Are you a bookworm?

Dari Neng Dee, si maniak baca buku. Interesting quiz. Jadi pengen jawab.

Are you a bookworm?

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  1. Not including textbooks, how many books do you buy a month?
  2. How do you choose a book: by the cover, the blurb, the name of the author or soothing else?
  3. What is your type of novel/book?
  4. Where do you usually read: in bed, on the train, in the bathโ€ฆ?
  5. Do you have a favorite literary character or hero?
  6. Do you ever use a library, or do you prefer to buy books?
  7. Do you have a favorite author whose books you always read?
  8. Do you prefer to see the film first and then read the novel or vice versa?
  9. What was the title of the last novel you read? Who was the author?

My Answers:

1. Generally about 1-2 books per month but if there’s a book sale or book fair, have been known to go a little crazy and buy about 10 books on a trot.

2. All of the above. I’ve bought books based on their previous works, based on the advertisment, friend’s recommendation or books that are widely discussed in my mailing lists.

3. Mostly drama, thriller, detective and comedy.

4. Everywhere but mostly in bed and on ‘the throne’.

5. Hmm… let’s see, Pippi Langstrump is the coolest girl, I want to be her neighbour instead of Thomas and Annika. Fahri from Ayat-Ayat Cinta is also pretty cool, I don’t want to marry him though, I want to BE him ๐Ÿ˜‰ Laura Ingalls had an adventurous life. Hilman’s Lupus and Olga, two great and wacky teenager. Djokolelono’s Astrid and Bung Smas’ Noni are my favourite sleuth and I admire Hermione Granger. She’s so smart and I love smart girl character which lead us to Elizabeth Bennet and Elinor Dashwood. I think that’s a lot of favourite characters.

6. I have used a library when there’s a great one around but I prefer buying.

7. I probably don’t have all their books but once I like an author I tend to buy more of their works.

8. I suppose it depends. Most of the time I read the books before the film is made but there are occassions where I saw the film first then the books such as “Cau Bau Kan”, “The Starter Wife”, or “Legally Blonde”

9. “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. Just finished reading it this morning.

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Where should Mothers be?

There’s a thread in one of my mailing list that I joined that really made my blood boil. But, since it says for male only thus I refrain from voicing my opinion over there. I’ll just say it over here.

I just can not believe that in this day and age there are still people holding on to the notion that mothers should just stay at home and only fathers are allowed to work. Well yes, it would be nice for all mothers to be able to stay at home and take care of their children, however that is not always the case. Life often don’t work that way. What a loss to humanity to not allow women to fulfill their capability. Yes, of course once we have kids we have to put their welfare first. But certainly that does not mean that we are then shackled at home!

Whose to say that kids whose mother works would grow up to be juvenile delinquent? That is so not true. What happened when your husband died before you do? What are you to do then if there’s no option available to you? Just die too?

If women are not allowed to work, does that mean that those who do are not allowed to be mothers? Those whose ambition is to be a doctor, one of the noblest profession on earth, then she is doomed? Gotta choose, be a doctor or a mother? Can you imagine if there are no more female ob-gyn?!? And yet there are husbands who are uncomfortable with male doctors treating their wives and daughters. So what are we to do if we are sick? Tough luck sweetie, have a good death? Because see, now there’s no female doctors and we are not allowed to be treated by male doctors. What kind of sick reasoning is that?

The problem with not allowing mothers to work is that it reduces women to just baby making factory. And when women are seen that way, a lot of injustice and abuse follows. Heck, those happens even today. Domestic abuse, girls denied education, girls sold into sex trades. Why is that? Because they are reduced into the basic; baby factory. Yes yes yes, boys suffer too. I know I know. I am not blind to little boys forced to work dangerous labour. But women suffers much more. A female colleague of mine once said that she would much rather stay at home and care for her children but she worked so she is seen as a ‘valuable’ member of the family. That is just so sad. Damned if you do, damned if you are not.

I am not saying that all mothers should work. No, of course not. All I am saying is that mothers should be allowed to CHOOSE whether she wants to work or not and that her family should support her in her decision.

Guys, please step down from your high horse/ Ivory tower/ whatever and see the world as it is. Not as you want it to be.

The FSG

Once upon a time, there was a skinny girl who doesn’t like to eat but loves cats very much. Her mother would cajole her into eating by prepping foods she likes, giving vitamins, even traditional remedies to get her appetite up but no avail. Until one day, her mother decided that it was time for her to learn how to swim. Coincidentally, it was also at the same time the girl decided to take up ballet, her head filled with pretty ballerinas twirling in glittery tutus, and dreamed that she too would wear such glittery, billowy tutu with a handsome prince at her side. Such was the dream.

So she became quite busy what with ballet, swimming, basketball and other extracurricular activities that came her way that she began to build an appetite. She began to eat. Then, as life would have it, hormones that was dormant decided to wake up and she became ravenous. The human garbage she became, eating seconds and thirds of whatever she fancied. As she was somewhat active she didn’t actually become overly huge. Depending on which country she happened to be in, she could be average size veering on the small or she could be big. Then she hits her twenties and that’s when things start to go sideways.

She is not athletically inclined, so freed from mandatory PE classes she just do away with sports altogether and though she likes dancing, it just somehow slipped out of her mind. She could take dance classes but just didn’t. As she doesn’t do pub crawl, at weekends when the shops are closed she goes out to eat. A lot. Chinese, Indian, Italian, Thai, Japanese, British, French, Spanish, she tried everything available. Her culinary knowledge expanded. So did her waistline.

Her university years are spent in pedestrian cities so she’s somewhat saved by walking around everywhere. The fat cells don’t grow as fast. Towards the end of her studies she even made the effort of joining a gym, get a personal trainer, and was on the way to get stomach definition. Then, of course she had to move to a car city where the only walking done is around the mall and when doing photocopies at work. All those stomach muscles slowly pack their bags and migrate out.

But that wasn’t really bad. Yes, by then she’s officially overweight, but there’s still hope as her new office was on the third floor with no elevator. Although all those snacking during creative meetings didn’t really helped at least those ghastly shooting schedule balanced it out. Then she got pregnant. Quit work. Have another child. And now she’s seriously overweight.

While she knows she needs to exercise, she finds it really hard to get going. Someone needs to whup her ass. Or at least commiserate on the treadmill together. So, who would like to walk together?