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Touching Earth wasn’t quite what I’d expected yet I wasn’t disappointed. I did, however, find certain aspects of it deeply disturbing. But for that, I have only myself to blame. (At the beginning of the story, the author had warned me – as indeed she does every reader – that I was about to enter “a dreadfully sordid world”. And that, I most certainly did.) In fact, the book has been lying on my shelf for more than a year until I finally lent the book to Nadia and she came back with great comments.

The book introduces a large set of characters, from totally different backgrounds, culture, lifestyle and hometown. But they all have one thing in common - they were ‘broken’ people whose lives have been scarred by the harsh reality of materialism, prostitution and drug addiction. These people meet each other in London and the magical story (which slowly becomes darker and destructive) begins…

In this beautifully-written story, each character is complex and attractive, and deeply flawed, which adds to rather than subtracts from their attractiveness. Each main character takes its turn to speak, where they tell of their feelings and perspectives as the story unfolds.

Touching Earth is the second book by Malaysian-born author Rani Manicka. I’d say she is a storyteller of quite exceptional talent. Although the characters were introduced separately, she links all of them up beautifully with her exotic story. The novel is undoubtedly a dark story, but its worth a read.

I have not read her first book (Rice Mother) though. Perhaps i will get the book some time soon. But if any of u have read it, please let me know if it’s worth a buy.

It is better to live in ignorance than with knowledge. When everything is explained, it loses its magic. But why do we all prefer to kill all these excitement?

The lucky ones continue to live in ignorance…

Stop telling me things i dont want to know!!!!

I like it when my hair smells like Forget-me-nots all day, and the world is empty to play all the weird songs in the world real loud and yell "Good Morning!!!" when it’s actually already 4pm. I’ve gotten a little tired of watching the 3am WC matches coz i had to wake up pretty early to hangout with the guys these days. I shall call my WCmania off for the moment.. mayb until the top 16 starts their battle (which shld b tmr…? hmm..)

My living room smells of fresh laundry constantly, im still wonderin if i really changed clothes too many times a day coz my Ikea laundry bag is always full of dirty clothes even if i did my laundry daily.

So many things came up n i would say tht i havent been vr happy abt anythin lately. Im gettin paranoid abt sitting in the dark, not tht im afraid, but it sets the mood for thinking too much. I havent been doin much of soul searching or self motivation lately, but i realize tht thr is a high possibility im never goin to a uni, im not goin to become an architect or even have a true best friend because noone really cares abt wht i have to say.

People seem to be live in their own made-up realities. They throw their sweetest smiles at you to look friendly and look u in the eye to look really interested but they actually already have a perception they rather believe so thrs no point explaining. Im so sick of the way the world operates.

I havent gone for my fortnightly-checkup for some time now, so my health seems to have worsened. But i cant seem to care abit. Something’s really wrong with me.

Anyway i posted new pics in the album College II, go have a look if yre interested.

You can’t judge a book by its cover. But thts exactly wht most people do! Why do u think this adage exists anyway? You do it.. I do it.. Everyone does it!

Or else then why am i even bothered about designing my portfolio.. Arghh @#^$#@!!!

If you are a proud owner of a dog or a cat, or simply cannot get enough of our beloved Friendster, you could try getting an account in my new-found Dogster or Catster - where every dog/cat has a webpage. Yes, your pets can have a profile page, get to know new friends and even join the World’s Coolest Dog & Cat Show! It seems to have been around since 2004, but I’ve only found out now.. (wonder if im a little back-dated) I dont know how it really works but i figure it shld be something like Friendster.

Funny, but i dont get what’s about all these Friendster craze. Im not against it, and actually im quite grateful tht it had helped me find my long-lost friends and kept me updated about their current news. (I would say Friendster is especially useful in checking people’s current status of relationship! Muahahaha ;P)

But this new obsession has gone to a stage where passerbys can actually spot u and say "Hey, i know yr name is *** and y’re from ***." Even the word "friendster" (in my circle of friends it would be "kawanster") has already entered common usage. A friendster is not exactly a friend, but rather an online acquaintance about whom a lot is known, thanks to the degree of disclosure in their social resume, which, of course, may or may not be true.

But whatever it is, here are some links i’ve gone thru while i was Friendstering.

Dogster

Catster

Pamela Anderson’s blog (on her new sitcom Stacked)

Jason Preston’s profile (Look at his photos) Ask me if u dunno who he is…

The recent Worth1000 photoshopping contest challenges artists to fake UFO-sightings photos in 48 hours. The quality of entries here is a little uneven, some are really kiddo but the best of the lot are real gems. Found this pretty interesting, most the contests in Worth1000 require the participants to submit within 2 or 3 days. Perhaps one day i can take up the challenge..? (When I am really bored enough)

I like this one quite alot, dunno why..

And this is funny….

Go have a look at the other entries here.

Anyways i have not finished working on my portfolio. Im working extremely slow! Anyone has any advice on a good design portfolio? And as for my uni applications, after so much time to deciding n mind-changing, im back to Square 1 again, i might end up in UNSW next feb (which maybe quite a good choice after all, i hope!)

Life had been good. No more sleepless nights, no more stupid models to make, no more datelines to catch, n more importantly, no more evil lecturers. More time for shopping, more time for hair treatments, more time for exercise, more time for pedicures.. More Hot Milos n more good books.. Thats life weyyy.. This kind of life does not upset me even if i non-stop lost 10 games of Yahoo Pool to Fuikiat, which i did. Haha. Cheered up a little now, i have gotten over the unworthy friend of mine. Only a little broke now!

Dont get me wrong, i still love Architecture. But a girl deserves her rest every once in awhile, dont she?

But anyways, anyone knows of any cool low-cost entertainment?

I finally found the time to blog again, this time in Friendster. (Sorry for relocating my blog again, but i seriously forgotten my log-in name for my previous one..) For starters, it would be nice to announce that i have reclaimed my freedom (which could have been reclaimed much earlier if it wasnt for the stupid competition that i almost thought of withdrawing). But everything’s fine now, and in fact im pretty glad i held on to it for the extra 2 weeks.

It is extremely saddening that this shall the title of my first post here, but it is all i want to talk about now. If you have never read my past blogs, you probably wouldnt know that this isnt the 1st time I am talking about this Fakerism thingy. But it is pathetic to say that this time my post is inspired by a totally different person - an extremely unexpected one in fact. I must have been blind, otherwise stupid, to have overlooked this matter. Such a disappointment. Much kudos to me. There are so many types of fake people around. Its amazing how well they wear their masks.

For one, there are those who underwent cosmetic surgeries. Some do it for their job, some do it to impress others. Some do it for functional reasons, others for aesthetics. Some to save their marriages, some to disguise their true ages, some to discover their true genders. On and on the list can go, and i really have no objections.

Or the emotional dissonance where people are forced to fake an emotion. You can spot them everywhere, from air hostesses that never failed to greet you with their sweetest smiles to the most polite cashiers behind those counters you paid for the stuff you bought. These are the people who are expected to have an upbeat disposition at all times, regardless of their actual emotional state. I respect these people.

Or you could look at the emotional adaptability you find in most comedians, actors, or other types of performers. These people can mask their emotions for extended periods of time without too much stress. This, I feel, is an incredible gift. Not too bad as well.

But the power of all the masks above is never as powerful as the wannabes who tries to be someone else, the backstabbers that creates conflicts for the people who trusted them most, or the sugar-coated expressions that try to catch and attack you off-guard. I am so sick of all these false-fronts some people designed for their everyday social functioning and to replace the absent original personality. These people discharge their hatred and anger by making people look bad to make themselves look better.

I think sometimes fake people are okay, because they usually try to be super-nice. Especially when real people are usually too blunt and too honest. So i guess Fakerism can be great in small doses when you simply need an ego-boost. But real people had always been my cup of tea because they never know how to sugar-coat anything. They give it to you the way it is, no room for imaginary flattery or lies, although you may not feel very good about it at first.

I have experienced the consequences of being a victim of fake people and I would say they do almost everything that are pathetic to even think about, and thats why i am so disappointed that this time it is you. I trusted you with every single vein in my body and now you have betrayed me. Sure we have gone through all the ups and downs but i have apologized for every ocassion that i was wrong. Perhaps we were never the best of friends, but i always thought that the friendship we shared was true. Perhaps sorry was not what you were looking for but then so why do you have to do this to me. Why dont you come up and tell me right at my face? Whts with all the backstabbing?

I am so extremely disappointed. I wish all these arent true. For now i know, the friendship i thought we shared was just part of your Fakerism. Thank you so very much for teaching me such a valuable lesson.