I passed on to my best friend the news/rumor that her boyfriend since birth, Leonardo di Caprio, is the hottest bet (if not the surest) for the role of Jay Gatsby in Baz Luhrmann's adaptation of The Great Gatsby which will come out in the big screen on 2012 (sigh, let time fly please!).
My best friend was excited over the prospect of another Leo movie and asked me what The Great Gatsby was all about. I led her to my other blog where I wrote about the book (as a summer reading suggestion, together with Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood). At her request, I didn't give spoilers of Leo's future film, but I did spill the magic beans on Norwegian Wood.
After ending my paraphrased version of Murakami's "most erotic" novel which ended in the hero's love interest's suicide, my best friend frowned: "What kind of a story is that? I'd take the cliches of happy endings anytime. Where did I read it? I guess from Wayne Dyer it was, saying that we mustn't read or watch the news (with all its negativity) - it'll only bring us down." Sigh of relief. Right she is.
After pondering the mysteries and miseries of life, I'm ready for a happy ending, no matter how cheesy the story line... Goodbye for now, Murakami, Fitzgerald and Wei Hui. I'm going to Disneyland and switch back to my sappy Asian dramas.
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