Oh well, what an uneventful Wednesday today. After one day of sick leave yesterday, with so many people calling me, I’m feeling really frustrated today for nothing interesting seems to be happening when I’m around. I wonder why so many things tend to go wrong whenever I’m sick/take time off/take annual leave. This is which Murphy’s Law, I don’t know.
Yeah, I was about to write on this kiddy joke I don’t understand. It’s really frustrating, you know when your kids were laughing about something but you don’t really get it. Okay, Waz1f and Shawq1 have been doing this for some time now. First, one of them would point to an object in the house (the tv, coffee table, dvd player etc), then say, ‘Stupid apple! Stupid apple!’ Then both of them will burst out laughing. After that, the other one would point to the same object and repeat, ‘Stupid apple! Stupid apple!’ and they will laugh again.
Most of the times, Mr. Hubby and I will just give each other the confused look. We still couldn’t find out the source of the joke, and we certainly didn’t understand what it’s all about. Could it be from Spongebob? Simpsons? Ben Ten? Teen Titans? If you know what ‘Stupid Apple’ is all about, please enlighten me.
Sometimes, it’s really difficult to get into men’s heads (my children’s too). Maybe that’s why I decided to have an all-male-authors’ books this week. Orhan Pamuk’s ‘My name is Red’ and Eric Jerome Dickey’s ‘Liar’s Game’ are my choices for this school holiday (like I’m going for holiday, lah… hahaha). Let’s see what I can gather after completing these two. It’s time for some adventure into the endangered species’ minds.
Other than that, I’m beginning to really love Anuar Zain’s ‘Lelaki Ini’. Yet to understand the meaning of the whole wordings and I am not really sure whether it’s dedicated to a girl or another man. Hahahaha. Mana-mana pun boleh kot. Wink! Wink!
Many friends are wondering why I read FHM. Well, it’s not so much about getting into men’s heads. It’s just that I’d rather drool over hot, babelicious girls in skimpy clothes than reading about Mak Datins in branded outfits/a few millions worth of jewellery/luxurious cars/heavily decorated bungalows and not to mention having wrinkled arms but perfectly botox’ed faces. They're just - ewwwwwwww!