“wHeN tHe gOiNg geTs toUgh - tHe touGh eaT cHocOLate…”
There was I…on one fine evening, after a hard day’s work at the office. As I was browsing through the shelves, exploring the best selling featured and new releases in line. The pleasure of visiting a bookstore..indeed there are plenty of beautifully crafted masterpiece- written, designed, illustrated produced and packaged for people who love books. These books are not necessarily for readers, though that may be presumed, but for lovers of books as objects and as essential parts of a certain lifestyle..What a sensual experience. The books appeal on variety flavours, and you can’t help but respond emotionally…
As I was flipping through the books at the best selling section, there’s this one particular book that caught my attention. Yes, it could be because of the catchy cover in shocking pink that enthrall me at first, but the saying goes, “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover”. And yeah-indeed it’s far beyond that which makes me almost immediately indulge in the book.
Namely, ‘The Chocolate Lovers’ Diet’ by Carole Matthews…
I have to admit I was drawn to it because I am a die hard Chocoholic. I didn’t really know what to expect of her writing but having to glimpse into the contents of the book that day, I know I wouldn’t regret on investing in the book- even though I find it quite pricey for a non-hardcover novel *sigh*. Well, sometimes, I just wonder why publishers couldn’t sacrifice some profit margin so that books can be priced cheaper. Perhaps the government should provide tax incentives so that publishers and other players in the book trade can stay competitive while flooding the market with affordable books- and in a way, could help to increase Malaysian’s reading statistic to a more respectable number, don’t ya think?
Anyways, i thought of sharing my thoughts on the book and whatever else my brain pokes at. I wouldn’t call this a book review since I myself just starting to indulge on the sweet and bitterness of this choclit’ flava story of friendship. It’s more like my expectations and what actually ticks me to read along…
So the question is, will it live up to my expectations?
Survival tips for times of stress
1. Take deep breath
2. Count to ten
3. Eat chocolate
It’s not a book with profound meaning, however it has such a "real" feel to it, you can almost feel you are going through the same predicament. The Chocolate Lovers’ lives not exactly going in the direction they’d hoped. However, Carole Matthews has brilliantly woven lots of humour into it, and set a belief that with strong bonds of friendship, even the bad stuff has some unexpectedly good pay-offs!
I just couldn’t wait to find out what the girls in the book were up to. So far, the storyline is superb, and I found it absolutely un-put-down-able! I just had to keep going. Yeah- as much as I’m craving for chocolate, you could say that I’m craving for even more sequel too! This is simply an irresistible novel as I could feel myself being in the characters’ shoes.
So, now you know how I became fat in the first place, right? I’m just one of ‘em…who else could you blame on?
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KiLL tHe KiLLeR!!!
With the rising trend on sexual assaults against the young, Malaysians indeed have expressed shock and anger over the murders..but is that enough to force a change?
I felt terrible and sick to see this kind of news appearing on our daily papers, yet it seems like the norm. We are ordinary human beings and I just cannot imagine that there could be such animals amongst mankind. Have humans evolved into beasts? I do not know how to express my outrage and anger anymore. I am just sick of it. Despite expressing our shock and anger, what more can the society do?
Considering the grief and trauma of the victims’ family, I do not know what we can do to the rapists who get caught. Whatever mandatory penalty is enforced, it still seems like the crime rate would increase. Mandatory canning or even a lifetime sentence in prison may not even be enough. I believe the murderer will not want to be seen by anyone around. Ending their animal lives will be good to reduce future risk.
It’s not murder when you kill a killer, y’know – it’s justice..You cannot see that justice is served, until the murderer is given the sentence he deserves.
I believe that this world would be a better place with the death of every sex offender of any kind. The fucking scumbag indeed deserves to die so as to make sure he never lays his dirty hands on children or women again.
I personally think that if you let other people know the reason the scumbag got killed is because he was a rapist, killing a rapist would act as a "scare-tactic" for other rapists. And if the rapist that gets killed is a serial rapist, several women will be saved.
Yeah- the quote “cruel to be kind” actually make sense now. I also believe with any serious crime a jail cell with nothing but the ground is what these people need in order to serve justice. No food no water no basic living standards no whatever. In the days that they are there they may feel some of the pain that was felt by the child, teenager or adult they took the liberty from.
Oh & I am also a firm believer that people that continuously rape should also be castrated (ouch!), but then again people that rape often improvise with other methods apart from their genitalia..so, d’hell with ‘em..put them in a cell, and watch them suffer & slowly die!
The society on the other hand, must play an important role also, Parents should play a role in educating and protecting their children, as well as government and schools. Do not allow them to go out by themselves in a lonely area.
Living in fear is not what we want. We only want peace and freedom. I simply feel that the world is no longer a safe place. It is sad to say that, but then life is always beautiful and full of hope. If all of us can make an effort to change, life can be better. It is up to us, up to every individual.
Last but not least, may the souls of all the victims rest in peace, and find happiness in heavenly bliss.
.: R.I.P :.
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We fought…yes, again & again & again & again…
No surprise…yes, to no surprise now.
Every now and then, there’s bound to be a fight. And after a nasty squabble with him, you tend to keep your silence. Just play along. Play safe.
The anger will then keeps boiling inside you…Yeah- it will drive you nuts! But after a while, after you have recovered from your hormone-disorder, or shall I say after gaining your emotional-stability…you know that you are ready to forgive-n-forget…then you know you are ready to kiss and make up…
Let’s quench the drama, deflate our anger and get back to our fun & loving-selves (the way we used to be)…
There we were…Wednesday, 19th September 2007…A special day indeed for a special someone…
As we stepped into the restaurant through an ethnic wooden entrance, we were greeted by the sound of gong and our ears then will warmly be treated to soothing sounds of the traditional Sundanese Gamelan that can be heard in the background. The setting is just breathtaking. Screw the stupid mood swings and crankiness we had before this, this place was just so cool and refreshing that I sort of forgotten the rock I was weighing on my shoulders…I didn’t think anyone would ever want to think of anything else but to have a good time here. As for me and my other half, we truly cherish the moments we had during that magical night…
Ambience is something that Bora Asmara boasts..and you’d have to be blind to not notice the Balinese influence at Bora …from the Balinese gargoyle stone lamps to Bali thatched roofs. The ramadhan buffet dishes served were truly divine too (yummy!)…Not to mention the awesome quartet that tinkle your jingle by playing golden oldies and lively Spanish beats that make you wanna sway to the music. Infact, I did dancing to the tunes when they played the splendid Poco-Poco song with their acoustic guitar, saxophone, conga & percussion.. (Sorry dear, dont mean to embarrass you! & NO, I’m NOT on ecstasy ok!*hehe*)…Bottom line is, this Bali inspired garden eatery is simply exquisite & splendid ! (Credits to Zaza! *wink*)
What makes the night more blissful is that, it is indeed a romantic get-a-way to celebrate ma boo’s birthday under the moonlight..Yeah- here we are…As we kiss & make up…
Aha, & of course the best part during every meal is…DESSERT!!! Indeed we had a soul-satisfying one..Cuppacakes for my darling!! Such pleasure to enjoy it. Pure.sweet.bliss.
“You’re my Honeybunch, Sugarplum Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You’re my Sweetie Pie ~ You’re my Cuppycake, Gumdrop Snoogums-Boogums-snort, You’re the Apple of my Eyes~ And I love you so and I want you to know, That I’ll always be right here…And I love to sing sweet songs to you, Because you are so dear!!!”
Hope you’ve enjoyed your birthday,dear…May your wish comes true~…
.: MAKE LOVE, NO WAR :.
BiG giRLs DoN’t cRY~
I just don’t want to cry myself to sleep anymore…
I’ve lived a good life I guess one can say but lately I sort of feel like “SHIT” (pardon my language but that’s exactly how I feel like)
What am I doing? just watching my life goes by? People are always saying that these are the best years of our life to go out and enjoy them and I don’t know what; I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore…you know what, I just want this feeling in me to go away!!!
I want to feel like my life has meaning and somebody out there cares and could someday love ME…for who I AM…Not because I changed into something they could love…or someone that could look past my smile and see how I’m hurting deep inside and just hold me till it went away…how I wish~
“Sometimes you are too busy loving someone you forget to love yourself”..Yeah- I heard that warm advice before from a wise pal of mine (thx dude for ur concern), but I refuse to take it seriously..Cause, nature of being me..when I love someone, I love ‘em really hard…I know it may sound stupid, but I do believe that ..if you truly, truly loved someone, then you’d be able to realise that it’s OK if you don’t get enough affections in return..True love gives and expects nothing in return; a true unrequited love…It’s a peculiar thing~
Well I guess — Fergie’s right…“Fairytales don’t always have a happy ending…” But I’ve got to get a move on with my life.. If I let this prolong, I’ll suck myself back into the delusion.. I might as well do things for myself, keep busy, bury myself in work and keep searching for what I truly want and need…
I guess I’ve been able to get by these weak moments by writing down exactly what I’m feeling at the time, it comes out in a jumble of feelings and thoughts, some not so pleasant, but in the end it actually helps and I don’t really have to rely on someone to be my crying shoulders… I’m ok now…I guess I should keep strong and keep my head up, indeed there are better days ahead…
Its time to be a big girl now…And big girls don’t cry~
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I love the STRONG bonds i have with my amazing hommies from UTP (#ReTaRd cLaN). Eventhough we only meet up once in a while cause everyone is pretty much busy manning their own life, career, relationship, family….Well, umm…marriage-to-be, maybe? (especially for yunk & ryna lar.. & not to forget, Zaza, which is also in the queue too k! ngahahaha~)
It’s so great knowing that after soooo damn long, we finally met up with each other and it’s like each and everyone of you has never changed (except physically-lar. Mine especially ; with vast development of my body figure i shud say *yikes!*) Indeed each of us still living with the same ol’ habits and unique behaviours. These are the friendships you should cherish forever. Thru ups and downs* Thru sorrow & joy* Thru tears or laughters* Thru fights and make ups*
Yeah-We’re rare I cud say, but I’m simply lovin’ it.
KAMI = US = BFF = & yeah-It’s all about friendship…
As Nirvana’s Kurt Cobain once sang, "Our little group has always been, and always will until the end."
Friendship forged in the days of our youth is forever.
& yeah, girlfriends…I’m so lucky to have you guys in my life!!!
Recaping the moments we had@ Chillis, Bangsar yesterday.Those juicy gossips we catch up on & silly jokes that made us laugh like nobody’s business. Not to mention the flashbacks of incidents in UTP we’ve had which some we hope the memoirs will last forever (yet some tragedies we wish we could forget instantly)..*wink*..
Without realizing, time do flies really fast..We actually had 3 hours of non-stop chit-chating whilst eating (even though most of us hardly touched the food anyway–Must have felt guilty after seeing Ryna’s super-slim body figure i ges..Attagirl~)
haha. i miss you gals!
we need to hangout again soon. For buka puasa, maybe?
xoxo love you, bff !!!! =]
uNdYiNg LoVe…
Prayers for my NYAYI = GRANDMA—she’s not looking good. She has lived a full life, i think she’s almost 88 years old. She’s paralyzed plus currently having breathing difficulties which occurs quite frequently, nowadays… Despite her deteriorating medical conditions, I always admire her feistiness and strongwill. I just hope that she’ll be ok and will be discharged from the hospices-she-hated-so-much soon.
HOLD ON NYAYI. Hadn’t seen her for nearly 1 YEAR— and finally gotta meet, hugged & cuddled her so tender lovingly.
PLEASE pray pray pray for the recovery of my nyayi… HOPE YOU WILL GET WELL SOON….Before it’s too late, I just wanna express my gratitude and my undying love and affection which goes out to you, nyayi…You’re simply the best~ I truly appreciate your sacrifices and contributions all this while…THANK YOU..
So yeah, I guess you could say that my life revolves around my family…and I truly love and treasure every minute and precious time I spent with ‘em…
I love you, nyayi…I will always do…
SUEY DAY ON MONDAY
What a way to start the week! I was in a mad rush today trying to catch the komuter when I ended up stranded in a long queue with a lousy malfunctioned ticket machine which seemed to be rejecting and puking over bank notes.
Thought that I might already be late, I changed my mind and rush over to the carpark to hit my ride to the office instead. How jinxed am I when I realized that a complete disaster has happened: I LOST MY FUCKING NEW WATCH (which I just bought on a 50% bargain during the recent weekend)!!!; which might have slipped whilst I was running around like a mad lady who lost her child…pergh!!
Damn, I was cursing myself whilst hitting the pedal on the fast lane when suddenly…"Thud!!!", the distinctive sound of the car striking something reverberated throughout the vehicle. Like a drunken driver, I immediately swerve my car to the side of the road only to realize that indeed there had been a puncture on one of my front tires. What a bummer! All this just adds up to the emotional storm which is making me feel very, very miserable..
Given it was late already, I tried calling those who were close to me via my cellphone for help. Knowing that they couldn’t do much since they are far away from where I was stranded.
Looking like a damsel-in-distress with “muka seposen” obviously showing in my face, all hope seems to be lost and I am already planning to limp all the way to the nearest workshop or petrol station available, when suddenly my knight on a white steed appeared. Or rather a gentleman in a BESRAYA PERONDA van came to the rescue.
This gentleman though, bless his heart, took time to teach me how to fix on a spare tire. He went to great lengths to instruct me in the fine skill that is fixing on a spare tire while insisting that I took a hands on approach, so that I would be able to help myself if I ever find myself the same predicament again. Just like a certain wise sage teaching a fella to fish instead of fishing for him/her. All this without asking anything from me. Infact, when I tried to offer him some token of appreciation he kindly resist the offer indicating that he is doing service for mankind. Ah, I get this warm fuzzy feeling knowing that good and sincere people can still be found among us. Thank you again & May Allah bless you on your kindness and assistance.
It was somewhat rotten luck for me as the whole tragedy was indeed a valuable experience, however I appear to be fortunate enough for something like that happen to me early so I would be ready in the future (considering if I can still recall the techniques to fix the flat tyre-lah…heheh =P)
Bottom line is, i’m just glad that I finally survived this possibly most dreadful day of my life (& still breathing!). Hell, I’m proud of myself!!!
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