So far, I reckon my holidays have been well spent. I managed to complete reading 2 books - Ugly by Constance Briscoe and Nights in the Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks. Page-turners.

As always, I read book that revolves around family ties and such, books that never fails to tug at my heartstrings and leaves me with a warming heart :)

Ugly was truly inspiring, one that reaches out to the crying and lost ones. This is a true story, this is why I understand how the author managed to express the intensity of the brutality she suffered.

Just at 11, she was physically abused by her mother. Enduring all the torture and surviving with her plunging self-esteem, she studied extremely hard in school, graduated with excellent O level results, A level results, and finally embarked on her journey of being a lawyer.

From my perspective, it takes a whole lot of courage and willpower to stand in the crowd and declare your big dreams. Like what Cecelia Ahern said,"Her hopes were raised up the flagpole, waving and blowing in the breeze for all to see. There they would weather the storms and winds, only to be lowered, tattered and ruined."

It's a risk of being put down and your pride being crushed.

But Constance succeeded, and she is truly an inspiration to all of us. Now I think, how I am compared to her? With her being so badly abused, who am I to say that my family is catastrophic? I am indeed considered lucky to have a loving family despite circumstances, after all.

I went to Borders immediately after my last paper. I bought three books - Kira-Kira by Cynthia Kadohata, Goodnight, Beautiful by Dorothy Koomson, and lastly, Just Listen by Sarah Dessen. I'm extremely hysterical over the fact that I'm going to start reading them. Being transported into the author's world is the best outlet to temporarily segregate myself from the happenings in my family. I think this is why I revel so much in reading :)

Moving on from my long and draggy section on books, I watched the catastrophic movie of the year! 2012! Okay, I admit I was on the edge of my chair almost, not throughout the whole movie. The graphics, I reckon, perhaps too disastrous to be true? Ha.

After the movie, I asked Mommy,"Is your heart okay?" But she replied,"I'm fine." Well, I thought she had a weak heart and she might not able to take the intensity of the movie. Who knows? I'm the one who had a weak stomach, because I felt my dinner being regurgitated out. Yikes.

In the aftermath of watching 2012, I told God,"This can't be true." I just can't accept the fact of how the world will crumble and end up in ruins before our very own eyes. I'm positively sure God will never ever allow His creations to cease survival in this way. I mean, come on, who would eradicate his very own makings? You got that?

However, things took a turn when I got home. I researched using wikipedia, was linked up to quite a number of websites, and along the way, had to refer to the Bible for references, and I can't believe that I'm saying this now. Whatever happened in the movie, could have happened in reality. I'm presuming here.

In the Bible, Acts 1:7-12 to be exact, it decreed as follows.