I am rather happy with cultivating my new habit.

It tells me people in China are now burning fake Viagra pills to the deceased, and designed bento box lunches are all the rage in Japan. How a woman develops a special relationship with a guy literally a cut above the rest, and just yesterday, Ong Sor Fern offered her definition of a good script: a story versatile enough to be enjoyed universally across all cultures.

It is a form of self-gratification, a silent smug that you get more knowledgeable by the day. Hey, everyone needs a form of reassurance, no?

The one story that has impressed me the most thus far is the exclusive interview with the un-named Singaporean man who, as you read, is spending his time in a Sydney prison.

'I fed my daughter 200 sleeping pills', was the headline splashed across the frontpage of Home. Till now I remain impressed at how the paper managed to secure this interview, and how the guy even agreed to be interviewed.

It was a sensational story with a chilling read. The part that grabbed me the most was near the end, where we learn the man now talks on the phone to his 2 daughters once every week.

The 2 girls who are now safe cannot remember what happened that fateful night. But what if they ask you about it, the newspaper asked.

Then I'll tell them I tried to kill them, and I'm very very sorry, he was reported saying.

I don't quite know what to make out of that. Nonetheless, this is one story that will definitely stay with me for a long while.

There is a famous saying which goes: Journalists should not work to comfort the afflicted, but to afflict the comforted. I have flipped to a chapter where I remain intrigued by the world of Journalism. All because a mind-blowing presentation led to an unearthing of 2 people just being themselves. Now that, is the best part.

Anyhow, I love Bernard Cohen's quote: The media might not be successful in telling us what to think, but it sure is successful in telling us what to think about.

Food for thought there.