Why Would I Write

Category: Stories

  • Paperback observations.

    Why do authors write books with pen names if they reveal their real names in the book itself? I really don’t get it! Sometimes you don’t even have to flip open the book to find out that it was written under a pen name- you can read it on the cover itself! I don’t know why, but it bothers me.

    Why do women on trains wrap up their romance novels? Seriously, I’ve seen countless women on trains reading novels that have their covers wrapped with some fancy wrapping paper. They can’t fool me!

    I just thought to myself- what do covers of romance novels look like? A half-naked man standing with their sculpted bodies glistening in the sunlight and a women (sometimes topless with her long hair draped over her nipples) all over him. Now I realize why women wrap up their novels.

    But fantasy books have similar covers too- you get big breasted half naked women fighting dragons, but you don’t see them covering their books. I guess fantasy readers are proud to be caught reading such books. Haha.

    I started (well, to be more accurate I tried) reading Shakespeare the other day, and man it was HARD! More than half the time I was referring to a dictionary to look up the meaning of some words, and most of the time I’m looking up the meaning of obsolete words which aren’t even used anymore in modern English. I thought it could help inspire me with my writing or something, but it feels like it’s more trouble than its worth. But I’m not giving up.. yet! Who knows? I might get the hang of it soon.

  • Random handphone notes.

    You know what, I think there’s a nudist inside me. When I know I’m home alone, I walk around the house naked before I enter the shower. I have no idea why I do it, but I do.

    Fuel is too cheap in Malaysia. What? Yes that’s right. Why do I say such things? Look at how many mat rempits there are on the road. Imagine if fuel cost rm10/liter. Would people still be throwing money away like that? Exactly.They wouldn’t even be able to afford it. We’d see less souped up Protons on the streets. It would rid KL of at least half it’s eye/ear sores inducing pollution. Leave racing to people in super cars with money, and on the race track.

    People who get off elevators on the wrong floor are funny. Today, I was waiting for the lift to go down to the first floor, when it arrived and out rushed a lady. She took a few steps, looked left and realized she was on the wrong floor and came back in. I mean come on, she traveled down maybe two floors (I assumed she came in about two floors above me, cos the lights indicated a pause on that floor) and rushed out. If an elevator went that fast I’d be afraid.

    I checked my blog stats (haven’t done that in awhile) and I noticed I still get the same amount of hits on my blog even though I don’t update as frequent as before. Who are these people?! Checking out my blog everyday for updates -_- I will try to write more. It helps keep my English in check as well. I think.

  • Elevator Stories.

    Since I don’t live on the first floor anymore, I have to take the elevators up eight floors whenever I go out or back home (I guess I’m just too lazy to walk up and down eight flights of stairs haha.) Anyway, I noticed a few things.

    People stare at the floor indicators. I think almost everyone I’ve been in the elevator with (if they aren’t engaged in conversation with someone else) just stands in their place and tilts their head back up to look at the blinking lights which indicate what floor they are on. I don’t know why people do it, but people just do it, and sometimes when I’m alone in the elevator I find myself doing it to. There must be an explanation for it! I guess maybe there’s nothing else to look at. Unless there are mirrors in the elevators or it is a glass elevator (usually not the case in condominiums).

    Whenever you are in a rush, the lift is never there, ready and waiting for you to step in as soon as you call for it. Nope, never. And if it is, it probably is going in the wrong direction. One of the reasons why I prefer stairs (especially when I’m late for a movie in mega mall, stairs ftw!).

    It is weird getting off the same floor as someone. Especially when it is at an ungodly hour. Every time I go in the elevator and see that my floor is already pressed, I feel like some kind of stalker. I usually make sure I exit the lift first so people don’t think I’m following them! One time, I got out from the lift with 2 other people on my floor, and they turned out to be my neighbors- one opposite me, and one next door. I had never seen them before in my life. Haha.

    Well, I’ve only been here about three weeks, and I’m pretty sure I have many more years of elevator stories to come from living here. So, till the next part in elevator stories.. enjoy your vertical rides with strangers!