Lit Meme.

Tagged by Wurh

1. One book you have read more than once
Amy Tan's The Joy Luck Club. I was 13 when I first read it and it was my elder sister's literature text from school. I remember her telling me to read it by chapters based on the different characters instead of the usual chronological manner. And then I read it again, normally. And then again, and again. It was my I-am-in-touch-with-my-roots excuse to escape reading the Chinese literature my father was forcing down my throat with.

2. One book you would want on a desert island
Lord of The Flies. You know, to get into the whole mood.
And I want all my primary school classmates there with me.

3. One book that made you laugh
It's a cross between Jason Hahn's Tales of Amanda and Saffy and David Sedaris' Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim. I love Hahn's column for that increasingly thrashy family magazine with boring theme issues and same old covers (What? Fann Wong? Again?) week after week. The latter is well, the other only funny book I've read recently for his witty repertoire.

4. One book that made you cry
I can't remember. Movies, yes. I cried watching I Am Sam yesternight, but that's another story altogether. Well, when I was young, my dad gave me this Chinese comic book about this China boy called San Mao. His name literally translates to Three Strands of Hair. But anyway, it's set in Post-WWII Shanghai and he's always trying to survive anything but nothing good ever comes out of it.

5. One book you wish you had written
Lucifer on DC Comics. It's a spin-off of the character Lucifer Morningstar from Neil Gaiman's masterpiece The Sandman, which I also wished I had written and drawn. It's so imaginative and fantasical. Well, since someone else wrote it already, the next best thing is to do the film version. When I graduate from film school..

6. One book you wish had never been written
How To Win Friends And Influence People. Once I was at McDonald's with my army-mates and sitting next to us was this really big, sad looking guy - alone - eating an upsized Big Mac Meal. His mouth greasing with oil, one hand grabbing the fries and the other hand reading the book. I kid you not.

7. One book you are currently reading
Lonely Planet Taiwan. I will be in Taipei next month with my army-mates and it's exciting because we haven't booked our hotel yet! Because the hotel we wanted is fully booked! So we need to find a new one! So why am I still sitting here! One more month! When will we ever book a hotel!

8. One book you have been meaning to read
Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist. I was told it's a life-changing book about listening to our hearts, learning to read the omens strewn along life's path and above all following our dreams. I read three chapters into it and got bored. But I tell myself everytime to read it so perhaps my life may actually make a good turn. Then everytime I try to read it, I see Linda Goodman's Sun Signs next to it and guess which one I chose?

9. One book that changed your life
I want to say GQ. It really did.

10. Now tag five people:
Fen
Jacqueline
Edward
Dong
S

Mixtaped.

"List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your Livejournal (or blog) along with your 7 songs. Then tag 7 other people to see what they’re listening to in absolute random order."

Here's mine, now.

1. Whitney Houston - I Have Nothing
2. Janet Jackson - If
3. The Rolling Stones - Laugh, I Nearly Died
4. Rose Hill Drive - Shakin' All Over
5. The Port City Allstarts - I Dig Pop
6. Ben Folds - Sentimental Man
7. Audrey Hepburn - Moonriver

You've been tagged. (from jacbalachan.)

• Pandora's boxed: Search for your favourite music and store them in a free music station. Free!

Hopefully, I will have something proper to update. Soon enough. :)

A Meme Because I Have Nothing Better To Say

My ex is now a sometimes-substitute teacher explaining Substitution Equations in Mandarin in an Ah-Lian girls school. A feat otherwise thought impossible. Now pigs can fly.

Maybe I should start doing what I've always talked about doing, and stop talking about doing it.

I love the smell of vintage anythings. It's the smell of wisdom, of a story waiting to be told, not my secret fetish of smelling moulds.

I don’t understand why my parents are such clean freaks. And I'm afraid it's quite generic but thankfully for me it's only sporadic. They mop the floor every other day. My Dad loves taking all the kitchenware out, clean them and putting them back.

I lose focus all the time. I am a natural born in inconsistency.

People say I’m artistic. I supposed I'm artisically inclined and see things differently sometimes. But that does not mean I am atas like what some people in junior college used to say. I'm still learning to be friendly and coming out of my hermit shell. Just wait and let me warm up to you first.

Love is beautiful. Even if unfortunately Hallmark killed it somehow, I believe it is there where you least expect it to be. That's my inner optimist Kenny speaking.

Somewhere, someone is really my The One. Yes, that's my inner optimist Kenny speaking again.

I will always have a zit popped somewhere no matter what I try. *inner optimist Kenny suddenly disappears.

Forever is hypoethtical. Like perfection.

I never want to be so self-conscious and allow myself to succumb to an embarassing lack of - see, I must stop this habit, to a lack of confidence in whatever I do.

I think the current US President is an arsehole.

When I wake up in the morning I want to go back to sleep again.

My past was as interesting as watching Judi Dench reading the Yellow Pages. It's no Days of Our Lives but still quite eventful and interesting if I want it to. Imagine the grand Dame Dench doing a Dramatic Reading on a list of Housing Agents. It can be poetic, you know.

I get annoyed when people walked really slowly in front of me, cut my path or refused to budge and tsk as though I slaughtered their entire family. And people who do not give way for PGOOTT.

Parties are for forgetting that the real world is a total bitch and getting high - on sugar, for me lah. And yes, getting silly with friends, dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 and animated emoticons. Anyway, while I'm at it, Poptart!

My dog is not even imaginary.

My cat is an imaginary fat Persian cat who grins all the time.

Kisses are the best when you've got Listerine and not yesterday's dinner. Leftover spinach just means you need to brush your teeth.

Tomorrow, is the eve of Good Friday, my half-day leave rejected because some stupid Chinaman General decides to visit at 2pm instead of 8am. It is also the first year anniversary of my best friend's events company.

I really want to take a break from work and travel somewhere out of Singapore. I'm considering getting slaughtered by my superiors and be in Borneo in July for the Rainforest Music Festival. And will be eating bread for a long, long time.

I have low tolerance for people who patronised me. I'm not that funny so stop waiting as though my next line is going to be a joke. It's really irritating.

I stole this from Ci'en and W, so steal it back! Leave a comment if you do. :)