P R O F I L E
Name : meoww58
Age : 23
Sex : Femme
Nationality:Singaporean
Burfday: 5th August
Zodiac:Leo
Hobbies:Travel,Watching movies,Shopping Sprees,Photography,Travel,Islands,Landmarks,
Lazing at the beach, Read,Star Gazing,Swim
L I K E S
Cats, in facts animals & nature in general
Scuba Diving
Marine Life
Learning Languages
Sunrise n sunsets
Adrenaline rushes
Chocolates
D I S L I K E S
Being sick and dependent on medication
Being financially unstable
Hypocrites
Laksa
January 16, 2006
BOOk: In Her Shoes by Jennifer Weiner
Publisher: Pocket Books
I have just finished reading this storybook right abt a week ago after I finished with Memoirs of a Geisha..Both titles are either upcoming or screening in the cinemas now. Have been wanting to type this entry but was just 2 exhausted.
I shall elaborate on the Memoirs of a Geisha only after I've watched it..
The storyline of In her Shoes is seems like no other chick flick..It's about 2 sisters who are related only by blood and the same shoe size in similarity but are continents apart in terms of character. the same old thing about the pretty and outstanding sister being compared with a nerdy ugly duckling who hasnt shed her dull feathers to potray her inner beauty. An elder sister who constantly plays Mummy to the younger one after the Mum's trajic death and their Dad marrying another wife to get over his grief of losing his wife.
Believe me, as you read..U will hate Maggie feller( Cameron Diaz) for whatever she did. Her reckless and irresponsible behaviour, how she abused the ethics of "sisterhood"..In the midst of being apart from each other, the sisters realised the value of each's companionship and how much they need each other in their lifes..How Maggie went in search of her soul and changed her ways..
Jennifer Weiner has a unique way to make U feel into the storyline, as if u're within their shoes..Her characters are flawed yet somehow she's able to keep the readers interested to read more.
A poem adapted from the storybook that I would like to share:
By Rilkee
I'd like to sing someone to sleep,
by someone sit, and be still.
I'd like to rock u & murmur a song
Be with you on the fringe of sleep
Be the one and only awake in the house.
Who would know that the night is cold.
I'd like to listen both inside and out,
Into U, and the world, and the woods.
The clocks call out with their toiling bells,
And U can see to the bottom of time.
Down in the street a stranger goes by
And bothers a passing dog.
Behind come silence, I've laid my eyes
On U like an open hand,
And they hold U lightly and let U go,
When something moves in the dark.
posted @ 8:08 PM
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WELCOME To My Butterfly Escapade!
Click on any of the butterflies below to navigate through the pages. Enjoy!
I sometimes find I'm drifting
Through this life without effect;
I often wonder if I'm truly
Worth what I've been blessed.
I search through days that have been hard,
To try to understand,
The many trials that I have known,
The life that I have had.
You see me in my daily grind,
So confident and strong;
Yet when I am alone, I question
Just where I belong.
I often try too hard I find,
To analyze and guess,
To scrutinize, investigate
My life I will confess.
For somewhere deeper, there must be
Some meaning to this life,
Some way to make a difference,
Give a reason for this strife.
Is there some hidden meaning?
Some agenda to be found?
A greater purpose waiting
If I care to hang around?
It teases and it taunts me,
Always slightly out of sight;
A hazy vision out of reach,
Where darkness hides the light.
I struggle to bring clarity
To what awaits me there,
And yet this weak illusion
Always fades before my stare.
It seems the harder that I try,
To focus through the haze,
Just serves to add more questions,
Through my endless, tired gaze.
Perhaps I'm trying just too hard,
To understand it all,
For can we ever truly know
Just what we have in store?
Each incident, each moment passed,
Just adds upon the next,
But in the end, will I find truth ...
Or will I be perplexed?
Perhaps I make it harder
Than it has to be sometimes,
But will my searching bring to me
My meaning over time?
Or will it leave me broken,
And confused as I feel now,
While questions bring no solitude,
To this, my wrinkled brow.
* Reach me & I'll try to get back to u As soon as I can or u can leave ur comments at my taggie *
... meoww58 ...