Books and how to die young.

murders. kidnapping. hostages. bombings. terrorists attacks. mutilations.

these are what i have been dealing with for the past few days. the events that have kept me busy. dont worry, i havent been involved with them, and NO, they're not tv shows that i have been watching.

but yes, i have been reading them.

you see, when my dad returned from china on saturday night, he passed me this book that his friend had given him after he had finished reading it. i opened the book and i was hooked. but it was already 2 am and i was too sleepy to continue(even though i very much wanted to). so sunday morning came, and out came the book. i read it through 7th Heaven, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, Veronica Mars and i-Robot. it wouldnt leave my sight, and i pretty much didnt allow it to.

this is the book:



it was such a great book that i could imagine hollywood making a movie out of it. i dont know, like starring Harrison Ford or something. the thing is, i finished the book in 2 days because it was so thrilling, that i got all hyped up and excited, only to realise that i had nothing to read anymore.

so on monday(*raises eyebrow*), i borrowed another James Patterson book from the school library.



bam! another good book! i completed it on tuesday.

shit. that wasnt going to work. i needed more. so this morning, i went to school(foolishly again because the lab was still closed) and borrowed two more James Patterson books.


halfway through this...


...and yet to begin this.

i'm hooked, i'm hooked!

ok, onto other matters. i was watching the news just now about the latest controversial ad about the anti-smoking campaign(the one with the lady and the "oral cancer") and how the graphics were too gruesome for viewing and stuff. shocking and disturbing, i agree. but isnt that the whole main purpose?

so anyway, they did this whole campaign thing in the CBD area where they had a "doctor", "patient" and "nurse" there to kind of, show people the effects of smoking. some of the people who walked by were pretty disturbed and asked if the "patient" was real. anyhow, when one of the guys was asked if he would quit smoking after seeing all that, he said, "i still wont quit smoking. it is my freedom."

i wanted to laugh straight at his face. i wish i could just walk straight up to him and laugh at his face. "hi, if you continue smoking, you'll smoke away your freedom, you fire-breathing pork chop. *points index finger at him* ha-ha."

doesnt anyone get the fact that smoking kills?