reads (faedah membaca)

whoa... didn't know my "accident" could generate so many responses. so , i guess it's true la... if you want a lot of comments... know what to do; fall splat on your face! (more dramatic) and maybe break something. then wow! i'm sure there'll be milions of replies comin back. but, thanks anyway, for caring.

anyway, back to what i do best; which is uh.... well, whatever it is that i do best...

well, it's really hot and humid today. i finished "the blue dahlia" (anyone heard of it?). read it in 2 days. and what can i say? not bad.... even for a voracious reader like me. before you start applauding me, i have to say that i only and only like reading fiction. although, my mom is always nagging me to read more non-fiction. does the newspaper and dewan masyarakat count as n-fiction??? now, i know i know i know that reading storybooks (yea, fiction... chick lit, thrillers... all stories. maka, semua dipanggil storybook) won't make me any wiser and yes, let's not recall the frog under the tempurung proverb. hate that.

to brag a bit, i've tried a bit of shakespeare. but frankly speaking... apart from the narratives given in the book, i have to say that omgosh! why, oh why do you have to say in a freakin long page what i can interpret in a sentence? what thou writest is extremely long that thy givest my head to aches whenest i understand not thy writingst. give me prose anytime instead of poetry. what i can't deny is the obvious fact that the Bart wrote exceptional drama (very modern even for his time) and hell, even for a non-poetry enthusiast like me... his sonnets were... mind blowing in the least. yea, maybe i'm just sayin this because we have to learn sonnet 18 in school. so sue me.

also, i do realise that i make up maybe one tenth of the m'sian population who reads regularly. ok fine, label me a nerd. but i don't care. i like to read... i really do. it's not a hobby, it's just something i do everyday like, you know... watching tv or something. haha... told you i was a tv addict. well, believe it or not, there was one time that i absolutely loathed reading. my parents had to cajole, plead, scold, threaten,and bribe me into reading peter and jane 1A. hey, how come everybody grew up with peter and jane??? so, after i graduated book by book, my dad would buy me something. 1A was a man astronaut figure. 1B, i think was a melody churning grand piano (it was actually a jewellery box). and the rest... shall we say... was history. enough said.

" out dog! out cur! "
( from A Midsummer Night's Dream)

ok, i really really wanted to say that. *face-splitting grin*