Latest Movie Watched...~

Monday, December 29, 2014


This post is about the latest movie i watched with my hubs last thursday... On the day of xmas here in Melaka. He took me to watch the 3rd sequel of Night At The Museum. Did not expect much from the movie but i am must say, it was not a disappointment. Not great but not boring either. I would rate it 3.5/5.. See not so bad, right?? Laugh and such was there. So here is the poster...~ Those who have not watch, may would like to consider to watch. 

Next, i would like to watch the local act named "Terbaik Dari Langit". Watched the preview on tv last week and i felt, i should really watch it. I guess the movie is quite different.. Then i watched meletop last Tuesday and i found out who the director. Instantly i said this to myself, i must watch it.. Not because he has won many awards for KIL but because he is my friend. Not close.. But yeah... We were from the same class.. And i always believe, we ttdi-ans should support each other.. Dia tahu ke tak tahu ke, that is a whole different story...

So nicky, I am so gonna watch this!!

Til my next post!!


Current Reading...~

Hello blog.

We are currently in the final week of 2014. In 3 days, we/ll start the new venture in 2015. I will blab the conclusion of 2014 in my next post. In the mean time, i just wanna share what is my current reading book.

Currently, i am reading this awesome book which i bought this somewhere in december 2011. I read only few pages then i was stuck with other matters which don't get me start on elaborating it which it will go on and on only GOD knows when i will stop. Started to read this book on Xmas eve which that explains why i just finished about the first 20 pages only.. Not that i celebrated xmas or what. Just that, it was a long holiday and i spent most of my days and nights out searching for our new house items.

Ok back to the book... I am just going to share whatever i googled here since i don't really know what to share... Again because of only 20 pages read. Nevertheless, i can say that this book just suit me fine. For some reason, i am into family kind of books lately.. Must be the ageing thingy... "sigh"... And i must say that this book is not a light book. Too many things going on in her life.. Phewwww...~ 

Ok. here you go... Oh yes, just for the record, this book had became a movie which of course i have not watch it. I believe it was never shown in Malaysia... Kot...

"Delightfully smart and heartbreakingly poignant, Allison Pearson’s smash debut novel has exploded onto bestseller lists as “The national anthem for working mothers.” Hedge-fund manager, wife, and mother of two, Kate Reddy manages to juggle nine currencies in five time zones and keep in step with the Teletubbies. But when she finds herself awake at 1:37 a.m. in a panic over the need to produce a homemade pie for her daughter’s school, she has to admit her life has become unrecognizable. With panache, wisdom, and uproarious wit, I Don’t Know How She Does Itbrilliantly dramatizes the dilemma of every working mom. (less)"
"I Don't Know How She Does It
Allison Pearson
Chatto and Windus £12.99, pp354
Allison Pearson boasted, in a recent article, that four working mothers had already resigned from their jobs and two had become pregnant after reading her new book (and that's before publication). I am not sure why she feels responsible for their pregnancies but I approached I Don't Know How She Does It with cautious curiosity.
The book began as a weekly Daily Telegraph column about Kate Reddy, a fund manager trying to 'juggle' (an inaccurate, vain verb) children and career. Kate Reddy. A pity about her name, I thought, and the battery-operated puns attending it. It seemed to pitch Kate, before she had a chance to defend herself, into strip cartoon.
This is what Kate believes: if you are a working mother, you must pretend to be childless at work. Should you wish to attend a school nativity play, you must concoct a professional excuse before scuttling off. There may be some truth to this: I know two female executives working for the same firm who lied to attend their children's sports day. Later, on opposite sides of the playing fields, they spotted each other.
Pearson determines to tell the truth about sports days, nativity plays and all the other, more insidious, working-mother-lies. She removes the gag from our mouths with a tremendous flourish. In particular she studies the way we dissemble, deny and hide our more complicated maternal feelings (from bosses, husbands, nannies, children and ourselves). She shows that 'having it all' is sometimes distinct from being able to enjoy any of it. What she describes is painful. But it makes grandly self-indulgent reading.
This is a book that could only come from a privileged place. Allison Pearson and Kate Reddy have fantastic luck: a good job, full-time nannies, husbands who cook (nice pasta dishes). Above all, they have the chance to complain extravagantly, leaving no lurch of the heart unmonitored. And they can choose not to work. It was only as a grateful member of the book's target audience that I was able to love every self-pitying minute of it.

Pearson writes with instinctive comedy: against the clock, with pressured panache. This is a bag/housekeys/money/mobile/got to go-style that suits its dashing - and dashed - heroine. Her writing is fun whether she is serious, trifling or merely describing the trifle constructed by an ambitious mother as 'the size of an inverted Albert Hall'. At no point is this a dreary whinge from the kitchen... it is a comic broadcast from the office. Pearson's jokes have a manic, hyperbolic quality, laughter that might at any moment tip over into tears. And she is a dab (or dabbing) hand at sentimentality.
I found it strangely restful to read about frantic Kate, consoled by what I recognised and what I didn't. Pearson is unflinchingly accurate about relationships between mothers and nannies - controlled jealousy, suppressed criticism, qualified gratitude. She observes finely, too, the way working mothers are needily over-attentive to their children, compared to comfortably off-hand, permanent mothers, but mercilessly sends up 'Mother Superiors', whose children are their careers.
I am in sympathy with most of this. But I have never once baked - let alone faked - cakes in the small hours to impress any school. Kate, as the novel opens, is to be found inflicting GBH on Sainsbury's mince pies in the hope of giving them a dented, homemade look.
In an afterword, Pearson thanks her husband, Anthony Lane, for adding commas and semi-colons but the parentheses, I swear, are all her own work. Read Pearson for these anything-but-throwaway asides: 'Mysteriously, childcare, though paid for by both parents, is always deemed to be the female's responsibility.' Or: 'Is it coincidence that we spend far more than our parents ever did on the restyling and improvement of our homes - homes in which we spend less and less time... It is as though home had become some kind of stage-set for a play in which we one day hope to star.' Or: 'When I was younger, I wanted to go to bed with other people: now I have two children my fiercest desire is to go to bed with myself.'
There is a poignancy about the under-written account of the children in the novel. They are encountered, mostly at night, waking up to reclaim their mother. They suffer a version of attention deficit disorder (it's their mother's attention they lack). When describing children, Pearson cannot compete with Helen Simpson's Hey, Yeah, Right, Get a Life. The combination of passion and tedium is missing. Nor does she stop long enough to examine properly what staying at home might involve as Rachel Cusk does in her trapped lament, A Life's Work.
But then Allison Pearson is best at describing the away game (whereas Cusk and Simpson are under house arrest): Kate Reddy has a job, she just doesn't know what to do with it. One moment she says: 'I think giving up work is like becoming a missing person'; the next she is slavishly admiring a non-working wife. Pearson's book is not a manifesto, it is an ambivalent polemic, if such a thing is possible.
As fiction, it is an also-ran, and as a novel, it doesn't quite believe in itself - only Kate is fully realised; other characters strut into the book like amateur actors. Kate's father is a dull, contemporary version of Eliza Doolittle's dad, her mother doesn't survive characterisation. Kate's email romance with Jack Abelhammer doesn't altogether convince, although it lifts the novel - and Kate - into another place for a while.
'When I wasn't at work,' Kate Reddy complains, 'I had to be a mother, when I wasn't being a mother, I owed it to work to be at work. Time off for myself felt like stealing.' While racing to finish the book, in the evening, my children escaped into the garden in their pyjamas and started to fight fiercely. I could hear their yells as I reached Pearson's last sentence. But there is good news: I am not pregnant - and still working."

Have fun reading this...~

Til my next post


Days Before Xmas..~

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

What a cliche title. As if i am celebrating Xmas or as if i have friends who do. It has been a while since i last updated the blog, eh? Nothing had happened for the past few weeks except i was just a bit busy with work and kind of ran away from my room. So that explains why i barely touch the keyboard or go online.

By right, now i should start with my journals reading but unfortunately i am not. Wonder why? Maybe i am just overly nervous and kind of refuse to accept the fact that i am student now. A big responsibility but like it or not, i can never stop and go back to my old life or routine. Should find ways on how can i stick myself in front of my computer...

Speaking of that, i should get myself a PC at home. Highly needed... But due to budget constraint (nak masuk rumah bagai ni), i guess i have to put that on hold. Not saying my old small petite cute pinky laptop is broken or what. Cumanya the laptop is too tiny for this kind of work. Also me getting old, i think i need a bigger screen. Though i want to move forward, i should never forget to take care of my eyes.

Because of that, yesterday i ordered a smoothies blender through Lazada. I think, i will probably receive it on a day after xmas. Then i would start making a smoothie that is high with Vitamin A because my eyes are really in need of that. So more money needed on buying berries.. Sigh... Sabar ok.. Once i get to stay at new home, i surely be more stable than i am now. Sabar sikit ok.. Dah nak dua tahun sabar, takkan lagi 3-4 bulan tak boleh sabar...

Next, finished my previous book last Saturday.. Hahah... It took me a month to finish it (22 Nov - 20 Dec) but better that my previous one which the previous one took me 2 solid months to complete it.. Lol!! Anyway.. Officially started the new book last Sunday and done half of it on that day itself. Tapi semalam dah tak baca. Somehow, i refuse to read on weekdays' nights.. Wonder why.. Nevertheless, i like my new reading. Bought the book somewhere in 2012 and only now i have the chance to read it.. Bravo!!

Dorothy Koomson captivated readers with her international bestseller My Best Friend’s Girl.Now she dazzles us once again with a tale of love, friendship, and families—the choices that shatter them, the hope that saves them, and the little moments that happen in between. 
Kendra Tamale is looking for a fresh start and a simple life when she rents a room from Kyle Gadsborough. But against her better judgment Kendra soon finds herself drawn into her new landlord’s household: a young father in way over his head, a beautiful mother out the door, and six-year-old twins, Summer and Jaxon, with hearts full of hurt. Kendra has plenty of issues of her own, but this family seems to need her so desperately that she’s soon falling in love—with Summer’s constant chatter, Jaxon’s soulful eyes, and the sugar-laden Saturday breakfasts she invents. But when a secret from Kendra’s past resurfaces and the children are taken away by their mother, the only way to fix things is to confess to the terrible mistake she made many years ago—and the choice she makes now could break more than one person’s heart

This is the second book i read written my Miss Koomson. I am not saying she is a great author but she is not that bad either. probably i prefer Jodi Picoult's and Dan Brown's better. But if you are looking for a light chic flick book, i think Kommson's books are recommended. 

Anyway, have you ever wonder... Most of us prefer to watch movies and sitcoms done by the Americans but why when it comes to books, we are fond to get books from the British authors? Or, is it only me??

Anyhow, i just can't wait for the long weekend. Not that i am going anywhere.. I just need the extra days to do some home shopping. I have too many things in hands. Wish hubs is here with me to help me out but unfortunately he is not. What he can do is to keep on motivate me to keep on going...

Til my next update..~