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Thursday, June 18, 2015 @ 10:32 pm
The Curse of The House of Foskett

Dear Blogger,

Sad news first. I failed Managerial Accounting again. This time, I have to retake the whole module. I was so sure I would pass this time. I really don't know what happened. Worse of all, there is no way I can drop this module because it's a core module in my course. The question now is, should I retake it in the new semester or take a break and take it in the following semester? Half of me said get it over and done with. The other half said I should chill and try again when I'm ready. Of how do I hate accounting!

One thing I don't hate is a good murder mystery novel. Especially when it's "inspired" or a total rip-off from the Sherlock books. I saw this book at the "New Books" shelf in the library and immediately put it in my borrowing basket. When it has a title like "The Curse of the House of Foskett", you know murder and detective are involved.

The Curse of the House of Foskett by M.R.C Kasasian is the sequel to The Mangle Street Murders. I haven't read the first book but I sure will when I find it in the library. The series features Sydney Grice and March Middleton, a Holmes-Watson pair that is so uncannily alike. Grice has high IQ with very poor EQ like Holmes. Middleton happens to have a medical background and the heart of the duo, like Watson.

Besides the character similarities, the background setting is also alike. Both are set in late 19th century London, with vivid descriptions of Victorian London life. I don't have encyclopaedic knowledge of 19th century London, so if there are historical inaccuracies in the novel, I wouldn't know unless it's very obvious like driving a four wheel drive vehicle on London roads in that century.

The plot is well-paced, although after a while, Grice can get quite annoying with his passive investigation. Much of the action in this novel was done by Middleton, who was described as dark and ugly. I don't think she's ugly. She just wasn't a typical definition of beauty at that time. One thing I didn't like about Grice was his sexism and low respect for women. Holmes wasn't well-mannered either but he was never rude to women.

Overall, the book is a good distraction from the stress of reality. It's not original but I wouldn't count out not reading the series. I did finish reading it in about a week after all.


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Saturday, June 13, 2015 @ 9:52 pm
Wrap Me Up In Dreams and Death

Dear Blogger,

When I see my Facebook flooded with pictures of "friends" on holiday in exotic destinations, I always feel a sense of loathe and envy. It must be nice to not be married or be married without any children. It must be nice to not have that burden of commitment and be able to spend your wages on holidays and fine dining.

I must admit being a mother of four children was never in my dreams. I was expecting a life of high flying and travel adventures. Never had I imagined that I would be married and quickly confined myself to a world of domestic responsibilities.

Despite whatever blessings we have received, there will always be that tiny seed of lost dreams that haunts and annoys you for the rest of your life when unfulfilled. I think that's why we reverse in maturity as we get older. That's why men indulge in expensive machinery and younger women in mid-life. Women on the other hand, spend their entire fortune to make themselves look younger.

I have resigned to the fact that I will never ever regain my pre-marital body. If my husband chooses to be with a younger slimmer woman, I'll let him. Then I'll know he's not worth keeping. I will also never ever be able to relive my wild crazy life because I will forever be a mother to my four children. Will I be able to live with that? I have to. Will I be happy about it? My happiness is irrelevant.

Nobody cares how I feel anyway. Nobody ever asks me how I feel or chat me out of the blue. No matter how loud I make myself to be, I'm an Emmet. I'm an ordinary, average un-special person. Just one of the few billions inhabitants of this planet.

I should stop pretending to be someone I'm not. I should just be wallpaper and do my own thing. Why do I crave attention so much? That's so pathetic isn't it? Anyone who believes getting married will relieve himself/herself of loneliness, sorry to say pal, you're dead wrong.

Have you ever felt like wanting to dig your own grave? Like literally? I guess if I did and I lay in there for days, nobody would even notice my absence. What would my obituary be like? Would I even have one?



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