Zac Efron Vs Robert Pattinson

There is a war going on. Apparently I did not know until I came across a poll asking me who is hotter. So, I voted. I was surprised with the result. I am not talking about the old Britney Spears versus Christina Aguilera poll. Nor the so-yesterday issue of Jennifer Lopez versus Mariah Carey. Or the poll of who is better - Beyonce or Rihanna. I am talking about the male heartthrobs poll - Zac Efron aka High School Musical slash Hairspray versus Robert Pattinson aka Twilight.

Not that I am not aware of teenage heartthrob. I think the earliest I was aware of was Shaun Cassidy of the Hardy Boys fame. This should not be a surprise because one, Shaun was in a famous teen detective series, two, he is blonde and three, he was adorable. Was.

Shaun Cassidy of Hardy Boys

I was aware of the fanatic crushes over Elvis Presley and also the Beatles, which of course still poses funny question of why the mob hairs?

In the 80's, there was a big hu-ha over Michael J. Fox who had steady female fans going crazy over him when he was newly mega famous in Family Ties. Of course Michael also got the girls hooked on him in Teenage Wolf and the big box office success Back to the Future saga.

Michael J. Fox in his famous red jacket,
back when he was younger and more adorable. ;p

Of course Michael J. Fox's good fortune in being a teen male idol did not last long. A replacement was found when Kirk Cameron smirked his famous smiles in Growing Pains. He was a hot item then. I don't really recall who replaces him as the next teen idol. Jonathan Taylor Thomas?

Kirk Cameron as the cute Mike in Growing Pains

Of course in the 90's, when Titanic was remembered not for the giant ship that sank but as the movie that got all the girls crying for Jack, Leonardo found himself to be the new male idol then. Oh, the stories I had heard, including one where girls would attend a Titanic party, and they would sit in a round, playing the Titanic soundtrack to see who would recall the movie best and be the first one to cry. Shucks! Did their mothers know they were out? Sheesh.

Leonardo Dicaprio, unsunk by the Titanic.

I think boy bands always produce heartthrobs. In the 80's there was Jordan Knight of the New Kids on the Block fame to make the girls scream. Somewhere along the line, came Back Street Boys with Nick Carter and Nsync with Justin Timberlake. Of course we know where Justin is now. Nick? Hm. Errr.. And although Nick's baby brother did not make as many hits as Nick, Aaron Carter did have a huge following.

Aaron Carter. Where did the baby cuteness go?

And of course I am moving to the idols that lead me to this topic. Zac Efron. Scream!!!! Well, since High School Musical, there is no looking back for this guy. Of course many girls will tell you all the reasons why Zac Efron is the best and the coolest, which makes it too easy for him to win the MTV Awards. That series, plus Hairspray's success, Zac Efron is easily one of the top searched names in the internet.

Zac Efron

After Daniel Radcliffe, it is interesting how novels can help to mold another heartthrob. The success of Twilight depends on the ability of the actors to deliver, and Robert Pattinson convinced girls around the world that he is the loyal and loving Edward, who is all out to be obsessed and to protect his love subject, Bella.

Protective Edward, I mean, Robert Pattinson.

And Robert is winning the polls. Either there are enough ten lunatic fans of Robert to go clicking many times on the poll, or that Robert does have more fans than Zac Efron to make this world goes round and round.

This? This wins the polls?

Well, if Zac Efron and Robert Pattinson are not careful enough, especially with the hairdo thing, perhaps someone else would benefit from their duels and emerges as the winner. I don't see Nick Jonas of Jonas Brothers fame having much problem to build his own fan base. Sure, these three brothers are not enjoying the limelight as big as Hannah Montana. But then again, remember that Beyonce enjoys a greater success on her own, than as 1/3 of Destiny's Child.

Nick Jonas

Robert Pattinson may win today, but when New Moon arrives in November, will his fans stay faithful to him, or they are going to jump ship? I mean Taylor Lautner makes an interesting shapeshifter.

Taylor Lautner, as Jacob in New Moon, Twilight

Lau-nnie World

My blog is a little too late. I bet there are already several blogs ahead of me to comment on this, but I just can't resist it.

Why did Andy Lau, Hong Kong superstar, show up for the funeral in Malaysia in the first place? Is the old man who passed away really his father-in-law? Is Andy really a family member? To us, he is just an actor in many films and sing a few famous songs. What's the connection here? It's not like he marries Carol Chu after thousand of years courtship. Why hide under the umbrellas?

Are umbrellas that cheap in Malaysia?

I never like Andy Lau. The same goes for Shah Rukh Kahn, but that is a different story. Andy Lau seems to be obsessed with himself. I am not comfortable with that. I had seen his movie, and his earlier ones would always be forced to show him as the devastating good-looking one in the film, which I begged to differ. And picking Edison Chen and everyone telling Edison how he looked like a young Andy Lau? Pleassseee.. Edison Chen sleeps with women.

So, how old is Andy Lau? I still cannot get over the rumors people say Andy Lau does not like woman. Is that the reason he is not married? And it is a disgrace to pull Andy Lau into this funeral scene. Have a pity. An old man has just passed away. The attention should be on the old man. Why did Andy Lau has to show up and steal the attention away from the funeral scene? That poor, poor old man.

Sad that I am the only one in my family who does not like Andy Lau. The rest of my family are crazy over him. Sheesh!

I wonder who is the most silly one in the funeral?

• Andy Lau for showing up, and being criticized for everything - from showing up and stealing the spotlight, and to be reminded that he has kept Carol Chu too long unmarried for whatever the reasons may be. I already got one theory, and it's related to the rumor.
• The relatives for allowing Andy Lau to walk in front of the procession, although he is not married to Carol Chu???
• Carol Chu for not paying respect to her father at the graveyard when the procession ends?
• Or the stupid Andy Lau's fan who grumbled about Andy Lau not coming out to greet his fans when they waited so long during the funeral day to see him. Like hello??!! It's a private affair, and someone just died. Why would you want to make this your issue?
  

Okay, after all the commotions and criticism through the net and sms-es and newspaper, Andy Lau showed his face. Too late. Get a real life, Carol. Your father raised you to be nobody's fool.

If You Are Reading This...

Someone in Malaysia does not want me to read. Not only me. I think someone in Malaysia does not want Malaysians to read. Well, perhaps I should be clear on this. That someone does not want us to read books. Newspapers - no problem. Books? This is a no-no.

Let's go random. A book like Twilight, written by Stephenie Meyer. It is priced at USD10.99 in Amazon.com. In Malaysia, Kinokuniya is selling it at RM35.23. This is funny considering the fact that an American earns around USD46,859 a year, which makes that USD3904.92 a month. A Malaysian earns around USD8,141 a year, which is translated to RM28570.91 a year, which means RM2380.91 a month. This means that to buy and enjoy a good novel like Twilight saga, just to learn more about Edward, Bella and Jacob, an American spends 0.13% of his monthly income while a Malaysian spends 1.48%. I thought Malaysia is the poorer country relatively? (By the way, the numbers are taken from International Monetary Fund).

Now, Twilight is a mass produced book, due to popularity, which means the price is lower. If one wants to get books that got rave reviews but not high in printing and circulation, the price can be easily RM50. Which means 10 average meals.

I have been looking for ebook readers. It is so much easier to find ebooks online, and there are a few good bargains. But guess what? Ebook reader is practically not in existence in Malaysia. If there is any consolation, there is no ebook reader sold in Singapore either. There is one ebook reader seller in Batu Pahat, but I'll come back to that later.

Let's look at the famous ebook reader - Kindle. A check on the price on ebay, so that I have an idea of how much I have to pay for it.

A kindle in Amazon.com is priced at USD299. A check on ebay.com.my, I am looking at a Kindle at the price of RM1,757.35. Plus deliver charge of RM85.60. Of course, the Malaysia is kind enough to make things tougher for us to read more, because there is that 30% tariff, which means RM527.21. This means that to own a Kindle by ordering online, I have to pay RM2370.16. Why Americans complain about paying USD299 for kindle is beyond my understanding.

Here's another famous daylight robber of the poor nation - Bebook. Bebook is USD279.99. According to ebay, this book is RM1,395.02, with delivery charges of RM98.76. Thanks to Malaysia custom, there will be a tax of RM418.51. This means I am paying a total of RM1912.29. Yeah right.. I feel super rich enough to buy this.

Okay, the cheaper popular version of ebook reader which is said so often on the news - USD100 cheaper than Kindle. It is USD199. In ebay, I find one that is priced at RM862.61 + delivery charge of RM36.30. Of course uncle tax is RM258.78. This means I have to bleed a RM1157.69 to get this device.

Okay, and then there is this twin brother of Bebook, which is known as Hanlin. Hanlin is one of the two ebook readers that can be found in Malaysia. The shop is located in Batu Pahat. It must be due to cheap land there. And the dealer does not accept paypal nor credit card. From the reviews, I have to say that this is the best in the market, as it is able to read many version of ebook files. Yeah, funny right? Each company that produces ebook reader tries to make sure that the ebook used in the reader that we pay for must fit a certain file extension the company wants. Blood sucker. Hanlin ebook reader can read almost all version of ebooks there are.

So, how much is Hanlin? RM1399. Of course there is no delivery charge and no tax. But still, RM1399. It's like squeezing every bit of my blood drop just to pay for this.

Of course there is the cheaper version - Ectaco Jetbook.
The cheapest I can find in ebay is around RM704. With a delivery charge of RM73.94. Plus tariff RM211.20. This means I have to pay RM989.14. Why Ectaco Jetbook? Because it can be used to read a number of files too.

Of course we can go with the non e-ink ebook reader - Ebookwise, which is only USD109 or USD139, depending on the memory size you want.

The battery lasts only for 15 hours, unlike the other ebook readers. And it reads less formats unlike Hanlin or Jetbook.

So, my government is not sincere to encourage me to read, huh? Why are these so expensive? And I am not even talking about a typical textbook from America, which may cost easily RM100 to RM200 a book. Check out those Economics textbook price. Money kills.

Something has to be done. Get rid of the tariff. Get the ebook reader in. Penang has a Sony factory but we don't have Sony ebook reader. Funny.

It is said that a Malaysia reads an average of two books a year. Gee. I wonder why.

I Love You Beary Much

There is a story to this. And yes, I am a man with a stuff toy teddy bear. Why not? I think it is cute. Not that it was meant to be mine. Not that it was meant to be for the one I had bought for.

So, this is not a funny story. But I got the chance to tell it, so why not?

It was close to Valentine. Some 5 or 6 years ago. I met someone whom I did wish to have a relationship with. It was new. I was given mixed signals. I was not sure. So, there I was in Gurney Plaza Parkson and I saw this teddy bear among all the stuff toys there. This one was catching my attention. It has the pitiful face looking back at me, like those little puppies in the animal shelters crying 'Pick me! Pick me!'. I could not resist myself. After thinking for a while, I bought it. As a present to that someone for Valentine.

Ok, the tricky part here was that I was not even sure if that someone liked stuff toy. Or if so, should it be a teddy bear? One thing for sure, I bought it because I liked it and hoped that someone liked it too. So, it is true. Sometimes, when we choose a present, we choose it because we like it, and not because we know the other person likes it. We buy it because no one buys it for us. Bad bad us.

So, I bought it. I was almost broke, but I bought it half-hoping it would be rejected so that the teddy bear would stay with me. I did also hoped it would be not, so that the teddy bear would be shared.

And... it was rejected. So, it was a heart-breaking Valentine for me. I left the teddy bear in the box I had wrapped for months, before I decided to forgive it and took it of the box, and earned a place beside my single pillow on my single-occupied bed.

And years from then, it looked dirty. I was worried about washing it. I did not want it to be damaged. So, I Wikihow it. Someone instructed.

Does it look fierce. Someone commented that. Only then I did realize that I have an angry teddy bear.

Into the pillow case, it went.

Guilt was building in. What if it failed? Would I be killing my teddy bear?

Anxiety built up. I was a little worried.

The teddy bear survived. I had never seen my teddy bear with a wet look. :p

And there I have it. My teddy bear is all bright and cheery.
: D

Taylor Swift - You Belong to Me

So, what happens if your neighbor happens to be this really hot, cute guy with a look so dreamy, it makes ice melts? You want him? No problem. Just follow these 17 easy tips.

Taylor Swift - You Belong to Me

1. Make sure that your parents let you have the room with window that faces directly into his window. And the rooms have to be so close that you can see each other's pores. Remember! Directly opposite windows, and really close!
2. Stalk him. Watch his every move when he is in his room. When he is on the phone. When he is unconsciously unaware that you are looking into his room.
3. Oh yeah! Look geeky.
4. When he hangs up the phone, make sure that you are there, writing weird remarks on white pieces of papers to talk to him. You have to. Text messages are too expensive.
5. Make sure to write 'I love you' even if he is no longer watching. Especially when he is not watching. Nothing helps like a feeling of desperation.
6. Do your dances when his bind is closed. Remember to look all geeky and nerdy. Dance like there's no tomorrow, coz you'll never know when he is watching.
7. Purposely hang out outside of your house on a bench, under the hot, bright sun in your geeky glasses, waiting for the hot boy next door to show up. This should get his attention not to ignore you. Make sure your hair is as dry as dry leaves. And oooh. Let him touch your hair.
   
8. Play jealous, to the hot chick arriving in her hot car to pick him up. Look desperately like you don't have a chance. Desperation accelerates determination.
9. Go to the school game. Dress up like a nerdy school band member. Instead of playing some music, move your lips like you are singing.. sing anything. Especially about how this hot boy neighbor belongs to you and not to the hot chick, who is looking superhot in her cheerleader outfit.
10. Look sad and desperate.
11. Continue to move your lips, while the hot boy finds out that hot chick is cruising another hot boy.
    
12. Go hang around the window again. Hope that he changes into his tux when you are watching.
13. Pretend that you are too busy for the dance night. Look sadly at the message of 'I love you' on your bed, written for him, although you never really have the chance to date him to know him well enough, to know if you actually do love him.
14. Show up for the dance night, looking like a young Cinderella, all beautiful and lovely.
15. Get the hot boy next door attention with your Taylor Swift look.
16. Get the boy.
17. Remember to look like Taylor Swift. Anything less, you won't get the hot boy.
    

You Can Kiss Me on a Sunday

Ye Olde Rhyme:

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child born on the Sabbath Day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

Oh, it's confirmed! All gays are born on Sunday!!

Singapore!

Well, there are several reasons for me to admire Singapore. Compared to Malaysia -

1. Singapore is clean. C.L.E.A.N. It is so clean that even Malaysians are scared of littering when they are there. Not that they are worried when they throw plastic wrappers on the street, or out of their moving cars. I have seen that. I had imagined before chasing those cars, and throw the plastic back into the cars, but one, I was worried that bully drivers, and two, my bike could not move that fast. And three, I was lazy. But Singapore! Phew! You have to admire the fear instilled in the early Singaporeans which eventually becomes a discipline that makes Singapore clean. Well, in the city area. No one really counts areas further away. For example, Golden Complex (??) near Bras Basah is a disgrace. But still.. I admire Singapore's cleanliness.
2. MRT! Without it, I won't know where to go. Not that it helps I get lost often inside the station. But at least I know where to go with MRT. Don't even tell me about the bus, which is efficiently on time. In Malaysia, I dare not to depend on public transportation if it comes to important appointment. Like hell I would let my life be screwed up by buses that never show. Still, MRT is reliable, although I have to admit that it is getting more crowded now.
   
3. Metro Men. You can see them. Muscle men. Hunky men. Men with good arms parading down the streets like having arms like that all God's gift to them since birth. They are more health-concious of their body appearance. Given another ten years, I bet it is the city of metrosexual men who are easily understood as vain gays.
4. Sexual Display. I have been to Vietnam. Thailand. Cambodia. And it is only in Singapore, you will see the young boys hanging on to the girls like they are going to escape anytime when they let the girls go. They are glued. I admire them for their comfort for public display. Really.
5. Everchanging. I was in Singapore a year ago. There were drillings, and buildings. I was there last week. There were drillings, and buildings. It was like a non-stop city metamorphosising into something grander. There is an excitement - like what is going to come next in Singapore!

So, I must be really happy to be in Singapore? Not really. I am happy for a few reasons. My relatives are there. I am happy to be there to see them. But the currency conversion kills.


But that is not as bad as what I dislike most. The Singapore custom. There is something about that does not please me at all. Maybe it is just me. Maybe it is not. But I hate seeing them, although I am one who carries nothing illegal. They are disturbing.

You will notice the sign - No photos to be taken in the building. No doubt about that. The working people there are the unhappiest people in the world. Really. They have sour faces that kill blooming sunflowers within 3 seconds. I don't know if they are trained to look like that, or they are just pissed off with the thousands over visitors who are walking through their paths each day. Which interestingly, someone should remind them that it is the Tourism Ministry who is persuading many to go over, to spend our monies in Singapore, and make Singapore richer than it already is.

But someone obviously fails to tell these working people in uniform behind the counter.

It is like being sent to detention, once I walk into the custom. The working people are like tormentors. They suck your happiness away once they open their mouths. I said good morning. I wonder now why bother. It was not like I got a smile. I got the interogation. Which was entirely stupid. I have been a visitor to Singapore for 18 years, and I was taught to leave the address blank. I never had any problem before. And this time, she questioned me. Like I had stepped on her cat's tail. I was made to call my relatives to ask for the address. What was with the inconsistency? 18 years, and now they want that?

Just like two years ago, where a working person behind the counter looked like he was so pissed off when I wrote 'city after' - as Tanjung Pagar. Anyone could have mistaken it as the city I am heading to, after the custom building? He looked so miserable in correcting my mistake, like he had already told me 10 times, and yet I wrote it again. 16 years, and no one commented, and suddenly a newer generation of working people in Singapore custom who may be wearing too-tight g-strings got upset.

If they are so upset with Malaysians, why invite us over? Go and find some white asses to kiss. I bet if I am Caucasian, they would have bowed down and kissed my shoes and lick my toes.

Listen with Your Heart

I don't do kara-oke.

Think of Cameron Diaz in My Best Friend's Wedding. She sucks, but she gets applause. I suck, and that's about it.



I don't know why my friends don't believe me when I tell them I don't sing. They don't. I don't mind hanging around them when they sing. I enjoy their enjoyment. But sometimes, that is not good enough. Friends, being friends, want to include me. And that's when I become worse than just feeling uneasy.

It's like they keep passing the mike to me and say,' You can. You can one.'

And I'll say, 'No I can't. I cannot sing. I sing horrible.'

And they would say, 'I also cannot sing. But I sing also.'

Which is bullshit, because they can really belt out the songs like they may have a slight chance at Malaysian Idol.

And after my refusal and their pleading, I sigh. I know what I must do. I take the mike. And I sing.

And as expected, they realize. 'Oh shit! Jonathan is telling the truth! Shit! He cannot sing one!'

But it's too late. Coz they are hearing me. I am singing.

So, when my eyes meet theirs, their silent expression of horror turns to uncomfortable smiles, pretending that they are not wrong. They try to be polite and smile to tell me that I'm ok, but I know. I suck big time.

That's why I don't do Kara-oke. It's torturing for my friends. It's torturing for me.

Funny Movie Caption

"I said I want McDonald's Drive Thru,
and for the last time, STOP calling me ROBOCOP!"

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They come in the cutest forms. They are funny.

Once, I was teaching this sweet girl in A-Level. Sweet and innocent. Well, in my class, she was. Outside of my class, I would not know. I gave an assignment. Simple. Just demand and factors that influence demand. She was attentive enough to know that I did suggest several ways of writing. She identified the point, explained and gave elaborative example. I should be proud of her. But she was making me laughing.

She kept talking about the demand for hard disk and the demand for floppy disk. She got the relationship right. Price drops --> customers buy more. Except that she kept talking about how people want floppy di*k. And some like hard di*k.

Please replace * with c.

It was difficult for me to correct her. So, I asked her classmates to do so. She blushed. And I had my only ever surrounded assignment on the demand for hard di*k in the market.

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How about another ex-student who copied internet articles into her diskette and then did the convenient task of copying the url from the saved files? I ended up with assignment with a full list of

Reference:

Merdith, K. Ways to save money. A://savings.html

Nordith, J. Possible savings. A://households.html

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When students handed up their assignments, I can tell which students have not been paying attention. Thank goodness this round, I am seeing less. I cannot afford too many hair to drop. My bathroom drain is collecting way too many hairdrop of mine.

I had told my students before. When I sweep my floor, I don't really find dirt. I am sweeping hairdrops.

Anyway, I am still puzzled how blur one of my students is, this round. I guess the word Error! does not mean anything to her.

The Mouse Ran Up the Clock

I don't believe in writing about my work. If I do, I have many things to say.. but I am not. (Although my stand on blogging on ex-colleagues still stand. :-D But I have to blog about this. I have been attacked.

For weeks, it is no secret among the colleagues that we have ratatouilles living among us in the office. No, they don't cook us food. No, they don't run up the clock. We don't have one. The mother bred and now, we are dealing with ratatouille juniors, except that we don't know how many.

Sure, I had heard of their accomplishment. The mom was already caught, and no one knew what to do about it. The last time I saw it, it was left in a trap, on the staircase, where my college students were able to view it. Talk about marketing.

The b-rats, however, are still around. I knew one chew my colleague's mouse wire. Yes, envy. One mouse after the other mouse's supposedly tail. I cared not. I did not even care when they chewed through the thin cover of my colleagues' container, which contained now tainted biscuits. Yucks. Bits of yellow chewed cover could be seen on tables and chairs, and the can of biscuit laid below my table, after it had fallen. I did not care. In fact, I thought my colleague should had known better.

Until it got personal. The stupid b-rats attacked my plant.

Look at my poor chewed up leaves. What stupid rat would want to do that?

This one's a goner. It was chewed off.
I know I should be worried about the plant's survival...
..but anyone notices how dry my fingers are? And the lines.. Hm.

Well, it's of no surprise that no one can really pinpoint where the b-rats (although I imagine them being bigger now) are hiding. Look at the number of boxes we have in the office. Boxes after boxes, and no one knows what to do with them. Not wanting to be called as the complainer and not the initiator, I took out one big box of really old stuff and put it outside, just to be told by my boss that it did not belong outside. I had to move the box back in, to stand beside all those other boxes, that no one wants, but no one knows what to do with.

I am just waiting for the day when these boxes injure me a little, and I am able to stay on medical leave for days. Nothing like breaking my leg. Nope. But good enough for me to file a proper complain. And then, they will clean up the mess.

This has to be the mother spaceship.
I think rats breed here.
I think animals breed here.
I think lost civilization of Amazon is here.

Day Two: The mouse knocked down the cat.
Yup, my colleague's pink cat had a great fall.
And it's not even a crap.

And the rat chewed more.

I should do something for my plant. I think a funeral is inevitable. I should done it today at work, but I got busy. Sigh.. And to think that my first plant is stolen.. My second plant is raped.

Sophie's Choice - She's Back

I was not planning to blog anything like this. My blog is new - I thought of only blogging about silly things that had happened - to me, around me, on me and about me. You know - silly me, silly job, silly management, stupid management and crazy ex-colleagues. (It's never safe to blog about current colleagues. They read.)

I am a slow reader but I am a fan of Sophie Kinsella's work. I had fallen in love with Kinsella since I got my first copy of Shopaholic. Since then, I became a collector-a-holic for anything Kinsella, minus her Madeline Wickham's books. I am still puzzled about the need to release books under two names, but this is not a blog on that. This is a blog on my new FAVOURITE book - Twenties Girl.
Lara's boyfriend has just dumped her, without any explanation. Her business partner, Natalie, went away for a holiday and never came back. She's stuck with a job title as a small headhunter business parter, but she has no clue on how to be a headhunter. Her uncle is the rich Bill Lington, who owns chains of coffee cafes and has a snobbish wife and a spoilt daughter. Lara's parents are nice, but they are too worried about her condition since the boyfriend break-up thing. Her sister is enjoying her suffering.

Lara's luck takes a turn when she is the only one in her great aunt's funeral who is able to see her great aunt's ghost - a 23 year old ghost, who is looking for her missing necklace. And since that Lara is the only one who can see her, young-looking great aunt Sadie pesters Lara into helping her.

I was giving up a little on Sophie (If you are reading this, Sophie, which I doubt you would, 'coz you are so busy... but if you are, uhm, I'm lying.). I did not buy Domestic Goddess. I mean, I bought the book, but I did not accept the idea. I mean, a business woman knows how to cook a good meal after one lesson? Hell, I still burn fried eggs after so many years of cooking. Remember Me? is a nice book, but it is nothing like Shopaholic series (minus the one with the sister thing - what was that all about??) and Can You Keep a Secret? I am a major fan of these two. Remember Me? failed to impress me because it painted the female lead as a bad person. And I did not see any reason to like the male too.

But Twenties Girl brings back the Kinsella I have learned to love. It is a funny book. Sometimes, as I read along the book, I wondered of the necessity to delay getting-to-the-point thing, but Kinsella has the magic to fit the whole story nicely. I felt for Josh and Lara. Because Kinsella wrote it such a way. I did not feel for Josh and Lara. Because Kinsella wrote it such a way. I felt for Lara and Ed. Again, because Kinsella told me so, in the book. It was delightful.

I read slow. But I could not get the book off my hand. I finished reading it within 2 days, minus the office hours. I was addicted. There were moments I laughed out loud (now I really know what LOL is really about) that I did not even care if my neighbours would think I was crazy. Those were the moments I could believe that only Sophie Kinsella's crazy and funny female lead characters are capable of doing.

It is a good book. That is why I actually decide to blog about it. And it makes me falling in love again with Kinsella, and make me proud that I am a fan of hers. Gosh, if only I can read another new work from her now. :D

10 Sentences I Like BEST!!!!! ;-p

1. Jonathan, due to the screw-up of the banks, your credit cards are now zero. You don't have to pay back anything. It's ok. We admit it's our fault.

2. Jonathan, here - RM1000 increment. And please expect bonus too. Nothing short of 5 months.

3. Jonathan, no need come to work this week. No electricity. Don't worry, we'll still pay you.

4. Is this Jonathan? Congrats. You are our Citibank lucky winner. A trip to San Francisco. And make sure you put a flower on your hat.

5. Is this Jonathan? Someone left in his will a bungalow house in Pulau Tikus area for you. Don't worry about the assessment rate every year. It's taken care of.

6. Really sorry, Mr Oon. We do not know how that RM1,000,000 got into your account. We'll just leave it there. It's ok. It's yours now.

7. Here. Go America. Stay there one year.. Travel around. All free.

8. Hi Jonathan. This is Sony. We want you to test free all Sony electrical products. We will deliver them to you everytime we have a new product launch - handphone, LCD, Blu Ray Player, Laptop etc. And we'll pay you.

9. Thanks for saving the economy, Jonathan. I mean, Tan Sri Dato' Jonathan.

10. Jonathan! Paris Hilton is so in love with you. And so is Zac Efron.