Bonjour. Si vous voulons me chercher, vous êtes venu au faux endroit.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
alrights, so mood: grumpy, if you come near me, great otherwise.. hehs right now The Family is watching some chinese historyish sorta show like some emperors dying or something like that.. :/ wow, the most interesting show ive ever seen.. pardon the mood, its this book that i started reading.. sorry jessie no offense to your reading taste but jodi picoult is annoying me like crazy.. its okay if you keep switching between all the characters point of view from chapter to chapter.. its even okay if you use different fonts for each of them; make some kinda statement or evoke the character maybe? but do it tastefully for goodness sake! with style! theres no artistry in this at all, just the spinning of words words words.. dont know about the rest of the (i guess) thousands who helped make her books bestsellers but.... omg i think this book of hers seriously panders to those wishing/hoping/wanting/*insert another verb* to indulge in i dunno, something along the lines of self pity.. there is really something for everyone.. like the mother whos doesnt really have a life cos shes always putting out fires.. or perhaps in this case the dad whos really putting out fires.. the sibling who seems to be insignificant.. the one whos had a lost/unrequited love.. the one who feels neglected.. the list goes on forever.. i must hand it to her though. from such a relatively small cast of characters she is able to appeal to so many different kinds of people wanting to feel sorry for themselves, or at least wanting some source of comfort that their course of action was justified though it may not seem so.. i mean, looklook here are some that apply to me:
My mother moves so fast I do not even see it coming. But she slaps my face hard enough to make my head snap backward. She leaves a print that stains me long after it's faded. Just so you know: shame is five-fingered.
i mean like seriously, i would find it really hard to believe that theres any child who has grown up without their parent(s) ever raising a hand against them.. and yeah i suppose this kinda reminded me of when my mum slapped me, well kinda. i dont remember when, i dont remember why, all i remember is the disbelief, the (imagined, i suppose) heat radiating from the hand print, the use of incisive words meant to hurt in order to buy some time so that composure can be regained, so that the tears welling up will somehow evaporate or leak back down where they came from.. (i kinda forgot what we were supposed to learn in secondary school about the eye..) so yeah, something like that.. and what about this:
Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
hmm really? you mean i like to maintain this aloofness thingy because of that? *vigourous eyebrow raising ensues* i am more inclined to think along the lines of white oleanders "loneliness is the human condition".. even if that book isnt accurate, at least its way more poetic (not in a obsessive way), way more thoughtful, way more artistic, and dozens of other adjectives you just plonk in there.. (why does it seem like im always coming back to that book?) but i suppose, if youre trying to write a bestseller and make your book applicable to just about half the world, you would have to have something for somebody on every page and try to end every section with wanna-be one-liners.. i guess in that she has succeeded.. i wonder if she really does feel for her work.. :/
anywaysies. so much for that book.. but i guess im finishing the book. i wanna know what happens. yes, i know. incorrigible.. give me one hour without interruption and ill get back to work.. oh yes this moods probably quite good for the writing of the adventures of ninny the spaceman.. read away i shall..
and yes. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLA! :) hopefully youre feeling somehow different from any of the other days of your life, though i doubt so heh..
8:29 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
