suGar and sPices.wiTh a dash of PePperMinT.

when all else fail.

when all else fail,all that is left for me to do is laugh that last sarcastic laugh.

and walk the opposite direction.

that's all i'd do.

yes.i won't even bother to curse.

i cannot think of one suitable title,that's how uncreative i am.just for the time being. :P

i had composed a post both full emotion and anger as well as a touch of obscene words.ok.maybe sprinkles of them.but in a twist of fate, i accidentally closed the blog's window without actually having the chance to save the post.thus, poof, there goes my most angst-y post yet.

anyhoo,since i've let it all out in the now-gone-forever-post,presently i have not the mood, nor the the anger or the same emotion left to compose a similar post,so i'll just settle with this thing i came across while i was surfing the net.

i actually found this essay somewhere else but i think it's better to just link it to its original site.

this is an open letter from Daniel Kaufman (who, after a google search click,i found,is an artist,comedian, and whadya knoe,the voice of the brittanica encyclopedia dog!~how uber-cool is that?!) to J.D Salinger.

Now, the reason i post (or paste, or, lagi precise-link.) this letter on my blog is not because i'm a fan of J.D Salinger, or because what i feel echoes what Daniel Kaufman might have felt.Because the truth is i'm not and i don't.

not really,i don't think so.

i mean,J.D Salinger's a legend and all but the only one of his works that i've ever read is The Catcher in the Rye and although it is a book that i'd return to from time to time where i'd read certain parts and chapters which i like, it is not a book which i would read over and over again from front to back-and the other way round,-just so i could soak all the words up and dissect them and see them in various different lights and angles and persperctive like i had with white oleander.(ok.i know for some of yous out there, comparing a classic like The Cather in the Rye with White Oleander is almost a sin.no offence okie.)and although i do feel like there should be more to The Cather in the Rye's ending than what we presently have,i had never really felt the urge to read more of J.D Salinger's work though now i do feel like i shouldn't miss out on his other works.

but anyway, what i had done is called digressing.

the point is,the reason i mention the letter here is because i really like this letter.

Just read it first.and then, don't you wish you could write like this guy can? I wish i could!

don't you wish you have that very same flair with words.His writing seems to indicate (at least to me) that he conveys what's on his mind onto the paper (or computer screen) effortlessly and from the look of it, brilliantly too!~

ok.so i won't comment more on why i like his writing style for fear of sounding foolish and very un-knowledgeable.but just read it ok.

but still,i wish i could write like that!

sigh,a girl can at least dream.

have you read that letter?

have you?

don't you think if you were J.D Sallinger you would've give in to his appeal by now.

then again, it must take a lot to make a man like J.D Salinger to give in to anything.

all the same,the letter is a very nice read no?

ok!i'll leave this rambling here~

my boyfriend reads harlequin novel.

and he somewhat claims it is because of its sweet language.

hm.

::luqman haziq::

i wanted to watch Babel badly,

but the little brother guards the tv unfailingly

-tuning in to his cartoons and silly shows daily.

Now, I have stood his brattiness for the entire holiday,

so i said that i've had enough,

and went on and marched towards him determindly.

winning the remote control at all cost is the purpose.

Then i noticed his eyes glued to the tv,

his face in some sort of an awed trance,

his small mouth was singing to ultraman tiga's theme song,

-it's in japanese too!

i went awww and my heart turned mellow,

and that ladies and gents, is how he got his way.

Again.

::i broke a mirror::

that's seven years of bad luck.

now let me see if i can pick all the pieces off the floor.

cause if my cat steps on it, that would only be the beginning of my bad luck.

and now, the internet connection is being veeery funny!i've  tried to post this a couple of times, but everytime i click the publish button, the dsl signal would go all crazy and the internet connection would go temporarily down.

oh right, i broke a mirror.

pfffft!!!