i am me

i think i'll always be a young girl at heart. if any of you have seen the third floor of my house, you'll know how chock full of books it is. and i'm ashamed to say that at the most, i've only read about 30% of them. yeah....i've got everything. thrillers, romance, mysteries, comics, fables, fairy tales, children's books. you name them, i've got them.

last night, i was looking for something to read to put me to sleep with and instead of choosing one of the many, many books that i haven't opened, i returned to my childhood days and chose an enid blyton book. a very worn and well loved book i must say. the pages are dog-eared and browned and stained as i have the habit of reading while i eat. something which i do not encourage if you're a messy eater, as you'll end up with either very smelly books or books with their pages eaten away by insects trying to get at the stains. hahaha...

so, i went back to my room and opened the book and all my memories as a little girl came flooding back. i would read a paragraph and remember what i felt when i was a little girl reading it for the first time. the wonder and the excitement of anticipating what comes next in the coming pages.

of course i love new books and reading them. but it's just not the same. i think i'm getting a bit jaded and a bit more picky as to what i read. i don't devour the book anymore. i just read and let it flow. it kinda rolls of my back. at the end of the book, it doesn't really impact me in the way it used to. maybe i've got more pressing matters to attend to these days then to let the book sink in. i finish it for the sake of finishing it and reaching the end.

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anyway, i was watching made to order just now on channel 11 of astro, a.k.a. discovery travel and living, my absolute favourite channel and the chef on it was trying to cook wild boar with asian-type food stuffing. and the thing i can't stand is how these gweilos try to cook asian food yet they can't really get the hang of it. and it struck me. this particular chef would think he'd have a really wide and varied knowledge of the chinese cuisine but what he knows is really, really, really limited. and another thing that got to me was how he pronounced the chinese food.

siu mai became shao mei

lap cheong became lep cheng

sambal became sembel

and so on and so forth. i turned it off before i started yelling at him through the tv screen. yeah. i tend to do that.