Lutfi has this colourful song playing on his blog by Patrick Wolf called The Magic Position. It’s got this upbeat happy tune that hints a little of Mika’s material, and I warn you, it can be cruelly addictive. I can’t make out what the instruments playing are, but they provide most of the catchy appeal. It’ll make you feel like dancing in a tutu.

Ok, maybe not the tutu.

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I caught Snow Patrol’s Signal Fire video clip today, and somehow watching it brought on this feeling that given a choice, I’d love to work with children. For one thing, they’re refreshing and you’re able to measure how much you’re still in touch with your inner child. I love their dependence on you once you’ve gained their trust, and how they let you in on their little worries, troubles, secrets and fears. I don’t mind that kids don’t come in perfect packages, I like their mischief; it gives me something to fuss over. What I would give to live like Little Women’s Jo March, opening a school in Plumfield to be surrounded by young rascals who are usually up to no good, and yet all collectively finding a comfort figure in her. I find flaws in children endearing.

Most of all however, it isn’t what I can do for them really, but what they do for me. It’s how they bring this whole other perspective for you to consider, and how they can change how you view everything.

While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.

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I bought a book on impulse last year, but I never got round to reading it until recently. The thing about this book is that I had absolutely no reason to buy it. It had a blank front cover save for the title, and the spine revealed the writer was Michael Crichton who up until then, I had never heard off. I flipped open the first page, read a few lines and thought, hmm, why not? There was no summary, no review, nothing that gave away anything as to what the story was about, and truthfully that was part of the reason I bought it; the lack of reason itself. Disclosure by Crichton, written in 1994, went onto the counter and into the shopping bag.

I finished it early yesterday, and it was by far one of the best reads since Hosseini’s A Thousand Splendid Suns. I did a little research after I turned the last page, and found out it was made into a movie once. I’m not very good with providing the details when it comes to recommending books, but what you should expect is a story deeply rooted in the corporate world, issues of legal interest, discriminatory policies, along with civil rights and society’s prejudices. It also reviews the issue of sexual harrasment from a non-conventional point of view, and there’s additionally a great deal of woman empowerment too. There’s this one character who’s my definite favourite. She’s one heck of a kick-ass lawyer. If I decide to practice, I’d love to have her attitude when it comes to her profession.

Coming back to the book, the mystery, the intrigue and the fact that this story unfolds in a span of a few days makes the plot high-paced and absorbing. I couldn’t put the book down literally, even when a test loomed the next day. Considering that my first impulse book buy was successful, I might do the same thing the next time I go out book-hunting.

Best line: “We all live every day in virtual environments, defined by our ideas.”
Overall rating: 4.5/5

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The match of the titans coming up this weekend. Bring the game on.

Enough said here.