Sounds familiar huh?
Rmb those days in pri. sch, when u hve a reading day every wk. U r supposed to bring an Eng. Bk to read during assembly. Guess wat? I was a prefect in pri sch... and I was ic of a Pri 1 class when i was in Pri 5. So.. during those reading days.. I must say... I must confess tt... I DIN READ MUCH! In fact, i was making sure tt those cutee pies had a bk to read. And.. i din even bring my own story bk! Slowly, it became a bad habit: I merely parade ard my pri 1 cutee pies.. making sure tt they r staring into their bks. There were alwys bad apples in every class. I spent my time scolding them instead of reading. HAHHAA...
I'm nt an avid reader. But as I grow older, I've discovered tt a gd bk can indeed evoke this truly magical feeling within u. Action speaks louder than words. In this case, it proved otherwise for me. Words can be far more powerful than action. Sometimes, films jus cant capture this v essence.
I'm so in love w Cecelia Ahern. Her bks nv fail to stir up emotions tt i nv knew i'm capable of having. I dun like to rush thru e bks tt i'm reading. I like to savour the emotions of different characters and enjoy the intricate linkages tt the author tries to capture. Most imptly, I love to allow myself time to rethink abt certain episodes. Immerse myself into these characters.. villain or victim. These special moments r wat i deemed worth to be held on dearly when reading a gd bk.
There are no villains in her bks.
Even if there are...
To me, villains can always end up being the victims.
Things are alwys not wat they seem...
I find it difficult to fall in love w myself as i grow up.
Or rather, lets put it this way:
In this complicated world, its not easy to find ya true (natural) self.
In life, we are accustomed to too much things.
We are taught to react in certain ways, do things in certain ways tt r deemed appropriate.
Everything jus seemed rehearsed beforehand.
So.. falling in love becomes a blessing.
The best thing tt can happen to u.
Yes, falling in love need not necessarily include the opp sex in the eqn.
I've begun to fall in love with myself whenever i read Cecelia Ahern's bks in a library.
Smiling to myself as i savour every black print on the pages...
Gasping and frowning whenever the characters broke down and wallow in miseries..
(while those ppl in e lib wonder wats wrong w me)
Tryin to calm myself down whenever there is a twist in the story...
Re-reading my fav. parts again and again.. and nt getting tired at all.
I'm in love with this simplistic pleasure.
Its so natural...
Dun hve to answer to anyone...
Dun hve to be judged by anyone...
B cos.. nobody will share exactly the same feelings as me.
Every reader is unique and has his own share of the story tt he reads.
It belongs to THE reader himself.
Greatest privacy in life.
xxx xxx xxx
I suddenly miss the notice boards behind my pri sch classrooms.
They nv fail to say: "READING IS FUN!"
I've finally understand what this means now.