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The Laptop That Needs a Name

I have decided, that as a budding SF writer (I have the beginnings of a world etc and characters), my new laptop requires a name. Or at least a title.

It shall henceforth be known as the Companion.

The name shall come later, as I get to know my laptop better. Speaking of the Companion, it’s at Toshiba, getting the hard drive replaced.

I guess that means that it is just as well that it hasn’t been named yet because if the hard drive is the memory, then a replacement means that the Companion is a baby whose life has just begun, and that it is a different baby from the one that had the previous hard drive.

If that doesn’t make your head hurt, I don’t know what will.

PS I’m going to get better at the reader blogger thing. I’m writing a review, and I have at least 2-3 others to come.


I’m Home

I’m going a-hunting for a new Laptop sooooooon!

And I don’t expect to be online very much until I get my new laptop, if for no other reason the fact that my laptop is dying. 😛


I Don’t Read Like I Used To

I can’t do it any more, sit and read for 6-8 hours in a stretch. Mind you, I can study for that long, so it’s not about stamina.

Part of it is that I’m not usually lucky enough to pick up 3-4 books that I will finish in a stretch.

The other is simply that I can’t do it any more. I finish one book, and then I just don’t want another.

The last three books I finished were non-fiction and one book I am critiquing for Jessica.

On the one hand, it means I actually have time to do other stuff. On the other hand, I look at my TBR pile and it’s rather taller than I am at the moment.

In fact, it’s taller than it usually is and that used to be pretty hard. The books I’m planning to get from the library when I go home to Singapore? All non-fiction. Fiction just doesn’t rank very high on my list right now.

And I can’t help but wonder if it’s because the writing is going pretty well at the moment–though if I’m reading an ebook, I often read and write at the same time.

Actually, it’s just occurred to me that the only thing I’m reading consistently right now is Shadow Unit. If not for the fact that I’ve not updated my links in forever, it would so be there.

I will be here more in the coming months. My schedule will be more insane, but my time management skills are also exponentially better, so I shall WIN and have a life.



To decipher this message, please clicky here.

PS If you actually like sociology, never ever show your face at this blog again.

PPS Maybe I should have titled it JSB at SFC, but I kinda didn’t want it to be too cryptic.

PPPS I shouldn’t be here, but my brain hurts.


Nothing But Red is out

Go buy it.

It’s for a good cause.

(Don’t make me make this an order.)

PS Thanks Angelle!


This is just to say…

Paperback Writer is back!


Blogiversary 2…

…is a bust.

I keep wanting to hit the delete button on this blog. Quite depressing when I should be celebrating this, huh?

Oh well.

I don’t really have much to say today. I am grateful to the people who have hung around despite my lack of posting, and those of you who have tried to keep in touch via email now that I am just unable to keep up with blogs. The thing is, I’m having issues even keeping up with emails!

I hate being behind, and this will force me to decide at some point a concrete date to end this blog–which will be sometime after the last thing currently on the blog schedule. I’m not a person who does things by halves, and I’d rather not blog at all than continue as I have since I moved here.

Part of it is simply that I’ve run out of things to say. It’s a struggle to read books that I’ve received for review, and it’s a struggle to read the same blogs I used to read and not think ‘why am I reading this?’

This feels like I’m saying goodbye. Or at least, like I’m preparing to say goodbye, and I guess I am.


If You Don’t Like My Opinion…

Too fucking bad. Read another blog or something.

I don’t like the HEA requirement.

It’s not that I think HEAs should be banned. Just that a book shouldn’t have to have one to be a romance.

No, I’m not a happy camper at the moment. A pity I don’t have time to play or I’d seriously consider starting a flame war, and you know who you are.


I have found Religion

And it’s name is Internet.

I’m happy. I just need to go clean my room before heading out tonight–in the cold, cold wet of Manchester, but that’s the UK for you, as my friend said.

I’m not going to go back to my daily blogging because it will kill me, so stop me if you think I’m heading down that route.

I’ve lots of food in my room because it can’t all go into the fridge or my food locker. There will be ants at some point. Please tell me how to stop them from attacking my food.

This is very random because I really don’t know what to blog. Everybody wants to know what I’m doing, what life is like here…and I’m like, ‘it’s normal.’

I’m not terribly different from other freshers/first-years, except that I’m Don’t Drink. Well, I do, but it’s a few sips, and that’s enough. I do mean a few sips. I plan to go my entire university life without getting drunk. Ever.

I’m succeeding so far, so that’s good. I just wish people would stop trying to get me to dance!


I have found God…

…and her name is Alison Kent.

I replied to her email without any coercion at all! I don’t know how she did it, therefore she must be God.

I’m going to try to reply to emails now, but no promises.

Dear cousin who can predict the future,

you said that from September onwards, life would get better for me.

I’ve not seen any sign of it yet, as I missed PBW‘s contest for an Evermore ARC. Do you know how much I want that book?


No love, May

Dear Author-with-a-book-out-in-January/February,

please email me, if you’d like to guestblog or be interviewed.

There will be much love from me if you do.

Love, May

Dear everybody else,

I wish I could stay to talk, but I can’t. When life settles down…You’ll hear from me again.

Love, May

Dear People in the UK,

if you’d like to meet up, let me know, but I doubt I’ll be able to get anywhere until Christmas or possible Easter next year.

Love, May


Unplugged yet Entangled in Wires

I did mean to post yesterday and Saturday, though not Friday.
Just busy with the cousins/relatives and such.

The second part of my post title refers to the fact that I’ve run out of USB ports, necessitating a USB port hub thingie (courtesy of a very nice cousin).

I don’t understand why in this age of wirelessness has nobody figured out away to charge things without a wire. Damn it.

Also, I may be getting an iPod after all. Since the father is willing to pay, I’ll get a white one and find a case for it.

Except that it’s wrong. I’m normally “I’ll get exactly what I want or not at all.”

So vote: white nano or no MP3 player?


I thank my father, my mother…

….and YOU, for saving my sanity in the past few months and putting up with my whining which got to crisis point yesterday.

My Sisters, Joely and Michelle, for patting my head and sending me off with more severed hands whenever I need them.

The Jessicas, aka “Still Stuck in the Past” Tudor and Down South Jessie, for distracting me when I most needed distraction.

Edie, for appearing to think I’m more or less normal (please don’t tell me if this isn’t the case) and breezing past my surlier days without calling me on it.

Susan, for giving me something to brainstorm about and to add to my to-do list when I most needed it.

Jaci and Charli, for sharing in my cake ramblings, and for being brave enough to come back to my blog again and again.

Bam, for helping me sleep better and distracting me by sending me Skin To Skin so I can ponder “What shall I read next?” with much thoroughness.

Tia, for pointing out that if I couldn’t bake my own cake, good chocolate ice cream is a more than reasonable substitute for cake.

Alice, for making me laugh because it is true that I am a Box Cake Snob–and proud of it too.

Jane, for not replying with a “you’re mad” email to my rave about Dorie Greenspan’s Baking: From My Home To Yours.

KS, for making me laugh about your husband, and I hope both of you have recovered from the trauma of sending your kids off to school.

Raine, just because she Rocks instead of Reeking.

Ann, for this poem.

HelenKay, for posting about all sorts of interesting books so I can spend ages and ages flipping through her blog archives and distract myself with “Oh, that looks shiny and I think I should get that!”

Wendy/Portia, for understanding that the promise of a shiny, sexy, very hot and SIGNED book makes for a happy miladyinsanity, and I swear, I’ll become better at replying to emails.

Rhian, for making me feel better about myself simply by being crazier than me.

Becca, for showing me what it means to be grace in face of adversity.

I’m forgetting a lot of peeps, I know, so shoot me if you’re one of them and I’ll regenerate myself and fix you up in the next list.

Hugs, kisses and a fabulous chocolate cake, May


Why do people who are afraid of heights like to fly?

I don’t know.

But I had to share this search engine phrase with my dear blog readers who are probably shooting darts at miladyinsanity voodoo dolls by now–this probably accounts for the pain I feel in my ribs because they want me to die a slow death.

I shall defy them by blogging every single gory detail about my slow death.


Enough With The Size 0 Sniping

Check out this post. Via Lilith Saintcrow.

The original poster’s sentiments about clothing size echo my own. I’ve had those issues myself, though not from the same perspective.

But that’s not what I want to talk about.

I want to talk about the backlash against women like me, who wear very small sizes.

There are a lot of us who simply won the genetic lucky draw. I’m one of them. My grandma was a tiny woman, and before she had kids, my mother’s youngest sister wore the same size I do now–I know because I’ve inherited quite a few pieces of her pre-pregnancy wardrobe.

The undeniable truth is that there are women who starve themselves into a size 0. I pity them, and you should too, because one shouldn’t need to do such a thing to feel happy about themselves. But you shouldn’t tarnish all of us with the same brush.

I’m tired of having people talk about the fact that I wear XS–and even that’s sometimes too big thanks to vanity sizing–as though it makes me a freak and less of a woman. Because it doesn’t.

Don’t any of you realise that the world disdains us size 0 women as much as they do you normal, everyday women? Not in the same way, but it is disdain all the same. They have merely lifted us up onto a pedestal, saying that this is the woman you should aspire to be, and then knocked us down again.

When you say things like “the bane of all sane women: size 0” you are part of that world. Without size 0, some of us wouldn’t have clothes to wear–at least, not off the rack, and most of us couldn’t afford to maintain a completely made to order wardrobe.

It’s the same way you might not have clothes if there weren’t sizes 16 and 18 and 20. We don’t begrudge you those sizes, so why do you begrudge us sizes 00 and 0 and 2?


MP3 Players

Here’s hoping somebody can help me out.

I’m looking for an MP3 player.

  • 2-8GB–preferably on the higher end of this range
  • Has a hard-drive, not a flash drive.
  • I don’t care about photo/video capability.
  • Minimum 10 hours playback time.
  • Easy to use software.
  • Flat would be a huge plus
  • Coming in black color would be a huge plus too–because I have to match
  • Being able to use it as a back-up hard-drive for smaller files (eg WIP files) would be nice
  • Small is beautiful

That’s basically it, I think.

I could head straight for an iPod, but I’m not sure I want to pay the premium for having the Apple logo on my MP3 player.

I could get 2 Creative Zen Stones for the price of 1 Shuffle, or a 4GB Neeon 2 for roughly 30% less than an 4GB Nano.

Not to mention, it might kill me because I’d be paying SGD436 for an 8GB black Nano when I could get a 30GB iPod for the same price!

I don’t want the 30GB iPod because it’s BIG (I repeat, small is beautiful), and I really don’t need that much space.

On the other hand, getting an iPod would mean the convenience of being able to buy directly from iTunes without converting formats and what not–I know how to use a computer, but I like things complication-free.



The Not Killing of Harry Potter

Won’t happen.

I think Amie Stuart is right when she says:

Who would want to see the rest of the movies if they knew he died?

Sigh. Now they’ll accuse me of thinking evil and nasty thought about JK Rowling and claiming that she’s a sell-out to big business.

(It’s not true, purely because I’d do the same thing in her position…hey, I like money!)

But I know she is absolutely right when she says this:

You are evil

This begs the question: Do you know of my as-yet unrevealed new project? The not-a-book-but-writing-is-involved project?


Also, should I take part in Seventy Days of Sweat? I’d have to decide on a WIP, figure out a goal, and possibly create a plot. Vote.


This blog is rated…R!!!

Beth, I should have posted that HOT HOT HOT excerpt. Damn it.

I mean…look!

Online Dating


  • sex (6x)
  • hell (4x)
  • sexy (2x)
  • whore (1x)

I can’t believe I only used those words so few times. Okay. I can believe I only used whore once. I did talk about a sexy book called HO quite a bit though.

And I can’t believe that those few times earned me an R rating.

So to make myself feel like I deserve an R rating:

Sex sex sex sex sex sex

Hell hell hell hell hell hell

Sexy sexy sexy sexy sexy

Whore whore whore whore whore



Even though this is my blog, I don’t always see it as my place to share my point of view, believe it or not. I’d honestly rather that you take what I say with many grains of salt (unless I’m raving about a book, in which case you should get your ass out to the stores and buy it *ggg* even if you are JM Carr).

In a sense, there’s the Blog-Me and there’s Me-Minus-Blog-Me. Me-Minus-Blog-Me doesn’t really get the let it all hang out mentality of Blog-Me.

Once in awhile, it’s not that I have Nopinion, but rather that I’ve an Opinion, and decided to shut up about it. It’s a good thing that like PBW, I like to write, and draft and redraft–by the time this goes up, it will have been through half a dozen rewrites, and my Romancing The Blog posts often have more. Otherwise… *shakes head* I’ve a temper, and occasionally it runs away from me. So yeah, I do sometimes censor myself.

The more important, I think, reason is simply that I often have Nopinion (unless it’s about books, because when it comes to books, I’m always right *ggg* unless you’re JM Carr).

Take Jaid Black. She gives her side of the story on JaynieR‘s blog, and KarenS discusses it on her own blog as well.

Me, I think Ms Black is brave to talk about it so openly, but I also see that there is a reason why bravery is often a synonym for stupidity–FYI, I do admire Ms Black for what she has achieved. Perhaps the right word is foolishness, not stupidity.

But I’ve Nopinion about what Ms Black actually said. In some ways, I’m more curious about what other people think of what she said than anything else.

That’s mostly why I started The Stalker and Wednesday Web Wanderer, because it’s not much of a blog post if I just post a something with one link and that’s it.

I’ll also take the opportunity to say this: I’d love it if you guys came back more often to tell me what you think of the blogs/articles etc I’ve linked to.

And no, I’m not planning to change my blog title to Nopinionista. 😉 But the original one is quite a good read, and this is one of my favorite Opinionista posts.

PS I don’t have anything against JM. She’s very nice, and hopefully she’ll forgive me for poking fun at her. To understand why I’ve mentioned her twice, please check out the comments in this post.


It’s Nearly Over

Well, except for one paper anyway.

Today’s Econs 6 paper went surprisingly well. I don’t know whether I’m just relieved that it’s over or whether I really did well in this paper. Naturally, I hope it’s the latter, especially since yesterday’s chemistry papers have Disaster written all over them.

Plus, yesterday? I told someone to make a dry caramel without adding sugar when I actually meant without adding water. God only knows what I wrote in the chemistry papers. I guess the most I can hope for is that the examiners laugh at me. Sigh. If they cry, I’m going to fail for sure.
Anyway, I’ll have a few other posts up today, and what I have to say will be more interesting than this wee post.

Anya Bast‘s interview will be up tomorrow, and there’s a giveaway involved!

PS Tomorrow, Project Seeing Shiloh‘s Face starts because I’m meeting Jaynie tomorrow!


Global Zombie Uprising

Haven’t slept all night. Not since the Zombie uprising woke me up.

If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, you’ll know what happened to me, because I am going to tell you now.

They will have eaten me up.

I have been hearing bones crunching all night. And screams and tearing flesh and lipsmacking sounds!

I could almost tolerate the first three…but the last…the last…

It’s horrifying to learn that there is something out there that thinks you are tasty.

I don’t want to be tasty! *wails*

*wail is suddenly cut short*

*bones go crunch-crunch*