No eye, no lap, no ending

I had four hours fifteen minutes butt numbing sitting experience on Saturday night. I made a last minute decision to celebrate Easter Vigil. Being dead kiasu, I went one hour earlier to get a prime position because I brought along two cameras, four lenses but in the end, too timid to take any decent photos because it is a church, not a tourist spot, woman!!???!!! Anyway, I took some nice candle light vigil pics in the dark. You can view a few of them at my Flickr site.

Today, I napped for six hours. I guess even Eveready bunny needs some re-charging sometimes (after a week of running around). Being the lazy ass I am, I went to sleep for 6 hours with my mascara and eyeshadows and now, I hve one red eye! Whchi mena I yam bwogging dis without my pondek lenses. Heh, I can type without looking because I was a freaking efficient typist as my first job! (no, I am not using B&L contact lense solution)

My Acer laptop speaker kaput-ted and now, I am without my laptiop and had to ‘one-two-zom’ and ‘la-la-li-la-tampong, apek beh apong’ with my kids on who can use my desktop. So, Azrin, I can’t look into the Mambo site yet ‘cos my eyeballs are going to pop out. Then, when I am supposed to bend down and retrive them, I may aciddentally roll my chair wheels over them and splottt. (MMB members – if you are all reading this, please be patient ya? Meantime, please get use to the buttons at the newly integrated site. I will get around to do the costmetic make-over later on. I promise you all that later on, the site will have a fresh look every day when you log in!)

Now, I will get back to my Memoirs of a Geisha, the book. I finished the Harmony Silk Factory by Tash Aw. I must say that Mr. Aw is not cut out to write emotional stuffs. I love the history backgrounds he wrote. I am ashamed to say that I did not know that the British had been ruling Malaya for decades before the WWII. Shame on me…..but then, I never study History in Form Four and Five. I only know Alfonso DiAbukaki. Back to Harmony Silk Factory, I found the book too confusing because Tash Aw weaved the same tale from three persons or four, including the writer.

I need to return to Snow’s version to compare what Peter said. And vice-versa. And I still don’t know who fathered Jasper? Is he Peter’s bastard son? Because Snow and Johnny never consumate their marriage, right? It took me a long time to finish it because it wasn’t that entertaining. So, I had to read it under the frangipani trees in the public park with Michael Jackson’s Beat It booming at the back from those line dancers, irking me so much. And in between Harmony Silk Factory, I had to read ‘My Body’, ‘Know your Alphabets’ and singing Mother Goose Lullabies.

In the end, the intense feelings I am supposed to feel between Momoru Kunichika (is that the Japanese Prof.’s name? ‘cos I had lend the book to my niece so I can’t refer now) and Snow were somehow lost. I am also reading Michael Crichton’s State of Fear, alternating with Memoirs of a Geisha. But I think I should be finishing Memoirs in another two sitting.

BTW, I don’t quite enjoy Harmony Silk Factory because it seems to have no ending. Very frust when the writer leaves so many things unanswered. But then, that’s a bit like our own lives, isn’t it? We do not know the end, not even when we had gone six feet under.