Tuesday, January 24, 2012

the peach keeper

The Peach KeeperThe Peach Keeper by Sarah Addison Allen

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

"The New York Times bestselling author of The Girl Who Chased the Moon welcomes you to her newest locale: Walls of Water, North Carolina, where the secrets are thicker than the fog from the town’s famous waterfalls, and the stuff of superstition is just as real as you want it to be.

It’s the dubious distinction of thirty-year-old Willa Jackson to hail from a fine old Southern family of means that met with financial ruin generations ago. The Blue Ridge Madam—built by Willa’s great-great-grandfather during Walls of Water’s heyday, and once the town’s grandest home—has stood for years as a lonely monument to misfortune and scandal. And Willa herself has long strived to build a life beyond the brooding Jackson family shadow. No easy task in a town shaped by years of tradition and the well-marked boundaries of the haves and have-nots.

But Willa has lately learned that an old classmate—socialite do-gooder Paxton Osgood—of the very prominent Osgood family, has restored the Blue Ridge Madam to her former glory, with plans to open a top-flight inn. Maybe, at last, the troubled past can be laid to rest while something new and wonderful rises from its ashes. But what rises instead is a skeleton, found buried beneath the property’s lone peach tree, and certain to drag up dire consequences along with it.

For the bones—those of charismatic traveling salesman Tucker Devlin, who worked his dark charms on Walls of Water seventy-five years ago—are not all that lay hidden out of sight and mind. Long-kept secrets surrounding the troubling remains have also come to light, seemingly heralded by a spate of sudden strange occurrences throughout the town.

Now, thrust together in an unlikely friendship, united by a full-blooded mystery, Willa and Paxton must confront the dangerous passions and tragic betrayals that once bound their families—and uncover truths of the long-dead that have transcended time and defied the grave to touch the hearts and souls of the living.

Resonant with insight into the deep and lasting power of friendship, love, and tradition, The Peach Keeper is a portrait of the unshakable bonds that—in good times and bad, from one generation to the next—endure forever."
-Goodreads

This book met all my expectation. Why? Because I have read ALL Sarah Addison Allen's books and when you read an authors book, the book will speak to you back. The Peach Keeper was that book. It was a combination of everything - a fruit is concerned, with touch of coffee and its meaning as one of the main thing in the book.

But it also has the similarity towards where sweet tooth was an adorable character, friendship was beyond boundaries where you could never guessed who was going to be your friend, and a guy didn't have to be good looking and popular for you to admire.

In other words, the imperfection made the book perfect; just like the other books before this.

This book had also made me glued to the sofa and eventually forgotten my dinner. Well, we had one of my favourite dish (asam pedas) but since the book was too hot for me to stop, I ate the "peaches" out of the book first before I enjoyed what was in the precious platter.

It was also a good thing to read about my favourite character called Bay in Garden Spell. It made me wanted to read Garden Spell again. Well, Garden Spell actually brought me towards this high interest. I bought all three of Sarah Addison Allen's books from Kak Ida of BoooksofCharity. When Kak Ida was telling me that it would take some time for the book to reach Malaysia and for it to be sold at a cheaper price, I had actually given up hope.

I went to Kinokuniya several times and was dissapointed with RM99.50 for a price of the hardcover version. But things were redeemed once I surfed Kinokuniya's website again. It was sold at RM31.90 with 20% discount. So, it only cost me around RM25; which was quite cheap.

I started 2 days after buying the book but I managed to finish it in time; and with a smile on my face:)

It was a good thing. So please read.

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Saturday, January 21, 2012

bed of roses

Bed of Roses (Bride Quartet, #2)Bed of Roses by Nora Roberts

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

"Since she was a little girl, Emma Grant has always loved romance. So it’s really no surprise that she has found her calling as a wedding florist. She gets to play with flowers every day and work with her three best friends in the process. She couldn’t ask for a better job…

And on the surface, Emma’s love life seems to be thriving. Slim and sultry, she brings color into every room she enters, just like the arrangements she creates. Though men swarm around her, she still hasn’t found Mr. Right. And the last place she’s looking is right under her nose.

But that’s just where Jack Cooke is. He’s been best friends with Parker’s brother for years, which makes him practically family. But the architect has begun to admit to himself that his feelings for Emma have developed into much more than friendship. And when Emma returns his passion—kiss for blistering kiss—things start to get complicated at Vows.

Jack has never been big on commitment. Emma yearns for a lifelong love affair. And if the two are to find common ground, they must trust in their history—and in their hearts…"
-Goodreads

One of my closest friends made a comment in Facebook,"Aku baru habis baca Born in Ice by Nora Roberts. Terasa seperti zaman baca Judith McNaught je :D"

Yes, borned in 80s and been introduced to romance novel in the 90s, I would give the same opinion. Reading Nora Roberts books made me feel like a teenager again; the difference was the scenario and era whereby McNaught was going over tycoons and NR was showing a new, fresh millennium environment.

It did not stopped me, however, to think that both authors were almost perfectionist. I mean, romance novels, like it or not would definitely matched the bold with the beautiful. We would rarely read that an ugly girl ended up with someone Brad Pittish, Aaron Azizish, or even Gerrard Butlerish.

But then again, what was the fun part of romance novel when you already knew your expectation? Well, I would say that despite having a typical way of showing the flow of romance, there were elements like flowers, friendship and professionalism which made it more digestible and interesting and worth reading.

Maybe I was into flowers too much. Therefore, reading Bed of Roses was better than reading Bride Quartet #1, Vision in White. Perhaps, this book was lighter and Jack was more like my favourite character compared to Carter. Or perhaps the name Jack, with the attitude, made it alluring and kept me grinning.

Overall, the book was not too bad. Something for me to consider reading Bride Quartet #3, Savour the Moment.

Let's just say that this book qualified as a good book - the cover was excellent, the price was reasonable, thanks to BookXcess. And the story had flowers, and wedding, and work, and friends. And...a hot guy named Jack who...was patient enough with a girly girl.

The girl who shared everything including what happened on the bed.

Could Nora Robert made him more alluring?



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Sunday, January 15, 2012

something borrowed

Something Borrowed (Darcy & Rachel, #1)Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

"The smash-hit debut novel for every woman who has ever had a complicated love-hate friendship.

Now A Major Motion Picture - In Theaters May 6th

Rachel White is the consummate good girl. A hard-working attorney at a large Manhattan law firm and a diligent maid of honor to her charmed best friend Darcy, Rachel has always played by all the rules. Since grade school, she has watched Darcy shine, quietly accepting the sidekick role in their lopsided friendship. But that suddenly changes the night of her thirtieth birthday when Rachel finally confesses her feelings to Darcy's fiance, and is both horrified and thrilled to discover that he feels the same way. As the wedding date draws near, events spiral out of control, and Rachel knows she must make a choice between her heart and conscience. In so doing, she discovers that the lines between right and wrong can be blurry, endings aren't always neat, and sometimes you have to risk everything to be true to yourself."

-Goodreads

I do not know how to rank this book.

First and foremost, I bought this book out of curiousity since most people were dying to purchase this book at BooksforCharity several months ago. It was as if this book was really a must-buy. I would say the cover played the important role towards my attraction. I was a firm believer that "less-is-more". I also believed that I was not the only person who perceived that. My visits to book stores have proved that most of the pink books were sold out and that left the next buyer with the cover from the movie.

If I would judged the book by only its cover, I would be totally unfair. Let's talk about the language. As a person who only spoke English to those who would want to speak in English (meaning to say that I was not an English speaker), I would give five stars for using a simple and standard English. Well, of course we had to consider certain culture barriers - like how Manhattan and Kuala Lumpur differed in every aspect of the book. But hey, looking at it positively, understanding this book is just like understanding Gossip Girl in a form of writing and in a more matured way.

That left me to the characters. Okay. This was the hardest part to describe. I loved the fact that I was a person who loved antagonist than the protagonist. But I also hated the fact that in this book, the antagonist was a bit shallow. Or should I say, empty headed?

Darcy was in every sense limited her judgment towards beauty, shopping and being a leader. It was like reading Blair Waldorf in a book. But then again, I had always adored leaders. The heroine character, despite how intelligent she was, had skeletons in her closet. I mean, she was smart on paper but a dumb when it came to men. Rachel in my opinion, was a decent girl yet would not get my high five for being a role model character. She was just a plain hypocrite and a coward for me.

So, two stupid girls were chasing for a typical guy and you got a story. I might be too early to judge; so let's read Something Blue so that I'll get a different perspective.

So three stars (for now). We'll see whether that will change:)




Sunday, January 08, 2012

jalang-jalang cari makang

It was not that I had a 'thing' against people in Terengganu. Just because I had 1.5 failed relationships with their men, it did not illustrate my frustration.

You could not also say that I don't fancy just because more than eight Terengganu men called me "pongpuang" during Piala Malaysia match few months ago. Indeed, I screamed when I saw a boy who did not say or do anything beaten up by those Ganu fellas. It was true that I called them men without balls if they wanted to hit me. I hated their guts for being brainless. Well, in the first place, I was saying, "Takdo tolo ko?" But that was my accent and I believed they could not understand that.

But eight men versus millions of population out there seemed pointless. Okay, we plus 1.50 ex-boyfriends. It was still nine with point several zero percent of the people in Terengganu.

However, I did not know why was it hard for me to understand the fact that some accent could be really weird. I watched Jalan-Jalan Cari Makan this afternoon and felt that how could a famous program like that could be so unfavourable towards Terengganu accent. I remember my Terengganu housemate, Tanti who used to tell me that the accent was quite strange. Whenever the letter 'G' was not required, they would used it. Take example the word ikan which has been pronounced as ikang. In contrast to that, whenever the letter 'G' was required, they eliminated that from the word. Like "udan dang soton" which supposed to be pronounces as "udang dan sotong."

I used to laugh at that - considering that I was a barbecue freak. Both me and Tanti were wondering how was it going to be if we were to advise our friends to enjoy grilled "ikang, udan dang soton." We mentioned how hard it would be if I, as someone who loved to laugh about bad pronunciation, would marry a guy in Terengganu. I couldn't even stop grinning at a guy who has a short tongue and couldn't pronounce anything with 'S'. Like "sedap" sounded like "tsedap." I also could not imagine a guy who is in Malay we called, "sengau."

I just couldn't help laughing or going crazy with things like that. I remember laughing loudly at one of those annoying Chinese auditors who came to audit us last year. I mentioned "zero" and she mentioned "jillo". I called "Zul" and she called that person as "Joe."

Well, obviously laughing at one's pronounciation was my worst attitude. It became a habit in a way that I did not realised. Probably I had enough of people laughing at me during the time when I could not speak Welsh or understood pure English accent really well. I started to pick up so that no one laughed at me in the end.

It was also because I did not appreciate one thing which was very important. Something which was called language and culture. It was true that until today, I still can't figure out why the letter G must be something which determined Terengganu accent. I also found it funny on why Badrol Baktiar; the famous Malaysian footballer was not being called Badrol Bakhtiaq in Kedah. Or the fact that Negeri Sembilan people loved the word "jobo" to address a snob while other states were using the word "jubur" for something else.

I also failed to realise that most people are blinded by culture. Sometimes I even wonder how a man from Sarawak is making love to his wife from Kelantan. Do they talk? Or they would just used gestures?

My goodness. I became stupid thinking about all these things!

Yes, sometimes culture could be strange and funny. Just because our cultures were different it didn't make that the person who pronounced ikang, jobo or Bakhtiaq an alien to us. If the blood type was O then the person would be damn valuable should you need a blood donour.

Ultimately, cultures, in my opinion were something to be tolerated. For example, I, who had those problems with pronounciation managed to keep a relationship with a Pak Chak. Yes, I was a laughingstock back then when I mentioned that Sepet's nephews were calling him that. We in Negeri Sembilan did not have such title. Personally, there were times when I missed his Northern accent or differences but frankly speaking, there were other language which could substitute the awkwardness. We used English instead.

But there were cultures which were too awful to be compromised. This morning, I read an article about fish which were cooked while they were alive. The head was uncooked but the body was fried. Kosmo managed to catch my attention with this article. I posted the article in a group that I joined in Facebook and the reaction was " it was normal for something like this to happen".

Yes, lots of people ate bizzare stuff. But to let a creature to be half alive and half dead were totally horrendous for me. It was like keeping a clerk which has been beheaded by his boss everyday to do the same thing over and over in the dark office. Or it was like a keeping a wife whom you don't want anymore. Or some other things like that.

That fish, for me, had a very outrageous way to die.

But it died because of culture, wasn't it?

So, I'm asking you, working people out there:
We have office culture. The politics. The people who laughed at differences. Or the person who laughed at misfortunes. Or the group who loved potluck and dining out.

Are you living the culture, or dying in it?

pix credit: Kosmo: Odori

Saturday, January 07, 2012

sweet love

Sweet Love


My rating: 5 of 5 stars

"An irresistibly delicious novel about the power of love …and dessert. Like other well-meaning mothers, Julie Mueller believed she did the right thing when she secretly ended her teenage daughter's crush on Michael Slayton, a wild older neighborhood heartthrob with a penchant for Shakespeare and the pedigree of trailer trash.

Twenty years later, Betty Mueller has come to realize that was a big mistake. Her daughter Julie - divorced and raising a teenage daughter alone - is a workaholic obsessed with her career. And Michael, the one man who could make her happy, is the one man to whom she won't speak.

Now dying and determined to make amends, Betty stages her last great feat of motherhood by reuniting the couple in a dessert class where she hopes the sweetness of a chocolate almond Torta Caprese will erase the bitterness of a wretched misunderstanding.

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Shakespeare once pleaded though it will require more than poetry and passion fruit for Julie and Michael to renew their love.

It will, in fact, require the sweetest sacrifice of all."

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more
-A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

For some reason, reading this book makes me hum. I don't really remember the lyrics for A Thousand Years by Christina Perri but reading this book has made it possible. Plus, I strongly believe that the song and the book are really synchronise; knowing that this book is not just about food but also about a long lost love.

Imagine having a crush since you were small and you kind of hanging on that crush for quite sometime but eventually your fate is to marry somebody else. So, if that is your story, then you should buy this book. If you're still clinging to old memories and you feel that one day you'll meet your true love, so be it. Let's read the book together, shall we?

I don't know about how things can be co-incidental or ironic. This book, regardless the spoilers which I have read before this, has made quite an impact on me. I mean, my mum is not the type of person who cooks great desserts. But I know for sure that this book is a comfort after a car accident that I went through few days ago. My mum was with me in the accident and I'm appreciating her more after these days. I can't even think of a day without her.

This afternoon, I watched Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna; a love story which shows that love relates with time. I read this book during the commercial and currently shaking my head for some element of similarities.

Okay, let's be objective: this book is supposedly a cliche. Something which has all the normal elements of love stories. But the thing which differentiates good and bad authors are the research on things which they are going to write (in this book, it shows how literature can be romantic and desserts are not really for the diabetic).

A dessert book which makes you drool but at the same time teaching you that food brings people together:)

I might sound bias but when an author reads before she writes, the book will make you cry. I'm giving 5 stars for the effort and maturity shown in this book and I'm seeking for more of Sarah Strohmeyer's book after this.

And guess what? This book is my first book of 2012!

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Friday, January 06, 2012

mum bought her pubic hair

I hate my Facebook page. For the past few days I have been reading about someone else besides my friend's stories, my family member's updates or even my favourite authors latest books. Not to mention the latest score for football matches.

The purpose of me having an FB account was to ensure that I won't miss a thing. Reading Aaron Aziz' Twitter updates was not that important but what most important was that the FB page served the purpose of teaching me and nurtured me with knowledge.

I guess it did. When that someone else invaded my Facebook page, I felt disturbed. I also felt uneasy reading stupid articles about someone who was not my family, not a friend and not even an idol. My character did not include intervening any other people's privacy but in this situation, I was lured to do it. Yes, how could I not be? At least 10 percentage of the people in my friends' list have updated the same article in their Facebook and it showed a picture of a girl with thick eyebrows, puffy lips with red lipstick and a tudung which showed part of her neck. A 17 years old girl wore a lipstick like that and looked 27 instead. That was few years ago and at that moment, I did not fancy her that much. It remained until today.

First and foremost it was not because of jealousy. It was simply because I came from great school. During our era which was prior to the open certificate, we were only allowed to take maximum 10 subjects. We were based on aggregate so our numbers were going backwards. The least was the best. So, getting single digit aggregate with several As (which could be maximum 10) was normal for me. Hello....I was from one of the best schools in Malaysia and it was just normal for us! And getting straight As...well, heck, we got lots of people like that in our school!

We have also been taught not to idolise any other human besides Rasulullah and our parents. In our school, it has been advised that we should make ourselves as good human beings by learning and not by being a fanatic towards a person. So, it was a pity that even though we have great seniors with straight As or awarded as best students, we only aimed to get the same result but not to take that person as a whole. We have been reminded that human had flaws and getting good results was not everything if we did not managed to build our personality.

Our teachers were so proud if we managed to be someone like one of my seniors who appeared in Al-Kuliyyah several times. It showed how well that they have taught him and how influential the knowledge which have been bestowed upon him since he managed to present the practicality of what he had learned. I should also mentioned that he was not the only one who appeared in the television; there were too many of them to even being mentioned but we were not proud, we were just pushing ourselves harder. What most important was for everyone to see that we would eventually contribute to the people and nation.

So, my standpoint was just this: I didn't give a damn about academical success since it did not guarantee a child to take care of her parents during the period of illness. It did not constitute that a medical student with lots of As would become a caring doctor. It did not portrait a person's faith in religion. And most definitely, a record was meant to be broken, so, why should we stay to the old one? 17? Hello, we could definitely see more! And should we just stop at SPM?

Move forward, Malaysians!

We have more candidates coming in to fill the position of doctors, pharmacist.. lawyers...yada...yada.. We shall look forward to pay tax in order to send a rubber tapper humble daughter to cure our mother and father in the government hospital. We must make sure that our children will going to be someone who knows that at 2am in the hospital, when a mother is going to the labour room, it means that the doctor should ignore about the outfit that she is wearing beneath the white coat. Or whether the colour of her hair matches Jennifer Lopez.

We have enough of artists but we need more doctors. So, let's channel our children to become someone they want to be and should be. It's our choice to guide our children because at the end of the day, they are our UPSR, PMR, SPM, degree, so on and so forth. If we fail to guide them to do or to become someone good, then forget about showing our snob face at the television and say that, "My daughter is the best!"

You will only know whether your children are reliable or the best once you're in alam barzakh; whereby only your soleh and solehah children's prayer will safe you from any trouble.

Speaking of rubber tapper just now, I would also like to highlight the fact about teachers' salary. Last week, under a rambutan tree, my mother told me about her first paycheck which was only for RM290. That was how much we paid teachers those days. But with good educational opportunities, most of our teachers are currently graduates and with our good economic growth, the teachers, especially the graduates, are earning thousands of ringgit!

So, this was my argument since last time - why bother helping someone who could afford to put on red lipstick at the age of 17 when you could definitely sponsored a girl with patched baru kurung sekolah? Why bother spending the money for a child who could definitely get a lacy legging as gifts in Paris from her DG more than 41 secondary school teacher? How could Bank Negara, with due respect, consider of making millions of people devastated with unfairness when a rubber tapper could only wait in kampong for her daughter to come home during summer (that is, if JPA sponsored the trip) while a GPK1 could visit her daughter 13 times in UK. Plus Europe trip too?

And you think a girl who has fake English accents and dyed hair could treat an apek, atok, or Ane in the hospital? Get someone who is proud of her roots, please!

Wooowww...this is horrendous! I was not a patriot but Malaysia has our own identity and she is not showing it. Well, I didn't care if I was not paying tax for her education but I was sad that I couldn't send more qualified candidates over there when they were more needful than a girl who thought she loved fashion.

It was also a sad moment when we read the fact that her mother was the one who chose her clothes. Masya-Allah. For record, this was what I told my mother on the day we read the newspaper together. I told her not to say anything about her pupils in school. I told her that teachers could be good gossipers so don't be one. That was because I have always realised that as a daughter of a teacher (well, that explained the anger), we were being watched by others. Let say our mother scolded a girl who shaped her eyebrows or bleached her hair. What do you think the new generation of children will say to you?

They would say, "Mind your own business. My mum doesn't care so why should you care!"

I would say, after this Cikgu Sab, you should be ashamed towards your student. I don't think you still have the right to take care of the discipline of your student especially when it came to their dressing. Even if they are not wearing bras with sheer baju kurung, don't you dare talk about them. You are the queen of fashion, you know better than sheer was not necessarily transparent. You knew the word lining better than most of us.

Last but not least, I also would like to express my anxiety towards the defensive attitude which has been shown in this case. I thought that overprotective was necessary. In this instance, what you should do was just to shut up. An intellectual person should just say few words with humble and look upon Allah instead of looking snob and arrogant. It made things worse. It showed your own stupidity. It showed that you were responsible of all the things that other people were saying about your daughter. Come on, most people were just shocked to see the appearance of your daughter and that was it. It has got nothing to do with whether she was smart in exams or not. It was mostly about how could she, or you, as smart as both of you were, could be very lousy in choosing clothes? And how could someone as smart as your daughter could show the picture of her squatting in Facebook without even knowing who she should trust. Was she proud in showing her pictures or she did not know how to make it private?

Well....this made me wonder whether Lady Gaga's mother chose the blue pubic hair and armpit hair she wore during her performance;)


Sunday, January 01, 2012

let's kiss on a BMW!

"The 1 Series, launched in 2004, is BMW's smallest car, and is available in coupe/convertible (E82/E88) and hatchback (E81/E87) forms. The 3 Series, a compact executive car manufactured since model year 1975, is currently in its fifth generation (E90); models include the sport sedan (E90), station wagon (E91), coupe (E92), and convertible (E93). The 5 Series is a mid-size executive car, available in sedan (F10) and station wagon (F11) forms. The 5 Series Gran Turismo (F07), beginning in 2010, will create a segment between station wagons and crossover SUV.[20] BMW 7-Series (F01)BMW's full-size flagship executive sedan is the 7 Series."
-wikipedia on BMW

Few years back, I was less than 50 kg. I managed to wear baby T without even being embarrassed of having big boobs. When I had money, I would celebrate my new year's even with chocolate frappucino with chocolate drizzle and chocolate chips.

Well, those years were the year when I thought that watching fireworks was the most interesting thing ever; like if I missed it, I would missed the next wonder of the world. It was almost similar to not going to Eiffel Tower when you visited Paris or you got allergic on belacan when everyone else was enjoying laksa in Perlis.

New year used to be a big event. New year was the right opportunity to watch Butterfingers, Poetic Ammo or Dayang Nurfaizah for free! Neither did I care about Konsert Jom Heboh, Sure Heboh, Tak Brapa nak Heboh). New year's eve's concert was totally a different and classy agenda. Especially when you spent them with friends. You thought that it would looked cool to have friends with you on those nights of "poyoness". Plural meant everything to you and singular made you looked like a loser :p

I wonder what happened since then. Five to six years after, I'm preferring a peaceful evening with less chaotic mind. Like...enjoying the time of being alone when everyone was rushing to KLCC or i-City (even though you didn't have to pay for it). All of the sudden, driving sounds like a hell of mess, massive crowd seems to be annoying and unneeded, and you don't really care whether you look cool or not. The most important thing is whether you will have enough rest and whether your mind too, is well rested before the year starts.

Because after this...
...people won't ask you where or how you celebrated the new year. They will ask you...

...about your next promotion and the stagnant pattern of your career.
...about you new year's resolution; especially on you weight and looks because new year is also about new fashion, new make up and new reality shows!
...about the new places that you are going to; especially when people they know and you know are having trouble with PTPTN.
...and most definitely, about your boyfriend. Skip. Not boyfriend. Future husband, to be precise!

All this will be asked with statements which are highlighting the part where 2 will not going to be the first digit of your age. Just like a BMW model, your age will measure you capability and what do normal people called as "needs". Like success. Or marriage. Or goal to lose weight!

Well, we just cannot help it, right? When I was watching New Year's Eve last Wednesday, I was thinking about how much people need to be similar to another human being. How sometimes stupid things like get kissed on new year's eve really meant something for some people. How cliches could be a story of something; and how differences made somebody an awkward person to hang out with.

Zac Efron was kissing Michelle Pfeiffer in the New Year's Eve. Who would have guessed? Efron was my brother's age and Pfeiffer was my mum's. The combination was awful in certain sense but then again; when the purpose was to fulfill a cliche new year's resolution, what the heck?

So, I'm asking myself tonight:
Should I be like the others or follow the normal cliches as expected by many this year?
Should I put other people's perception as my own new year's resolution this year? Or next year? Or year after?

I'm turning 30 this year. So, welcome 3 series life. And like a BMW 3 series, I have options: sport sedan (E90), station wagon (E91), coupe (E92), and convertible (E93).

The choice is mine to make.

Happy 2012 everyone. With blessings and forgiveness from Allah, we'll start it this moment, this day, this very second of 2012.

Any cliche resolution to share?