Fuel My Mind. NOW!

Primax3. Latest from Petronas.
Believe me, gives your car the Uuummph you need. Power. No not the Power Ranger/ Ultraman/ Superman kind of power, gives your car Power-laH.

But since its Malaysia's state owned oil and gas company, why is it so hard to find a Petronas station? Why is it that Shell and BP stations continued to dot the Klang Valley like nobody's business while Petronas stays as rare as Enzo Ferrari? Ok. I can't compare two different things. But seriously, its hard to find, Hello? Help?

Blind?

No, not me.Stars are Blind.
I thought it was Gwen Stefani's new single. Paris does sound like Gwen.
Then I thought, finally she's doing something that is against the definition of dumb blondes.
StarsAreBlind, surprisingly I kinda like that song!

On a different note ...

I've never watch a single episode of Paris and Nicole's The Simple Life. (*Whoops, I'm still talking about Paris, scratch different note)
No. I did not finally made up my mind to watch that, but it was by mere coincidence that I finally see what its like. I'm not a big fan, no offence.
But upon seeing that show on TV, I guessed its true that stars are blind. They have no idea what feels like for those who had to work hard the make ends meet. All they did there were to mess things up, bring chaos, fool around and have a good time. Welcome to the new-age Reality shows. See how much things have changed. From Gossip Mags to Television, to online Broadcasting. I blame Technology.

End note:
I'm a BIG fan of Gwen Stefani. Not PH. Couldn't be bothered about Reality TVs.

Fly Dive

*Blurred picture was due to Mr F ly's request to remain anonymous, at death bed. He later sunk. May he rest in one piece.

What better ways to ruin a nice cup of coffee? Mr Fly decided to take a dive into my Caramel Machiato, cos he figured that he needed a coat of caramel to make him a ladyfly killer.

Lovely.

Expensive Hobby

I've been playing too much lately that I don't realise how much my cash is flowing outwards. Haha.
So much for the love of the game.

Technology is zipping past at blinding speeds. Everyone embrace new techs like a new religion. Following trends, keeping themselves up to date with the latest gadgets, go all out to transform themselves into a new age techies. Ah, not to forget, among the gadget freaks, lies those who are against tech-nifying themselves, the rebellious lot.

Ideantifiable patterns in a Gadget Freak :
1. More likely to include gadget-discussion in conversations.
2. Can name (in full) all gadgets that their eyes caught sight of.
3. Able to give you a full list of brandnames when asked for recommendation.
4. Most likely to carry the latest in everything; cellphones, PDAs, mp3 players, Laptops, BLUETOOH receiver stuck to the ear all the time (except napping time) *pretty much a VERY mobile person...A person so equipped with gadgets, I think that the excuse battery flatout/out of coverage is not effective anymore - practically not useable, cos you make yourself Highly available through the different channel you provide yourself with..
5. MEN : are more interested in gadgets than other woman. (signs of being gadget-obsessed)
6. WOMEN : finds gadgets more interesting that a yummilicious man standing in front her. (you're losing out to gadgets, guys)

What are we turning the world into? A world where real life interaction can be reduced to a minimal? Just for the sake of saving time and the cost of moving around; promising an ever expanding wallet that comes with all the other necessary savings? (Not forget to mention, the ever expanding big fat ass that comes with the expanding wallet...)

Big ass men in big ass cars, but driving ever so slowly I thought he might be thinking that he's cruising down Long Beach, California, taking in the scene, in his big-arsed car, ignoring the rest of the working class people. Guess what, big arsed car is so big that it left no space for people to overtake him. Just Grrreeeaaatt...

Anyone knew what to do to cure memory overload? Human memory, I meant.
Love my work, and I'm not settling down with a boring job just yet. The excitement keeps me going. Gets me out of bed every morning. I'm officially married to work. Cheers.

The Cure

Think you need to be a more patient person?
Try KL's traffic jams. Results guaranteed.

Thai Experience

The Thais sure know how to make big money. Cabaret show after dinner.
Highly entertaining and amusing. Impressive collection of costumes. I wonder what a Cabaret Show in Malaysia would be like, if its ever going to happen anytime soon.

Watching that, while digging into flame grilled pork cutlets and sipping Hennessy can be quite fun. She stole the Limelight. Among so many other girls. And Oh, put my Parents in the picture, you reckon it must be quite a Show, eh? Certainly not to be missed. The Shes, btw, used to be Hes, more precisely, a Kathoey.

Malaysians should learn from Thais. Car-Pooling is THE way..

The World Needs a Change. Big Change

Everybody whines and complains about the everyday jam they have to go through, in the mornings and in evenings.

I was thinking that why not some genius come up with a more brilliant plan to fully utilize the 24 hours given to us? Certain sectors taking the daylight, while others work by night. Perhaps with that we'll manage to balance out the volume of traffic, ie spreading the load across 2 "sessions"?

Alright, that's never gonna happen. But at least let me think that I'm a smartie pants. Make my day.

If you wake up one morning, to find the streets completely deserted, it'll make you wonder if the the aliens invaded earth and kidnapped the rest of the people while you're deep in REM.
Anyway, it's something next to IMpossible.

On another note...

We don't realise the little annoying habits we have, until we discover it one day. Have you ever forgotten to wear your watch one day, and spend the rest of the day constantly looking at your wrist, only to be reminded that you forgot to wear it today? In my case, the ring on my forefinger, which I'll play with it most of the time, move it around the finger, using my middle finger and thumb. Time crawled yesterday. I blame my ring.

A Thing for Numbers

While I was driving to work this morning, I had a rather rude encounter with lady driver, Malaysian style. She conveniently swerved in from nowhere and nearly hit my car. @#$%%*& (yes..I did curse~)

It carries the registration number : 4777. And I thought 47 (read in chinese and you might get the idea? - Dead). I have a thing for numbers, no, not calculations, but my mind does a quick shuffle with the numbers, and came up with permutations of the set of number. So with so much time spent on the roads, I guess I'm all about numbers now~ (I am sensitive to certain numbers, and I can permutate that REALLY fast. Like ZAP~)

But this particular morning, after the 4777 encounter, I saw 5777. *raised eyebrows* Hmm. Coincidence. My mind had already wandered off, thinking perhaps I'll get to see more of the 777 series?

I was stuck in a rather unusual crawl today, along the Besraya Highway. Not that it bothers me at all; I was entertained by Hitz.Fm's Morning Crew Rudy and JJ. Ever noticed that the songs played by the DJs always sound better than those you have on CD - even though they're the same song? I've tried playing the tracks on the CD randomly (to confuse my mind and make it believe that its just like Hitz.Fm - without a DJ and commercial breaks), I'll still find my itchy hands reaching for the "Next" button, or I'll keep replaying the same song that I liked. Perhaps there's no Next button when a song is played on Air, and I HAD to listen to it or switch Stations. But the thing is, no matter how much I dislike a song, I'll still listen to it (with an exception : KTownClan..I cannot tahan..). To make it worse, my car stereo comes with a cute lil' remote control, which means that I don't even have to stretch out to reach the "Next" button. Technology..sheesh..

Out on the roads...

I saw 6777. At another turn, 3777 and 2777!!!
*raised both eyebrows*
OK..Did I just saw 2,3,4,5,6 & 777, on the same stretch of the road?
It must be cool to have 777 on ya car number plate~ B*tch~

Eggs?

I'm so done with people betraying my trust over and over again. To me it was a harmless friendship, which I thought was going in a positive direction, but I'm always the one getting disappointed big time in the end. When harmless friendship was used to feed another's fantasy, it becames negative in every way. Not that it mattered much to me where all these are heading, but I just hate it when people start to take my efforts for granted.

I guess that I've come a long way to get the where I am today. I'm just like everyone else, learning from each day and turn them into valuable experience that I might need in the later days.

I was left speechless. Not angry, but disappointed of how I was manipulated in a way that I never imagined. All those things that seemed harmless to me now makes sense to me, that I've finally see the whole picture of how things are, from another perspective. Devastated.

With this encounter, I guessed that I've learned enough to keep myself more private. It's just disappointing to see my sincerity flushed down the drain just like that. In fact I was a private person all along, but I learned to open up to people to gain their trust, by going all out.

I just one innocent person trying to make a living. Leave me alone. =P

Sheesh. Did I manage to make anyone shed a tear or two? Chill. Just one of the bad eggs in the basket.

When I got home yesterday, I saw a HUGE lizard on the wall. *gasps* First lizard encounter. *grins* That "whiteguy" must have loads to savour in that cosy place of ours. Watch out. Serving Sticky Meeky thingy soon.

You've been MindFucked

Imagination has no limits.
It destructive when you actually believed in something someone else cooked up.
Your guts were endlessly warning you about it, but you often give the decisive power to your head.

And its a MindF*cking (copyright Thamby) piece of intel to discover.

From McD, Next to Somewhere

damn~ The previous location closed down. I know, I'm odd to be there at this hour. Haha. Screw Liberty.

From Starbucks, Somewhere

Time crawls. 2 more hours to go. I'm taking 2 days off, will be heading to Southern Thailand.

I'm leaving this mad dough chase. Opting for a place where people speak a different language I don't comprehend.

I'll have fun, don't worry.

When Dogs Howl...

It was past midnight and I was still wide awake. I was way past my usual bedtime. My room was dark, it was cold and the only sound reverberating around the 4 walls of my bedroom was the sound of the fan blades spinning rapidly.

Hooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwl...
(Followed by barkings of probably a pack of dogs..)
Howls & barks, howls and barks.
It went on for half and hour or so.

I lie on my bed and listen to them howl. I was expecting a dogfight to ensue, but it don't seem to happen. More howls and barks. Howling..could only mean one thing. According to people, dogs howl when they see things. I can feel the hair at the back of my neck standing..

I dozed off soon after.

This morning, I was listening to the radio as I drove to work. JJ and Rudy taking the airwaves as usual. When they mentioned about what a special day it is today, the first 666 of the century, the howlings suddenly made sense to me now.... Barks and Howls. =$

The Name of the Game

There's only one thing that can bring people from different background and places together, Sports. I'm still badminton-crazy, crazier than I used to be. The best thing is that, I've met people who have 10 times more enthusiasm than I do. Beat that. Investment bankers, lecturers, music teachers, those who work 9-5, brokers, students too.. People of different age groups, young adults and adults, those in mid 30s, mid 40s. We share the passion for the same game.

The fun of playing with a team who shares the same passion is beyond words could describe. I've always thought that it was all over ever since I gave up playing competitively. All over as in not getting anymore chances of playing due to the fact that I'm now here in a new place (5 years ago) whereas the rest of my badminton buddies were all scattered round the country. To start looking for people to play with is not easy, especially in college when most people I've met have never even play sports before. How disappointing.

My first outing with the team was a friendly match in Malacca. We travelled there in 2 cars, 9 people in total. The entire journey there was nothing but fun (besides getting stuck in a Massive jam all the way). Wacky ringtones (courtesy of Deane), when she start playing those with a tad too much vulgarities, all of us were laughing our stomachs out in no time.

I last went to Malacca 5 7 years ago. How much things changed. Looked different from what I remembered. A bunch of hungry monsters they are. Therefore, the first stop, the famous cendol store, which is located right opposite the Christ Church. Refreshing on a hot and sunny day. We proceed with the friendly game held at a badminton hall in Bukit China. 2-3 hours of serious badminton got everyone exhausted by the end of the session. We hit the showers, and we're out hunting for food. We stopped by the a shop which apparentlymakes the best "thong sui". Well, when people acknowledge a shop as the best, it makes everything taste nice, cos you've just been planted with a piece of intel that tells your brain, its good food you're eating (besides the fact that we're all Starving...) *grins* we cleaned out plates.

Immediately after that we walked around the corner, for satay (so can you imagine how much these people are capable of eating?) First round : 25 chicken, 25 beef. -_-''
Finished in less than 15 minutes. Second round : 20 chicken, 20 beef.
-_- 2 of the girls, only ate part of it. As in, eating only the top part, and not the fatty bottom. So they passed it to the other girl. Meaning to say, if they ate 10 each, the third girl ate 20. -_- and I bet her stomach is made of rubber. hehe.

Jonker Street was next. It was almost the same concept as Petaling Street back in KL, but somehow it felt different. Alot of cafes, Live music, alot of foreigners, and I absolutely loved Cafe Geographer. There's one thing about Jonker Street (or Malacca), Pineapple. Everywhere there are people selling pineapple tarts (and anything made from pineapple : cookies, juices and all other byproducts made from Pineapple..).
Narrow one way streets, LONG shophouses, satay, riceballs. I fell in love already.

I think my craziness can get me anywhere just to play the game I loved.

Unaffected by Urbanisation

I woke up to a bright sunny morning, it's rays piercing through the light drapery on my curtain rails. I've been sleeping for the last 10 hours. More than sufficient amount of shut-eye. Gentle wind from the outside seemed inviting, blowing ever so softly, stirring up the air around me. Softly stirring.
I saw myself standing by the balcony, taking in the scene, Ocean, as far as the eye can see, and the horizon, which creates an illusion of a fine horizontal line dividing the sky and the ocean. Geometrical perfection.

I'm at a beach front house, overlooking the Pacific. The sun, the white sandy beaches, the ocean, clear blue sky.I went out soonafter, wearing a white-Tee and boardshorts, with my shades on. Mode of transportation, a dune buggy. It's a rather common sight to see people moving around the small beachfront town in buggies, bikes, rollerskating and skateboarding on the streets, fairways and alleys. Young skaters challenged each other to pulling off kickflips, grinds and sick tricks, making the small town their ultimate skatepark.

On the beach, seas of sun worshippers found paradise. Armed with tan-lotion, shades and hats, they brave the scorching hot sun.

Off the beach, surfers looked like buoys drfting out in sea, trying to catch a wave or two. Most of the time, waves are gentle, far from the kind that pro surfers would be dying to catch, the perfect pipe. Most of the surfers out there were beginners, just trying to get a feel of what its like surfing, and trying to grab useful tips on balancing oneself on the surfboard, and surf.

I thought to myself, this must second to Paradise, if places were to be ranked in ascending order of Serenity.

Unaffected by urbanisation, highrise buildings are still at a minimal. People here are in touch with their surroundings, nature. A expansive animal kingdom, where animals roam freely in their natural habitat, which was also part of a reserved dense forestry. In this particular Zoo,
visitors do not walk around from an enclosure to another to see the animals. They travel in buggies. Dune buggies. I am the Zoo Keeper. Most of the visitors were adults, while the kids can enjoy other tour arrangements. Locals can either come with their own buggies, or rent one for a minimal price. While you might be thinking that dune buggies are meant to be used on sand dunes and beaches, it can do so much more.

The use of buggies is to create a feel of getting off the beaten track, going off road. The main focus is not only on how well you could manoeuvre that machine (and make it behave just as you wish; duH its a machine, there's no such thing as bad machines, only bad drivers) but to
experience pure nature and the animal kingdom. Special platforms and tracks were made to ensure that the weight of the buggies crossing (plus the drivers perched on top...) were evenly spread out, thus minimizing the damage done to the forest floors.

Animal spotting is not something visitors were guaranteed of. Most of the time, with a little bit of luck, they'll get to spot 3-4. Predators dont especially roam in broad daylight. But most of the visitors didnt mind, cos they were having even more fun riding the buggies than the actual
purpose itself. However there are daredevils who chose to ride in the cover of the dark night, which is also one of the options they get to choose from while deciding which tour package to take. Risky as it is, its obviously the most rewarding.

Every morning, my day starts with a ride along the tracks, carrying out routine checks ensuring that its safe. Being familiar with almost every inch of the forest, I could easily find my way around, although to most people, the place looked the same in all directions. It's like a fun ride through the dense forest every morning, which of course I enjoyed doing, with a co-partner, but there are other important stuff that we had to keep in mind, safety. We race each other to get to checkpoints and lookout points, and carry out checks on foot before returning to our buggies and proceed to the next checkpoint.

I woke up soonafter. It was a dream. I pretty much recall every detail.

A rather abrupt ending. *grins* Use your imagination.

This morning ...
I found...
A 5 inch long scratch on my front bumper, far right..
A dent next to the right headlight..
A gaping hole as a result of a dispositioned headlight..
A protuding headlight cover that will surely give me the advantage as if in a 100m sprint; two sprinters approaching the finishing line in what looked like a tight run, but in the end the one with a neck wins, cos he crossed the finishing line head first..

-_-'''

What You Call Travelling...

Not many of us have the privilege to travelling in and out of the country. For most people, it remains a dream until a time comes when your chance came.

Of course, there are plenty of travel agencies out there that offers attractive travel packages, which are affordable and covers most of the major attractions and must-see sites and landmarks of the each country.
No doubt that many would think that it is the best possible way to travel, in the most affordable way. To some, it is even better if the package offers visits to multiple neighbouring countries in the shortest time possible, at a minimal price.

Most of the pictures people snap are those of landmarks or famous sites, with them IN the picture of course, so that they can show the world that they have actually been to that place, with those pictures as proof. Hard
copy, if necessary.

How many of those people who brag and boast about their foreign experience actually learnt about the country itself? The different culture, the country's historical past, meaning of landmarks? I've heard of people who travelled around Europe in just 2 weeks, traversing and crossing borders of all the neighbouring countries, seeing all the things they should have seen while they were there, visiting all the sites and landmarks, snapped uncountable amount of pictures and so on...

When asked about what its really like being in that foreign land, common replies are mostly about the difference in the climate, oohs and ahhs about famous landmarks. Places they've been. Of which I'm pretty sure that all of us have read about, seen or heard in the wake of the internet, satellite tv and the easy access to information on other channels of the media. How many of them would be telling you about the difference in culture, how are they different from us and even the local delicacies. Must try food instead of must-be-seen-taking-picture with landmarks? Common. In fact I believe that everyone knows about famous
landmarks, so why share more of the same thing? Moreover, its just a pictures, like all others, and the only difference is that you're in it.

Of course all of these are just pieces of my mind. Before anyone wants to start throwing rotten eggs at me, perhaps you should ask yourself whether you really did learn anything more other than taking pictures with famous landmarks and crossing out more places on your list of Must-Go Countries?

I have to say that most tours that most agencies (read : all) out there only offer sightseeing tours of countries, I used the word sighseeing, because you are simply brought around,seeing places, perhaps learn about the famous place from what the tour guide has to offer. What if you get a rotten tourguide who only knew as much as a typical travel guidebook could offer?

Perhaps the best way to really learn about a country is to stay for a period of time. I've always admired those who had the luxury of studying abroad, who indirectly earned their chance of learning about an entirely
different culture, pick up a new language or two, learn about the place firsthand from the locals, and living like one of them. To even be learning about the street names and map the entire place in your mind
would be interesting. I'm not at all suggesting that we shun our home country for another, but I see travelling as an opportunity to learn more about other people, instead of just ourselves. Travelling can be eye
opener to alot of other things. Something that you cannot acquire and learn through books. You've got to be there to see and feel it for yourself.

As for me, I would not choose to travel to China, because I cant read. One of important things that helps you in finding your way and make a mental map of the place are the road signages. Not being able to read makes you feel like you're travelling blindfolded. Sis and Dad didnt get what I was trying to say when I told them that. They argued that I can always join tours offered by major travel agencies, cos most of the tourguides speak English. It's not like I cant understand Mandarin, just that I cant read. Not being able to understand wasn't the problem. Reading was. Not being able to tell exactly where you are on the map is next to travelling blindfolded.

It's frustrating at times when you constantly need people to translate the strokes of characters that doesn't make sense to you. Makes you feel handicapped. Plus, not everyone would actually take the time or have the
patience (or inequipped with enough knowledge to make the translation)(to translate the alien strokes to you you word for word, line by line. What I often get when asking people to read text messages written in complicated strokes of lines and curves, "AIyah..it's nothing one. Just a forwarded message." -_-''' I thought it would be better if they could just read them out to me, whether I understand it or not, rather than just tell me its nothing important (Hence the conclusion that not many people had the patience and expertise to do the translation). What amuses (and frustrates) me more is that, each time you try to ask someone to translate something, they are often at a loss of words. Which sometimes confuses me; its eitherthat person has such a vast vocab that he had difficulties finding the right replacement/ translation for a word, or he had limited vocab. Luckily I could still speak the language rather fluently, which makes up for the inability to read nor write.

Ignore if you are offended. High5, if you hear me out.

Mind of a Parking Ticket

You drive your car through the gates after you collect the parking ticket. Hunt around for a parking bay. "Stalking" shoppers spotted leaving the mall area to the parking lot. With a little stroke of good luck, you get a space before you even need to start stalking shoppers. Or spend minutes that tick away ever so quickly, while cursing under your breath on the car ahead of you who supposedly robbed you of the space that you've spotted from afar, which was rightfully yours (self claimed).

Then a lucky star came along, in the form of a shopper leaving the mall area, and walking towards that somewhere he parked his car at (Pardon the pronoun chosen (Him), just replace Him with Her if you were irritated by the fact that the Male are often regarded as the dominant gender.Whatever). So what we do when we see ourselves in such a situation is that, we car-stalk the shopper. Literal translation : we trail that guy and hope that he's leaving the place, not just walking towards his car and empty his shopping cart so that he can go back inside and buy more. (Malaysian style...) If he were to do the latter, he'd probably put a smirk on his face and waved at ya, handsignalling you that he ain't leaving just yet. (Perhaps at that point, you might wanna let loose some *beep* phrases...only to thank him for being such a nice considerate fella for letting you know before hand that he ain't leaving)

What are the odds that you lose your parking ticket even before you get into the mall? (read : drop it somewhere/simply lose it without you realising that it's gone..magically slipped through your fingers)

23 years of living, twice in my entire life, I misplaced (read : accidentally dropped) the parking ticket the moment I get out of the car. How can the same thing happened twice, both times when I was out with the same person (yes, you, the brokepocket halftermite), lost it in an almost a similar manner, both times at the parking lot?

It's almost hard to believe when I realised that I didnt have the ticket with me. Being a person of habits, it was almost a natural hand movement : to always put the ticket on the rubber mat thingy right in front of me, and to take it and slip it into my wallet first thing before I get out of the car, without fail.

I was spooked. SPOOKED. I was Completely Speechless. Words cant describe what I felt at that very moment I realise its happening again. It felt like it was a repeat of the first ever incident. Just that it was at a different location this time around, but it was the exact same story. I felt like banging my head against the wall. That is just silly. Sheer stupidity. Muahhaa..All I can do was to laugh it off, and thamby insisted that I should really blog about this..*slaps forehead*

Great day out. I discovered :
That all things black are considered Yuckie. Not edible.

The first CoffeeBean in KL that uses BM as the medium of speech. Rare sight and sound? There's always a start for everything. Perhaps this particular Franchisee believes in reaching out to customers, through the national language. Kudos. Two weeks old chocolate mud pie? Felt like tasting a piece of history. Yummy.

That we are supposed to look good enough for a timepiece to look good on ya wrist. Not the other way around. What I really meant was that, there are no such thing as an "ugly piece of work". To say that a particular TimePiece is not "cun" looking was as good as "you're not good enough for me, not the other way round".

*Enlightening..

Parking Incident

A : Eh..lu kelmalin park lu mia keleta sana ar, orang mau datang cali gaduh tau tak?
Me : *puzzled* Apa?
A : Kelmalin, lu pak lu mia keleta sana, lagi satu keleta datang nak pak tepi, saya kata tak boleh pak sana. Dia tanya kenapa lu mia boleh pak sana, dia mia tak boleh. Sudah mau datang cari gaduh lu tahu?
Me : *this is so F la..* Saya park sana tak block orang mia jalan, kalau dia park tepi saya dia block jalan orang la! You tak bagi tahu dia ka? Buat pa dia nak park tepi sayA? tempat lain tak ada ka? Boloh la dia.
A : Saya cakap sama dia, kata lu mia tak block jalan, dia sudah mau datang cari gaduh.
Me : Lu ada tumbuk dia ka? Kasi dia diam. *grins*
A : HAha. Takada la...Lain kali jangan pak sana la. Nanti olang cari gaduh, saya susah mia...

I want it too, because you have it.
I wanna eat this too, cos you're having it.
I wanna come along, because you're going.
I wanna park right next to you, cos you parked your car here!

WTF?!

I admit it was my fault cos I parked my car near a turn that was meant to be used to exit the parking lot. But I parked my car so nicely that a HUGE truck will have no problems passing by through without scratching/denting/crashing my car or others. Problem with the parking lot was that they didnt have lines that clearly define the parking bays. So we usually refer to the car next/in between a space and decide whether or not the car fits into the place.

Given my everyday experience with PS parking problems, I seize every opportunity (read : every inch of space) that my eye catches.

That donkey who insisted that He (I'm pretty sure that donkey's a He!) can park his car right next to mine is such a Moron. I'm already a half moron for parking my car there, and he wants to do the same thing and declare to the world that he's a complete Moron. If he were to park his car there, he will definitely be blocking the exit. What common sense does he need to make himself realise that?! Ugh.

Monkey see Monkey Doooo.

DVC Fever

Almost everyone got hit by the DVC fever. People flocking the bookstores, in frantic search for the bestseller, attempting to read (more like scanning through as fast as they could) the book before catching the most awaited movie of the year. Everywhere there were people holding copies of it, its a sold out. Even 2-3 days in advance. Thats how crazy people are about this movie.

Even those who normally wouldn't be caught dead reading a book join in the fray of last minute browsers/readers. 3 years back when the book was first published, most of the people out there weren't even bothered to read (except for fiction freaks and book lovers). Its the "in" thing; everyone is talking about it.

With increasing books-to-movies, comics-to-movies adaptions, at the rate it is going right now, we could only expect more to come in the near future. While animations seemed to have lost its appeal, book adaptions are taking over the silverscreen by storm.

With all the controversies surrounding the movie as well as the book, I reckon Dan Brown would be sitting back and enjoy the storm of controversies his bestseller managed to stir up.

Why is everyone making such a huge fuss over a novel? It only happened to be a brilliant novel written by genius writer. A piece so well written that it confuses the readers, get them lost in inside a story filled with clever blends of fact and fiction. What happens after one finishes the book is something very individual. Whether or not one let fiction becomes a fact does not matter to other people. This is something very individual. we cannot control what people can read or can't read, we cannot control what people can see or can't see.

If we were to say that faith towards a certain religion might change after reading the book, it doesn't work this way as faith always prevail over other elements that attempts to alter it. If it was that easy to shake a Faith that someone held, perhaps the question now is on the person's faith and beliefs,not on the book?

It's practically all over the news. The Church, Opus Dei, Albinos, Historians, fellow bookwriters, Plagarism and the list goes on.
By the way, reading all these stories are more interesting that reading about Bush and his plans. =P

Its a good book. There's no doubt about it. I guess people just have to kick back and relax a little. Life's is so much more fun than fighting over a novel.