I was in the showers when Super Trouper from the Mamma Mia soundtrack just popped into my head. But it was only the tune. I simply could not for the life of me, remember what song it was, much less the lyrics to the tune. So the tune just replayed and replayed itself like a bloody broken record in my head for a good 20 minutes.

It was only when I was drying my hair afterwards that I suddenly sang out “super trouper, lights are gonna find me”. It felt so good! You know the initial feeling after you vomit? Relief. That’s what it felt like.

Someday, when I have enough money that is, I’m going to drop everything I’m doing, and backpack to Greece.

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I should study.

It’s been forever since I last had a chance to completely immerse myself in a book. A fiction mind you, not Success reference books. And although this holiday is a study leave of sorts, I spent hardly an hour a day studying, mainly due to the fact that I have been reading till 4 am every night.

I miss days, or rather nights, like these. To read till hours when only lizards behind cupboards are awake. And have I got the greatest book to read in the middle of the night! The Shadow of the Wind, recommended to me by Trecia Tan who also did a review on the book, is the perfect excuse to stay up late.

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This book has virtually everything. Humour, horror, romance, as well as a dash of politics and war. The book will have you chuckling to yourself at 3 am in the morning, gasping in horror at 3.15 am, sniffling at 3.30 am and laughing again by 3.45 am.  Then you’ll go bed thinking about all the characters and their messed up lives. Before you know it though, you’ll be having nightmares about men running around burning your precious collection of books.

At least, that was what happened to me. But I do love a good horror story and The Shadow of the Wind has plenty of that. It’ll make you huddle up against your pillow, have your heart pumping twice the normal rate and half sit up in shock or fear for the characters. It makes you care about what happens to the characters. So you can definitely say that the characters are well-developed. Although I do have a problem with a few of them, a certain Nuria Monfort and a pretty much spineless Daniel Sempere.

There were so many times I wanted to yell at Daniel Sempere to go grow a backbone, and then there were some 30-40 pages narrated by Nuria Monfort where I nearly died. She is one woman I do not like. I’m not quite sure why the author even created a character such as her. To gain sympathy? To have us all crying for her? Well, I am very prone to crying while reading but I did not shed a single tear for her, that’s for sure.

A lot of the story is built on the existence of a near-magical bond between two people. Very magicky. You’re asking me to believe that you can love someone completely and irrevocably when you’ve only heard stories or seen pictures of them? Very improbable. Then, you tell me that she loves this man for the rest of her life, even though there is another man who loves her, a man she is definitely not worthy of. Oh yeah, this is why I have a huge problem with Nuria Monfort.

It broke my heart to see Miquel Moliner being reduced to loving such a woman as Nuria Monfort. The Miquel in his younger days is definitely one of my favourite characters even though he had barely 20 pages of screen time. The second being Fermin Romero de Torres who spews nonsense and plenty of wit at the speed of a bullet train.

Despite my having problem with a couple of characters, this is definitely still a book worth your time. The part narrated by Nuria Monfort is only less than 1/10 of the book anyway, and Daniel Sempere did grow a spine in the end so all is well. I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book. This is the kind of book that makes you want to finish it all in one day, yet at the same time, never want to finish it. I admit I was spellbound by the book. Very magicky!

A well-deserved 9 out of 10 for The Shadow of the Wind. I would definitely recommend this to anyone…above 15. =)

I have eaten more rice today than I did for the past month.

I have a feeling my stomach holds a grudge against me, because it hardly ever tells me when to stop. Usually it isn’t a problem, because I try to watch what or how much I eat. But when you’re studying, with your nose half-buried in the book, you don’t usually look at how much you eat or even what you’re eating. At least, I don’t.

So I was eating my packet of rice for lunch, you know those where 3/4 of it is rice, while doing Add Math exercises. And before I knew it, the white I was seeing was no longer just rice. Imagine the horror! I usually don’t even scrape the top of the mountain of rice.

Sure, my stomach does what it’s supposed to, that is to digest food. But it would be really nice and thoughtful of it to just give me a gentle reminder when I am overstuffing myself. In fact, it’ll only grudgingly let me know that I’m full 15 minutes after I stop eating. Whoever has heard of such a thing?!

There were countless of times after a meal when I really wanted to throw it all up. Pfft. I’m well on my way to become a bulimic with this uncooperative stomach of mine.

Since we’re on the page about poems, here is my favourite poem from our Form 4 syllabus.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

In school, we were taught that this poem is about making choices in life, about individualism and non-conformity. And I was quite sure that that was all the poem was about. I loved it for that, because it rings true with what I try to tell myself. There are so many choices to make in life, how should I know which one to choose? So choose the one that not many has chosen.

But now that I’ve done some research on this poem, it turns out that it is one of the most analysed poems in American poetry. Apparently it was written by Robert Frost as a jab at his friend Edward Thomas, whom he used to take walks in the woods with. Thomas always fretted when they had to choose a path to take and wondered if they had missed out on a better path. And this poem, as interpreted by critics, is actually about regret and rationalising our decision.

I won’t claim to be an expert in literature so I cannot say for sure which is the true interpretation of the poem. But then again, literature is open to different interpretation. And to be honest, I do prefer the first one about individualism and non-conformity. But somehow I believe the persona is really just comforting himself. Because in the last stanza, he is saying to himself that he will say “I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference,” He cannot possibly know what the outcome is, yet he has already told himself it will be this way. Doesn’t it just go to show that he has no confidence in his own choice?

To have made up your mind about something that is not yet certain, could mean only two things: you are overconfident or you have no confidence at all. And I don’t think the persona here is overconfident because he took such a bloody long time to decide which path to take! Therefore and therefore, the persona is really just trying to convince himself, “I won’t be wrong,”

It happens to the best of us. We always have to make decisions, to take one path means to not take another and as humans, we can’t help but to wonder what the other path could be like. What if we made the wrong decision? What if the other path was the way to go? What if we could have made it to the top if we had made a different choice? So we tell ourselves, we have to be right.

But you know what, our decisions and the choices we make, are what makes us us. And there’s no use crying over spilled milk! It’s true that the other path may have been the better one for me, but this is the one I took, and this is the one I’m going to live with.

And this is the one I’m living now.

much_ado_about_nothingA 1993 film, adapted from William Shakespeare’s play. This is one movie worth watching! The plot is nothing spectacular but the lines are so witty that you’ll find yourself laughing from beginning till the end. =)

It’s a romantic comedy about Claudio and Hero who are to be married in a week . During this week, they conspire with Don Pedro to matchmake their friend Benedick and Hero’s cousin, Beatrice. Don John, however, jealous of both Don Pedro’s power and his affection for Claudio, plans to sabotage the coming wedding.

My favourite character would definitely be Beatrice, who is whip smart and very likable. But I thought the character Dogberry, who did play a part in the capture of Don John, was very unnecessary and rather poorly portrayed. Believe me, he had far too much screen time for my liking. And Keanu Reeves as Don John was a complete letdown as well.

Other than that, I thoroughly enjoyed the movie, especially the scenes with Benedick and Beatrice. The verbal sparring between the two is much too good to pass up! The movie is fun, upbeat and definitely worth 2 hours of your time. What more can I say to convince you to watch it? It’s a William Shakespeare comedy!

You can read the entire play here.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

William Shakespeare

…when your mom threatens to password-lock the PC at the beginning of your week-long holiday.

Been so exhausted.

I woke up every day feeling as though my head was going to pop. I peed in the toilet every morning with my eyes closed. I plopped onto bed after school every day and slept in my school uniform. I asked my dad whether we were going home every time he fetched me from school even though I already knew the answer.

BUT it is now the holidays and I am going to sleep for 10 hours every day, watch one movie every day, read something non-school related every day and of course do at least 3 hours of Add Math everyday. Will begin the holidays with a bang, a whooping 12-hour sleep tonight. =)

I already have my list of things to do after exam. Have you got yours?

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Add Math was a nightmare. LITERALLY.

I came home, took a nap and dreamed about it for one an a half hours. I know, because I woke up feeling as though I just finished another Add Math paper.

What am I going to do?

…feels like this today:

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Pretty damn proud of herself, I should think.

I know a lot of you out there would not appreciate this post but let me have my day please. I have not had enough sleep or a single really good day for the past week, and that has pretty much taken a toll on my sanity. I needed today.

And the icing on the cake? The string for tying up the papers was yellow! I knew yellow wouldn’t fail me. =)

Will be sleeping on the way back to Malacca. Moon Cake Festival. Yum. =)

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