like to remember it, so here goes...

Bill Bryson's The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid: A Memoir
Des Moines (pronounced Deh-Moin) is the capital and the most populous city in the U.S. state of Iowa, a fact that had meant little to me, but the city came alive reading Bryson's memoir, a testament of his way with words. Bryson's affection for the world of his childhood was funny and contagious. Among others, he's argued how department stores and movie theaters are two things that were different and better in the 1950s, parts of a life that he observes are not the same anymore.

I've been meaning to check out Bryson's other works as I have on a couple of good authorities that he's a brilliant travel writer. I actually don't fancy travelogues, but those people were really convincing so I'd love to give him another chance, especially after a positive impression this time around, notwithstanding my unfortunate first encounter with Bryson with the Short History of Nearly Everything where I struggled to finish the first chapter before giving up because I found it soo boring. 

Btw, there are two other US cities that I would now pause and pay attention to when mentioned: Rochester, New York and Detroit, Michigan. The former is Leehom's hometown and the latter, Em's. Leehom left NY since he was 17 and has established his roots in Taiwan, but Em looks like he'd have to be pried away from Detroit. I've just finished downloading Anthony Bourdain's take on the Detroit on his show Parts Unknown (thanks, D, for the heads up! =) and I can't wait to catch it.. soon. ^_^



Eminem's The Way I Am
The day before Em's birthday on October 17 (interestingly, LH's birthday is May 17, so excuse me if I felt a sudden affinity with the number 17 ;), I got a gift in the mail. Well, not really a gift, because it was something I bought for myself, but when it came, I was so excited I believe I might have let out a series of squeals in my colleague's presence haha! But yay, Christmas came early! So yeah, I bought Eminem's autobiography from bookdepository.com (awesome site, can't recommend it enough). It reached my desk just before noon, and by 2pm, I had passed the middle section of the 200+ page book. In my defense, I tried to put it down many many times, but I kept picking it up again. I couldn't help it. *hangs head in shame* But considering that it was really easy reading (not unlike reading a diary entry), and that there were a lot of pictures, it certainly wasn't a feat that I had read that much. By the time I got home, I wasn't very far from finishing it; I felt sad and the dread as I turned the last few pages.

The verdict? I enjoyed it very much but c'mon, why wouldn't I! :) It wasn't the greatest piece of written work, but it was a deeply personal piece. Some reviewers said that he skimmed through the tumultuous relationship with his mother and ex-wife, but really, what else could he have said that he hasn't in all his songs about them? That he didn't mean them? I'm quite sure those thoughts were real. He did briefly touch about the gruesome song about his ex-wife Kim, and he'd explained to her that those hateful songs he wrote about her reflected how he really felt and thought in the heat of their arguments so she would be okay with him putting them out. She relented for most part (did she have a choice?), but I feel that he did go too far at one point (he didn't write about it in the book but it's well documented on the internet), where they were on the way to his concert and she asked him if he would play that song and he said no, but I guess booze and/or drug changed his mind and he went all out deriding her on stage, and she felt so hurt and went home and slit her wrist. I hope he was wrecked with guilt over that incident! But lest you think she was a damsel-in-distress, she was also known to physically attacking him.. in public. So yeah, theirs was the real-life version of his hit song (look ma, a pun!) with Rihanna, Love the Way You Lie.

Like his songs, he's candid with what went on in his life and his head. The book provides insight into his early days struggling with poverty and being on welfare, bullies at school, having to constantly move from one home to another and one school to another, an absent father and an addict mom, minimum wage jobs, baby mama drama, and the insecurities of living where they were. It also chronicles his friendship with Proof who was instrumental in making him into who he is -- it was pretty obvious that without Proof, there'd be no Eminem. Sadly, Proof was killed in a bar fight-gone-awry in 2006 and words just can't express what it was like losing such an important figure like that in one's life; he struggled for years to get back on his feet. There was also his unrelenting pursuit of the art of emceeing, and later his explosion and exposure to the world at large. He hadn't expected to blow up like he did, and fame is still something he grappling with after all these years (he still raps about it). People who are familiar with his songs would already know most of the details of his life, but I think even the most hardcore of fans would still be able to find a tidbit or two in the book that they had not known previously.

My favorite chapter would be the one where he talks about being a father. He said that "being a dad makes me feel powerful in a way I hadn't known before, and it's the kind of power that I don't want to abuse. It's the kind of power that helps me overcome the bad shit from my childhood. It's like I'm rewriting my own history." He's always maintained that he's a father first and a rapper second, and he tries to be there for his kids (he has a daughter with ex-wife Kim, and he adopted the daughter of Kim's twin sister, and another daughter from Kim's other marriage, and "all three of my girls call me Daddy and they are loved the same" awww..) every chance he could. And he talks about how he tries to teach his daughters to be responsible and accountable and that their world isn't just a free-for-all and they've got things to do around the house, and how when they are older they'd have to get jobs and learn what it means to earn.. I'm just glad despite his troubled childhood and shaky relationship with Kim, that he would fall so naturally into the role of a loving, concern and involved father.

And this might be the wackiest confession I've ever made here or anywhere: you know how I've always have fears about attempting motherhood? Oh you probably don't because I don't ever talk about it. But it was something that stuck with me for the longest time, and though I do feel more ready now, Em was one person who actually got me to seriously consider that it probably won't be so bad after all (yes, it was that recent), with this verse in particular from Hailie's Song:
Some days I sit staring out the window, watching this world pass me by
Sometimes I think there's nothing to live for, I almost break down and cry
Sometimes I think I'm crazy, I'm crazy oh so crazy
Why am I here, am I just wasting my time?
But when I see my baby, suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes
Yup. Who would have thought, right?

Lol, looks like I think I got a bit carried away with this review. To end, I know it's a very fangirl-y thing to say, but I could understand the reasons behind a lot of things he did, whether if they were justified or not, logical or not. He and I, we are kindred spirit, remember? LOL! Quit rolling your eyes!!



Ravi Zacharias's Walking from East to West: God in the Shadows
All I knew about Ravi before this was that he's a prominent Christian apologist. I sat under his protege's tutelage for the book of John. I knew that J is a huge fan(girl) of his. But I've not heard or read anything by him, and I have no excuse.

This book introduced me to him, not in the way he's usually introduced i.e. accolades upon accolades. I was introduced to a boy of low self-esteem who had no interest in academic but one who is affable and well liked. A boy who often for no obvious reason drew the ire of his father and stood meekly in the shadows of his more accomplished brother. A boy who struggled with understanding the meaning of life and drifted in the ocean of purposelessness for a long time before finding his calling that changed the course of his life, and many, many, many lives whom he's touched.

Many people who come to know Jesus have their lives changed 180 degree and that was what happened to Ravi. He became a voracious reader and his confidence grew, and God had him doing things he never knew he could or going places he never thought he would. You can't help but be absorbed in his story and just rad in amazement and awe at how things turned out.

And for the record, my short review here is in no way reflective of how I feel about the book. I won't necessarily say that it's the best of the lot here as each story and each life has its own charms and snags.. but this was definitely well-written and inspirational. Makes me all the more curious about his works. I suppose I should just get my mind ready to be blown away again.



Nadia Bolz-Weber's Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint
I got to know about this book from Richard Beck's review and I was curious enough to buy a hardcover copy of it (usually I'd wait for the cheaper paperback version), also via bookdepository. The heavily tattooed Rev. Nadia Bolz-Weber is not your typical pastor, in any conventional sense of the word. Even her life path is unusual as it is presented: engaging, encouraging, irreverent, inspiring and funny.

One thing I loved about this was her brutal honesty. Sure, she swore like a sailor (uncensored in the book), and that would have bothered me a lot, but my tolerance for profanity has risen substantially thanks to Em (I don't know if it's a good thing but life is easier when I don't take offense at everything)(I mean, I still find a lot of things annoying and objectionable, but one less item off the list isn't too bad at all). I like what Beck said when warning reader of the litany of F-bombs in the book: ... to be honest, I get sort of annoyed in needing to give such warnings. Why are so many Christians such pious fragile little daisies? Do we really think Jesus was so easily offended? Goodness sakes, look who Jesus hung out with. 

And may I quote Richard again as to what the book is about:
It's a spiritual memoir that, roughly, moves through three parts of of Nadia's life. The first part covers Nadia's early years growing up in fundamentalist Christianity, her descent into drugs and sex, to her eventual return to Christianity. The second part is Nadia's calling to the pastorate and the founding of House for All Sinners and Saints. And the final part is stories about the growth of the church and Nadia's pastorate. All the way through are raw, powerful and confessional stories of both success and failure, each salted with the crazy juxtapositions created by Nadia's personal history and personality in light of her life as the spiritual leader of a faith community.

What I loved about Pastrix (a word used derisively by some conservative Christians who refuse to recognize female pastors) was how real she was and how forthcoming she was about her struggles with the word of God that most of us would probably think is "unChristian" to utter. I relate to her misanthropic nature and applaud her for fighting it (definitely made me think about how I am right now). Her church, the House of All Saints and Sinners is an all-inclusive church whose congregation would definitely raise more than a few eyebrows in most churches elsewhere. But urm, I'm cool with that. I don't know if I'd fit in there, or anywhere for that matter right now. I feel like I'm on a self-imposed isolation. I feel like I'm drifting. Sigh~ Man, are you guys reading this, I'm confessing left and right in this post. Anyway, I think one of the best things about growing old is realizing that a lot of things shouldn't and don't matter, and I think it's silly how people get up in arms over the wrong things (okay, me included, but yeah, all of us need to grow up). Like Ravi above, her story once again proves that God has a sense of humour most of us would only funny in hindsight, and that his way is wayyy beyond my puny limits, and once again, I put down all my earthly strivings before him and just sit silently at his feet.

Anyway, please allow me to quote Beck one last time: "That's what I most loved about Pastrix, how the bible kept crashing into the messiness of Nadia's life and the life of her crazy and amazing church. Being interrupted by the bible, in hard but often life-giving ways, is something that I can deeply identify with." Check out this video for one of her sermons where she recounted some of the stories she also shared in the book.



Benazir Bhutto's Daughter of the East 
I have just begun on one last autobiography I have in hand but I thought I'd include it in this list, that of Benazir Bhutto, the Prime Minister of Pakistan from 1988 until 1990, and from 1993 to 1996. She was assassinated in a bombing in 2007 (right about the time this book was published).

Her name was something I remember from way back then, and her being the first female Pakistani PM was pretty impressive to me then, and now. I'm only in the first chapter, and she talked about having kids during her tenure (she was then the only head of government in recorded history to actually give birth while in office, I'm pretty sure the record still holds). Of course her detractors had a field day trying to overthrow her, albeit unsuccessfully. Can't help but think she must have been one remarkable lady.

I generally don't read political bios because they are very detailed and those details usually just fly over my head, so... I do hope I'd finish this! If I do, and if I would write about it, I'd just update this page.

Thursday, October 24, 2013

packing order.

I dread packing for trips and I always do it last minute, and the minute would stretch into hours. But I guess the reward justifies the "pain" lol! But really, the more important decisions when going on vacay are which books to bring and what music to listen to, right? Right. :D

So I've narrowed my selection of books to three, one a biography of Indian-born, Canadian-American renown Christian apologist Ravi Zacharias, another a collection of articles that previously appeared in The New Yorker by English-Canadian author Malcolm Gladwell, and one mystery novel by British author Dorothy Sayers written in 1931. A pretty awesome mix there I'd say, from gender and genre to the authors' nationalities to even how I got hold of each book (J lent me RZ's book which incidentally went with her to Geneva last month, I'd say that this book is better traveled that I am!; I found MG's book at the bottom of my shelf with no recollection of having bought or borrowed it from anyone; and DS's book was from a book sale). These should keep me pretty occupied during the long transit.

So I've sync-ed my song playlist, and for the first time in my life, I'm going all out with stuff I've never heard before and some I'd never thought I would. This is a departure from my usual preference to go with something I've listened to a million times from the usual suspects (like how I listened to Leehom in my entire Melbourne trip). This time, I just want to break away from that habit, and I'll admit it's kinda unsettling but boo hoo. Every song is new (to me) and I've never known any one of them just a month ago.. and like my books, they cover quite a range, from Instrumental and Jazz to Pop, Rock, Soul and Rap (of course ;), and I have songs from the 70s, 90s, noughties, 2010's all the way up to some singles released not a month ago... I randomly downloaded some albums from the awesome free music site Noisetrade, and the rest from you-know-where-haha after reading music articles over the past couple of weeks. And while I'll tell you about every book I have or will read, I am pretty coy in sharing my playlist -- just chalk that up to another quirk of mine :D

So I've stuffed all my clothes and shoes and toiletries and lingerie and cosmetics and electronics in my new giant fuchsia luggage, and in my tote bag, I've got a book and iPod and passport and neck pillow and mint and cardigan and cash. I've got an awesome ten days ahead of me in an island not too far away, where I hope I'd bump into Leehom (who is in NY now, but 10 days is a long enough time for me to hope that he'd back to Tpe haha) and where I know my hubby is waiting for me, so..................

Taiwan, here I come again! :)

Sunday, July 21, 2013

this week's top six

  1. being away in Miri - super hectic week, but really enjoyed being away and being alone (whenever I had the time to).
  2. finished reading a book. reckoned i haven't done so in months so yay!
  3. sleeping in til noon on Saturday.
  4. reunion with ex-colleagues.
  5. this documentary about Calvin and Hobbes.
  6. this interview with Brendan Buckley.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

the adorkable Mr Wang

along with the videos, Oxford Union have also posted photos from Leehom's session, and i have picked out here some of my favs!

after his speech, Leehom was presented with an Oxford hoodie.. which he promptly put on and voila, instant transformation from suave to geeky! 

he certainly struck gold with his gene pool!
just look at him, he could easily pass off as one of them, and these are kids who are at least a decade younger. now Leehom, tell us, where specifically is that pool of immortality that you fell into? or where do you keep your bottle of the elixir of life? c'mon, 'fess up! :D 

om nom nom, munches the cookie monster :D
the cookies were a gift from a fan, check out the video here. i'm actually really curious about what it was and how it tasted like? according to him, these are world famous. okay, not world, UK famous! curiouso, curiouso!

hmm, an old book. i wonder if i could steal a sniff... 

smells like... an old book.
hahahahahha.. this photo just killed it for me! :D but did you know, most bibliophiles love the smell of old books? i do too, although it would be a stretch to call me a b-phile haha.. but let's get geeky about this for a bit. according to scientists, "the aroma of an old book is [a] combination of grassy notes with a tang of acids and a hint of vanilla over an underlying mustiness, this unmistakable smell is as much a part of the book as its contents. It is the result of the several hundred volatile organic compounds (VOCs) off-gassing from paper and the object in general. The particular blend of compounds is a result of a network of degradation pathways and is dependent on the original composition of the object including paper substrate, applied media, and binding." no, I didn't make that up!

All photo credits to APS photographer Yunli Song, taken from the Oxford Union FB page. Check out the album here.

Monday, April 8, 2013

the curious case of an amnesiac reader


I am reading Mark Haddon's The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time for the fifth, sixth time (I lost count)..

Except for last year, this has become my annual read -- it's the only book I've read more than once.

(And the only other book that I can imagine myself re-reading over the years is this.)

(I can't think of any similarities between them, so I can't say why just these two books and not any others.)

Thanks to my short-term memory, it's like reading a new book all over again (case in point -- I've forgotten who killed the dog, which is like, erm, the main reason why the main character, Christopher, so-called wrote this book in the first place. I know right? I'm hopeless that way!), but with the knowledge that I would enjoy it immensely. Haha!

(Also, I'm doing this because I need to get this list moving. I'm abandoning books left and right so it's a struggle to add to it. Ah well...)

Sunday, November 25, 2012

just another short post tonight. another baby step to overcoming my lack of inspiration.
  • i didn't wake up this morning. i woke up past noon. i didn't have my alarm clock and the husband was out and my biological clock seemed to think that i needed to sleep in. was supposed to meet K for lunch at about that time! wondered why husband was not back. called him from the house phone. turned out that K had to go back to the office to work. poor fella!
  • went for ex-colleague's wedding dinner at Parkroyal Hotel tonight. the food was so-so and the ceremony ended late, but the bride was beautiful (this colleague resembles a Singaporean celebrity :) 
  • read a little of Life of Pi (half a chapter?) and it has mention of this fish called dorado, which is "distinguished by dazzling colors: golden on the sides, and bright blues and greens on the sides and back". and the protagonist of the book described killing the fish (by whacking it repeatedly with a blunt object) was like "killing a rainbow" because it would turn all sorts of colours before it breathes its last. and as sadistic as it might sound, i am kinda looking forward to watching this on the big screen. in 3D no less!
  • also read a chapter of Steve Jobs, and i don't think he's ever going to redeem himself by the end of the book. he has few redeeming qualities to pass as a decent human being. i'm surprised that he allows this biography to go out without reading its draft. what does he have up his sleeves!
  • the Big Bad Wolf sale is coming, in about 2 weeks. will be taking a day off to be there. i need more books around the house that i won't be reading *sheepish smile* 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

from books to the big screen

there are a few reasons why i am really looking forward to the end of the year. and here are two of them:

Yann Martel's Life of Pi

scheduled release: the day after my birthday :D



Victor Hugo's Les Misérables

scheduled release: the day we celebrate Jesus' birthday


oh joy, oh joy, OH JOYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! you know how delirious i can get over anticipating things like this. how my heart beats faster, how my tummy dance in delight, how i would sometimes squeal out loud. ah! :D  i'm re-reading Life of Pi now, cautiously i might add, because i want to manage my expectations should the images in my head do not translate well on the big screen.. but the trailer looks really promising. I might also attempt to read Les Mis again (i've only read the movie tie-in, and only halfway through the full version cause i keep getting lost in the details of the French Revolution). here's the trailer btw. i can't waittttttt!!!!!

and speaking of things that make me happy to the point of ecstasy... ok, that would be a gross exaggeration of what i'm going to say next, but really, i'm kinda addicted to this song right now. it's Khalil Fong doing a cover of A-Mei's 记得 Remember, featured in his 2009 covers-only album, Timeless. and i like what he's done with it. it's a sad song though, about two people who have reached a stage in the relationship where they can't go one anymore. emo beamo stuff, but i do like khalil's arrangement over a-mei's, he has made it sound somewhat more hopeful, somewhat bittersweet. :)


我们都忘了 这条路走了多久
心中是清楚的 有一天有一天都会停的
让时间说真话 虽然我也害怕
在天黑了以后 我们都不知道会不会有以后
we have forgotten how long we have been on this journey
but we know it well in our hearts, that one day, one day this would end
let time speak the truth, although i'd be terrified
as the day grows darker, we don't know if there would be a next time

谁还记得 是谁先说 永远的爱我
以前的一句话 是我们以后的伤口
过了太久 没人记得当初那些温柔
我和你手牵手 说要一起走到最后
who would still remember, who was it who had first profess to "love you forever"
words from the past, are the wounds of our future
after so long, no one remembers the initial tenderness
the both of us holding hands, and we said that we'd walk together til the end

我们都累了 却没办法往回走
两颗心都迷惑 怎么说怎么说都没有救
亲爱的为什么 也许你也不懂
两个相爱的人 等着对方先说找分开的理由
we are growing tired now, but there's no way for us to go back
two confused hearts, no matter what's said, cannot be saved
dearest, why? perhaps you don't understand
two people who love each other, waiting for one to first speak up
to find a reason to break up

谁还记得爱情开始 变化的时候
我和你的眼中 看见了不同的天空
走的太远 终于走到分岔路的路口
是不是你和我 要有两个相反的梦
who would still remember, when love first bloomed, how it's changed
you and i, our eyes are gazing at different skies
after walking such a distance, we have reached a fork in the road
why are our dreams so different?




记得 (an A-Mei 張惠妹 cover)
方大同

我们都忘了 这条路走了多久
心中是清楚的 有一天有一天都会停的
让时间说真话 虽然我也害怕
在天黑了以后 我们都不知道会不会有以后

谁还记得 是谁先说 永远的爱我
以前的一句话 是我们以后的伤口
过了太久 没人记得当初那些温柔
我和你手牵手 说要一起走到最后

我们都累了 却没办法往回走
两颗心都迷惑 怎么说怎么说都没有救
亲爱的为什么 也许你也不懂
两个相爱的人 等着对方先说找分开的理由

谁还记得爱情开始 变化的时候
我和你的眼中 看见了不同的天空
走的太远 终于走到分岔路的路口
是不是你和我 要有两个相反的梦

谁还记得 是谁先说永远的爱我
以前的一句话 是我们以后的伤口
过了太久 没人记得当初那些温柔
我和你手牵手 说要一起走到最后
我和你手牵手 说要一起走到最后

Friday, May 18, 2012

it was a dark and stormy night..

I made a remark a couple of times the past few days, but the thought has bugged me for a long time. It's a guilt that every once in a while pokes me, whether I am idle or busy. And while I really want to just do it so that I could ease the uneasiness, I don't. It's maddening.

It's like this: You see, I haven't been reading. Or rather, I have not completed a book in at least five months. FIVE LONG DRY MONTHS. I've been conveniently distracted (most recently by you-know-who wink*wink); but it's just an excuse I guess. I started a few books, but as of now I've no idea where they are. I'm sure they miss me. The stack of books from the last big bad wolf sale sits forlornly on my couch, ignored, unloved. And I can't buy new books without that condemning voice in my head jeering at me. Woe is me!

I really miss those nights being curled up in my reading chair, turning pages until sleep won over my consciousness. I miss having wonderful images and a movie unfolding in my head as I thumb the pages. I miss the excitement and sense of achievement of updating my read list each time I flip the last page of a book. I miss the feel of a book in my hand. I miss reading.

...

*bangs imaginery table*

This will not do! Rawr!! (Or should that be a meek meow? Haha!)

By Cap'n Hook or crook, I will finish a book by month end or Bob is not my uncle!! Rawr!!

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

in another world...

sorry, no long, mixed language post tonight. i'm catching up on some episodes of Modern Family ^__^

just want to share a trailer of a movie that i would really like to catch (thanks to Leehom for the heads up ;). from its website:
Buzkashi Boys tells a compelling coming of age story that offers a glimpse of a rarely seen Afghanistan through the eyes of two of its youngest sons, as they make their way to manhood in one of the most war-torn countries on Earth.

Set against the backdrop of Buzkashi, a brutal game of horse polo played with a dead goat instead of a ball, the film follows two best friends, a street urchin and a blacksmith’s son, as they struggle to reconcile dreams with duty.

One of the first narrative films shot entirely on location in Afghanistan with a mixed Western and Afghan crew, Buzkashi Boys was produced by the Afghan Film Project, a non-profit foundation formed to tell uniquely Afghan stories while building the capacity of Afghanistan's fledgling film industry. Produced to the highest international standards, the film combines the experience of internationally recognized industry professionals with the passion of emerging local filmmakers.
the trailer kinda reminds me of The Kite Runner, adapted from Khaled Hosseini's book of the same name, which was also set in Afghanistan. i loved that movie, and of course the book. speaking of which i must get it back (it's loaned to a friend like 4 years ago, and not returned. normally i don't keep track of book lending, but when it comes to my favorites, you bet i won't forget. i've asked for it enough times that i feel paiseh to ask again so how.. aish..)

[for you, a thousand times over.]

Monday, October 17, 2011

Look what the wolf brought in.

24 books for RM200. Kuh-ray-zee, no? I'm one pleased bird.

Can you spot my new favorite author? ^_^

Monday, May 16, 2011

I was halfway through a book when I happened to flip to its dedication page. And when I saw this name, some memories came back instantly, like how I was at the Big Bad Wolf sale last year and this book was in my shortlisted stack of "to buy or not to buy". I had a budget you see, and I was unfamiliar with the author though later I would come to know via wiki that he was one of America's most prolific 20th century writers.

I had read the blurb and quite liked the premise of this book -- Edgar Wallace's The Feathered Serpent is a mystery novel, one of my fav genres -- but I couldn't decide. Then I saw her name and without another moment of hesitation, the book went to the "to buy" stack.

And who is she? Again, it turned out she was the author of another book on a list 100 must-read literature, as wiki would tell me. Anyways so, a couple of years back, when BookXcess was in its infancy, i picked up Daphne du Maurier's The Scapegoat at random, and I really liked it.

However, that few days ago when I saw her name, I immediately felt a tinge of sadness.. because I couldn't remember what I had liked about the book which I've claimed to have liked. Projecting that thought to other areas, I was reminded me that I have forgotten many things but have no idea what they are. Events and details from the past are like a blur or completely missing, like certain immigration reports *cough. I have no doubts that I have forgotten a great deal of my life, and it makes me feel somewhat.. incomplete. This feeling plain rattles me.

You know that is why I blog right, even though it makes for a real poor documentation cos of my inconsistent and imbalance entries. Heh. I blog so that I wouldn't lose more of me than I already have. These words might not seem like much, maybe downright insufficient and vague sometimes, but there are a tangible part of me.. and sometimes I feel vulnerable having people reading them and making conclusion of who I am. (And yet I make them public. That's paradox for you :) That said, whatever's written here are painfully put together, selected for your reading.. and for forming of a good impression of me :D

I was chatting to a friend recently, and it's since a long time since we last did.. around the time the ink dried on du Maurier's or Wallace's manuscripts I think. And if I thought my memory recall is bad, it was practically retrograde amnesia with her. Heh. Maybe it was her way of coping with issues or that is how she's made, but I wondered if she felt the same sadness sometimes.

So yeah.. just one line in that one book and all these emotions and thoughts and memories.. Heh.

Friday, March 25, 2011

#5
Most of you would be able to relate this this: Reading! :)

I used to have a policy whereby I'd finish every book I'd started, but I've long since discarded it since I started reading more than just Jeffrey Archer and Sydney Sheldon.

My preferred genres are mystery/whodunits, investigative journalism, comics and humor, short stories, selected memoirs, and practical Christian living. I veer towards award-winning books too (cos I'm lazy to discover new authors) but that can be a hit-or-miss. Speaking of misses, i don't like self-help, horror, poems and poetic languages, deep thought-provoking stuff, travel and history. But i never say never!

Books were a luxury when I was young so buying books now that i could better afford them makes me like reeeally excited to the point of tummy wrenching joy. Srsly. And while some owners are particular about book care, i think dog ears and scribbled notes add character, but only if I was the one who made them so don't get any ideas. :)

These days I read much less than I'd like :( I am making myself read at least a dozen books a year (a figure which make most bibliophiles shake their heads in dismay) for fear that I'd be barred from listing reading as a hobby.



Friendship takes place when one person says to another, What? You too? I though I was the only one. - C. S. Lewis

Monday, November 15, 2010

i wrote on my FB that 'there are few buzzes comparable to that of buying a book' the day i made my third purchase in as many month from bookdepository.co.uk. but when i received the package bearing its logo on my table yesterday, the first thing that came to mind was 'this tops that', that being the aforesaid FB stat. gotta lurve that feeling! ;)


i don't remember where i first read about this book (update: it was on boingboing). being somewhat a fan of memoirs and a nominal japanophile, it's one of those books i immediately knew i wanted soon i read its review. took me a long time to finally buy it because prior to shopping on bookdepository, shipping cost from amazon.com just ain't worth it (not sure why i didn't check the local bookstores -- they probably have it too). plus the MYR has strengthened much against the USD in the recent few months (bad for my comp's profits, but good for my purchase habit w00t! =)

just finished reading the book last nite (yay - another step closer to my 'read a book a month' goal for 2010 -- which is more like 'not reading anything the first 3 quarters of the year and squeezing everything in the last' but that's quite a mouthful =P anyways...)

author Jake Adelstein is an american journalist who spent 12 years in japan as a crime reporter for the yomiuri shinbun (this is quite something as -- surprisingly -- japanese are rather xenophobic -- many places do not admit/serve foreigners; and yomiuri shinbun is the widest circulated newspapers in japan and the world). the book is about his years there and the japanese underworld a.k.a. yakuza.

reading this book made me rather uneasy. this isn't the japan i know. it reveals the other side of the nation that i'm not acquainted with at all - its print media, a misogynistic society and of course, the yakuza, who are virtually unknown outside the country other than what have been portrayed in movies.

i kept thinking 'all that are going on beneath the glossy kawaii stuff?? how can they (lawmakers and civilians alike) knowingly allow this? these people are outrightly perverted and depraved and ignorant. did you know that japan is a hub of human trafficking and prostitution ring and forced labors, with little or no law to protect their rights? it's sick. :(

Human trafficking is the modern day practice of slavery. Also known as trafficking in persons, human trafficking comprises the fastest growing criminal industry in the world, based on the recruitment, harboring, and transportation of people solely for the purpose of exploitation. Every year traffickers generate billions of dollars in profits at the expense of victimizing millions of people around the world.

Victims of human trafficking are people forced or coerced into labor or sexual exploitation. Labor trafficking is widespread in variety of situations that encompass domestic servitude and small-scale labor operations, to large-scale operations such as farms, sweatshops, and major multinational corporations. Sex trafficking is one of the most lucrative sectors regarding the illegal trade in people, and involves any form of sexual exploitation in prostitution, pornography, bride trafficking, and the commercial sexual abuse of children.

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note - adelstein is now the public relations director of Polaris Project Japan which combats human trafficking.  


the book also reveals how extensive the reach of the yakuza empire, and how progressive they have become with time, with their 9 fingers (apparently, one telling sign of a yakuza is a missing digit) in the multi-billion dollar sex and loan shark industries pie and an unmistakable grip over the political and economic scenes.

while adelstein's candour is engaging and sometimes amusing, there were also some poignant anecdotes about the people he has known and lost. it's a cruel and violent picture that he had painted, but also one of unlikely friendships and binding word of honour.

sometimes it's hard to wrap our head around things like this. we shouldn't be surprised at the depth of human depravity, and yet we are. sigh.

on the other hand, we cheer as burmese democratic icon aung san suu kyi is released from her 7-year house arrest (she's spent 15 of the past 20 years under h/a). Burma has been under military dictatorship for the past 48 years. have never really followed her movement, and not quite sure why she's released but i pray that may this signify better things to come for the burmese, that their nation will be rebuilt and they would no longer need to escape their homeland.


listening to some christmas tunes with thoughts about the above swirling in my head. almost surreal. oh hello kitty. good kitty.