Sick today. Feel horrible. I can sense a sorethroat developing.
Nothing is coherent to me. It took me several tries to complete reading ONE page.
Just for the record, I'm reading Touch of Frost.
Decided to abandon the Significance series. I'm overloaded with these cheesy romance at the moment. Just want something different with more adventures, mysteries, action...and a right amount of romance.
My mom continue to keep her silence. It's killing me. I hate it.
Sunday, 30 September 2012
Saturday, 29 September 2012
Sighing is what I do these days. Pathetic.
I'm in mourning...for the little piglet that belonged to my neighbor. I did not use the verb "RAISED" because it is too honorable a word to refer to someone who sold their adorable tiny pet to be COOKED into a side-dish. The little thing was not your usual pig. It was very small, plumb and absolutely adorable. There was intelligence shone in its eyes even. It shrieked so loudly and for a very long time when these cruel people captured it. So barbaric. So inhumanly.
I understand that it is common to sell pigs, but this one was raised as a PET. A pet, for god's sake. You don't sell your pet to be put on a plate and served to people. You are responsible to take good care of your pet to their final day. I know the sweet little thing probably is gone already. But I miss it something fierce. On sunny days, the piglet used to run out to play with the puppies from the house across mine. They made such a funny picture, but they fitted very well with each other. Some of the puppies have been given away. The piglet...is gone. And the horrible thing is I've heard the owner of these puppies' mother call some one to discuss about selling the mother dog away...again...to a RESTAURANT. I hate these restaurant. They have all sort of meat on their menu, from the typical meat to...dog, cat...Horrible is all I can say.
I had a friend who had a very funny conception in her mind. One day she told me she loved dogs and cats so very much that she often brought stray puppies and kitten home to take care of them. The next she declared to me her all time favourite food was hot pot cooked with DOG meat. Goodness! I recoiled instantly but had to hide my repulsed reaction. I deem these people as hypocrite.
I can't wait to finish Significance. I'm overdosed with cheesy romance. Tiny doses could get you daydreaming all day for more; but when you're given too much, believe me it's tiredsome to go through all those lovey-dovey scenes and dialogues. The honey is excruciatingly sweet. I do not think I can handle another spoon of this honey. I have about 20% more to go. Hopefully I can get it done fast without skipping through the book. I hate skipping book. Right, I did it just the other day to shadow and bones book. However, it's not the same thing. It's actually flipping which means I only wanted to have a peek at what's to happen in the later parts of the book. Skipping means I'll skim through the book without any intention of going back for a thorough read. Ok. I admit I'm trying to defend myself. It's pathetic, so let's move on. Shall we???
I have to voice some remarks about Significance before my eyes shut for the day. If you are a supporter for feminism, I don't think this book will be your cup of tea. Almost all female characters including the heroine enjoyed sitting back to let their men lead their life. Some even scorned the idea of modern women independence. This indeed irked me. I don't commit to feminism, but I hate the opinion that males are supposed to be the boss while we are only their minions. Totally ridiculous. Now's already the 21st century, women. Open your mind a little, will you? What was the author thinking while writing this book, by the way? Isn't she also an independent woman who can earn her own bread and cheese and doesn't rely on her husband's income? If she is so fond of the patriarchal system, why don't she just go back in the past and live in Asia?
Sometimes the heroine's level of stupidity is beyond my comprehension. The logic of the characters' way of thinking and belief, and the structure of the story is sort of...weird and funny...not in a good way, mind you.
There are plenty oppotunities for Shelly Crane to drive the story to the highest climax. Too bad she let them slide through her fingers, and in the end you don't get the climax that could have been amazing, instead you get only SPARKS. Weak ones, not strong ones. I was so...very excited to see something that I expected and hoped would come, but it didn't. And what I got wasn't very interesting or anything, so my enjoyment plummeted. *Shaking head* I wonder if Shelly Crane chose the easy way to lead her story, instead of the difficult way. Hence, they are not as exciting and fantastic as it could have been. I guess this is just not my favourite romance. It's shallow. The realistic element the author strived to achieve wasn't convincing at all. Simone Elkeles could have done a way better job. I once compared this book's way of writing with that of Jennifer Armentrout. There is a certain amount of similarity, but at least Jennifer is much more awesome at weaving an intense romance and pulling the story in a way that you get blown by the fiery climax. Everything about this Significance is so pale compared to other books also packed with fantasy/sci-fi, romance, realistic elements. Yes, it's harsh. But it's my opinion.
*sigh bleakly* Talked to my mother and be answered back with SILENCE. Guess I'll be stuck with this pathetic life of mine for a long time...until I could figure some other way around.
I understand that it is common to sell pigs, but this one was raised as a PET. A pet, for god's sake. You don't sell your pet to be put on a plate and served to people. You are responsible to take good care of your pet to their final day. I know the sweet little thing probably is gone already. But I miss it something fierce. On sunny days, the piglet used to run out to play with the puppies from the house across mine. They made such a funny picture, but they fitted very well with each other. Some of the puppies have been given away. The piglet...is gone. And the horrible thing is I've heard the owner of these puppies' mother call some one to discuss about selling the mother dog away...again...to a RESTAURANT. I hate these restaurant. They have all sort of meat on their menu, from the typical meat to...dog, cat...Horrible is all I can say.
I had a friend who had a very funny conception in her mind. One day she told me she loved dogs and cats so very much that she often brought stray puppies and kitten home to take care of them. The next she declared to me her all time favourite food was hot pot cooked with DOG meat. Goodness! I recoiled instantly but had to hide my repulsed reaction. I deem these people as hypocrite.
I can't wait to finish Significance. I'm overdosed with cheesy romance. Tiny doses could get you daydreaming all day for more; but when you're given too much, believe me it's tiredsome to go through all those lovey-dovey scenes and dialogues. The honey is excruciatingly sweet. I do not think I can handle another spoon of this honey. I have about 20% more to go. Hopefully I can get it done fast without skipping through the book. I hate skipping book. Right, I did it just the other day to shadow and bones book. However, it's not the same thing. It's actually flipping which means I only wanted to have a peek at what's to happen in the later parts of the book. Skipping means I'll skim through the book without any intention of going back for a thorough read. Ok. I admit I'm trying to defend myself. It's pathetic, so let's move on. Shall we???
I have to voice some remarks about Significance before my eyes shut for the day. If you are a supporter for feminism, I don't think this book will be your cup of tea. Almost all female characters including the heroine enjoyed sitting back to let their men lead their life. Some even scorned the idea of modern women independence. This indeed irked me. I don't commit to feminism, but I hate the opinion that males are supposed to be the boss while we are only their minions. Totally ridiculous. Now's already the 21st century, women. Open your mind a little, will you? What was the author thinking while writing this book, by the way? Isn't she also an independent woman who can earn her own bread and cheese and doesn't rely on her husband's income? If she is so fond of the patriarchal system, why don't she just go back in the past and live in Asia?
Sometimes the heroine's level of stupidity is beyond my comprehension. The logic of the characters' way of thinking and belief, and the structure of the story is sort of...weird and funny...not in a good way, mind you.
There are plenty oppotunities for Shelly Crane to drive the story to the highest climax. Too bad she let them slide through her fingers, and in the end you don't get the climax that could have been amazing, instead you get only SPARKS. Weak ones, not strong ones. I was so...very excited to see something that I expected and hoped would come, but it didn't. And what I got wasn't very interesting or anything, so my enjoyment plummeted. *Shaking head* I wonder if Shelly Crane chose the easy way to lead her story, instead of the difficult way. Hence, they are not as exciting and fantastic as it could have been. I guess this is just not my favourite romance. It's shallow. The realistic element the author strived to achieve wasn't convincing at all. Simone Elkeles could have done a way better job. I once compared this book's way of writing with that of Jennifer Armentrout. There is a certain amount of similarity, but at least Jennifer is much more awesome at weaving an intense romance and pulling the story in a way that you get blown by the fiery climax. Everything about this Significance is so pale compared to other books also packed with fantasy/sci-fi, romance, realistic elements. Yes, it's harsh. But it's my opinion.
*sigh bleakly* Talked to my mother and be answered back with SILENCE. Guess I'll be stuck with this pathetic life of mine for a long time...until I could figure some other way around.
Friday, 28 September 2012
The windmill is still today. There's no wind. I wish I could summon it.
No progress. Tomorrow is weekend already. Even if I send any emails today, I will have to wait until Monday. Myself today is an epitome of laziness. I don't feel like doing anything, blogging included *tsk tsk*
I'm reading Significance by Shelly Crane now. Wow. High alert for INSTA-LOVE and major CHEESINESS. Hmmm....but an enjoyable read nonetheless. It's exactly what a girl with troubled mind needs right now. Not too serious thinking required. Though it's very slow-paced. On top of that, it feels like the hero and heroine vow their undying love for each other in every line of the book. It gets tired sometimes, I confess. The romance is the sort that I believe can only happen in a NOVEL. And one thing I don't like in this book is the consistency in using the expression "ya know" which is used by basically EVERYONE from the youngest to the oldest. It somehow gets on my nerve.
I'm still debating whether or not to continue this series after Significance. It's a very sweet love story and I'd hate to not reading it, but...Anyway, if there's no other books I'm interested in I'll read the rest in this series. I certainly want to see Maggie and Caleb marry in the last installment that is not yet realeased but about to.
Hey, have you noticed? It's Maggie and Caleb *eyes goggling* . Again. But not the same story. And not written by the same author. How concidential! I've just finished Leaving Paradise series featuring another couple with the same names Maggie and Caleb probably a few days ago or at most a week ago. Maggie and Caleb once again are a couple. Yay!! Are these name popular???
Well, not much else to say. Everything today is a stand-still.
One thing I have to do tomorrow is talk to my mother. I cannot put it off any longer. Things need to be decided in order to progress.
I'm reading Significance by Shelly Crane now. Wow. High alert for INSTA-LOVE and major CHEESINESS. Hmmm....but an enjoyable read nonetheless. It's exactly what a girl with troubled mind needs right now. Not too serious thinking required. Though it's very slow-paced. On top of that, it feels like the hero and heroine vow their undying love for each other in every line of the book. It gets tired sometimes, I confess. The romance is the sort that I believe can only happen in a NOVEL. And one thing I don't like in this book is the consistency in using the expression "ya know" which is used by basically EVERYONE from the youngest to the oldest. It somehow gets on my nerve.
I'm still debating whether or not to continue this series after Significance. It's a very sweet love story and I'd hate to not reading it, but...Anyway, if there's no other books I'm interested in I'll read the rest in this series. I certainly want to see Maggie and Caleb marry in the last installment that is not yet realeased but about to.
Hey, have you noticed? It's Maggie and Caleb *eyes goggling* . Again. But not the same story. And not written by the same author. How concidential! I've just finished Leaving Paradise series featuring another couple with the same names Maggie and Caleb probably a few days ago or at most a week ago. Maggie and Caleb once again are a couple. Yay!! Are these name popular???
Well, not much else to say. Everything today is a stand-still.
One thing I have to do tomorrow is talk to my mother. I cannot put it off any longer. Things need to be decided in order to progress.
Thursday, 27 September 2012
I've commited a TABOO
*sigh*
Yeah, sighing ISN'T a good way to start ANYTHING, let alone blogging. But I can't help it. I feel anxious, worried, unsettled and discourageous....Ok, I'll spill the beans. It's about my enrolment for distance learning Level 3 Diploma. I'm afraid my parents won't fund it for me. These courses cost more than I and THEY expected. A lot more, in fact.
*sigh* (AGAIN!!!)
Just when I was going to take a break from thinking about it, this Marcelle person (the one who has been responding to my queries) sent me an attached document encouraging me to fill it in so I can get a 10% off for my future course. Hmmm.
What remains to be seen is what sort of documents and certificates do they require me to send to them; whether or not they need to be translated and confirmed of its authenticity...; and whether I need to retake an IELTS exam because my certificate has long expired.
As for whether my completing 11th grade in high school is equivalent to a GCSE graduate, I'm pretty sure it is. Because I've read some information about it online, and actually had been counselled about it before my studing abroad some years ago that upon finishing 10th grade, I could apply for A-level courses. In truth, I've COMPLETED my A-level courses in 2008 and got UNCONDITIONAL OFFERS from both Southampton University and Keele University (if I remember the name right). I'm already above GCSE level; but when I contacted the British Council in Ho Chi Minh city, they recommended me to take IGCSE course. Jeez!
After I'm done blogging for the day, I'll send Oxford College an email to ask them about these last hindrances. They are the only obstacles along with my parents' decision that hold me back from officially enrolling. I hate to wait. I hate to dread what other people's decision for MY future. I hate the suspense.
I've been having a pounding headache. I suspect it will be a long time until this heavy burden of anxiety will be lifted from my shoulders. *sigh heavily*
I was so deeply engrossed in the fascinating fantasy world of this new book, Shadow and Bone yesterday night. It was amazing, really. It took a great effort out of me to put the book down and went to sleep. And you know what I did today right after I'm done with work......*whispering with great trepidation* I commited a TABOO. A taboo for any book lover *feet shuffling*.
Can you guess??? *fingers wiggering*...I FLIPPED through the book to the END. And look how good it served me ??? I let the book go and dropped the reading. It was a very very WRONG decidion I made. A very very WRONG thing to have done.
It's something like this. Ah, right, I've forgotten. "MAJOR SPOILERS, EVERYONE"
I fell in love with the true VILLAIN of the book and wasn't aware that he was ONE. Imagine my disappointment when the REVELATION was dawned on me. I thought my heart literally plummeted. Impossible though it sounds. But truly, I was so SAD, so BROKEN DOWN. I wanted the guy feel how to be TRULY happy so much since he's lived so long without any real LOVE. But he went and ruined my whole-hearted wish. The worst thing of all is, the heroine even tried to ELIMINATE him, albeit WITHOUT pleasure and willingess. It was only out of a sense of responsibility to the liviing world. Still...Poor guy.
I didn't really read the book, so I can't exactly do a complete analysis on their....eh, psychology and emotion for each other. Mind you, I'm not dropping the book from my TBR books. It's too AWESOME for me to do that. It would be like commiting a crime by dropping it. I'm just stalling it and wait until the second book in this series is out. I'll gulp them down in one EATING.
Although the first book ended tragically, I can sense some hidden potential for the VILLAIN and the I-have-to-kill-you-or-you-will-harm-the-world-and-cause-countless-death HEROINE. The villian is too deeply crafted to be a SIDE-DISH. He's got to be on the MAIN course. If I get to sit on the table, I'll gladly devour him without reservation. He's that...TEMPTING. He's such a complex character, so much more than the CURRENT hero that I sooooo want to learn more about him. I like the hero, too. He's such a sweet, cute, endearing and royal guy...all that a girl could wish for a boyfriend. But the villain is at a completely different level. It's more than just his deliciouness. I WANT the guy to be feel what true HAPPINESS is with a fervour.
*sigh* (Gosh! How many times have I done this SIGHING thing???)
I'm sad for him. I hope the heroine could try to learn more about him instead of just focusing on planning to SAVE the world. Try to reform him or something, girl.
Abandoing the bad boy for a good-natured boy is so.....eh, PLAIN? COMMON? ORDINARY? TYPICAL?...Take your pick, and that is my opinion. I pray Leigh Bardugo are the REVOLUTIONARY type of author. Don't you think so, too???
Yeah, sighing ISN'T a good way to start ANYTHING, let alone blogging. But I can't help it. I feel anxious, worried, unsettled and discourageous....Ok, I'll spill the beans. It's about my enrolment for distance learning Level 3 Diploma. I'm afraid my parents won't fund it for me. These courses cost more than I and THEY expected. A lot more, in fact.
*sigh* (AGAIN!!!)
Just when I was going to take a break from thinking about it, this Marcelle person (the one who has been responding to my queries) sent me an attached document encouraging me to fill it in so I can get a 10% off for my future course. Hmmm.
What remains to be seen is what sort of documents and certificates do they require me to send to them; whether or not they need to be translated and confirmed of its authenticity...; and whether I need to retake an IELTS exam because my certificate has long expired.
As for whether my completing 11th grade in high school is equivalent to a GCSE graduate, I'm pretty sure it is. Because I've read some information about it online, and actually had been counselled about it before my studing abroad some years ago that upon finishing 10th grade, I could apply for A-level courses. In truth, I've COMPLETED my A-level courses in 2008 and got UNCONDITIONAL OFFERS from both Southampton University and Keele University (if I remember the name right). I'm already above GCSE level; but when I contacted the British Council in Ho Chi Minh city, they recommended me to take IGCSE course. Jeez!
After I'm done blogging for the day, I'll send Oxford College an email to ask them about these last hindrances. They are the only obstacles along with my parents' decision that hold me back from officially enrolling. I hate to wait. I hate to dread what other people's decision for MY future. I hate the suspense.
I've been having a pounding headache. I suspect it will be a long time until this heavy burden of anxiety will be lifted from my shoulders. *sigh heavily*
I was so deeply engrossed in the fascinating fantasy world of this new book, Shadow and Bone yesterday night. It was amazing, really. It took a great effort out of me to put the book down and went to sleep. And you know what I did today right after I'm done with work......*whispering with great trepidation* I commited a TABOO. A taboo for any book lover *feet shuffling*.
Can you guess??? *fingers wiggering*...I FLIPPED through the book to the END. And look how good it served me ??? I let the book go and dropped the reading. It was a very very WRONG decidion I made. A very very WRONG thing to have done.
It's something like this. Ah, right, I've forgotten. "MAJOR SPOILERS, EVERYONE"
I fell in love with the true VILLAIN of the book and wasn't aware that he was ONE. Imagine my disappointment when the REVELATION was dawned on me. I thought my heart literally plummeted. Impossible though it sounds. But truly, I was so SAD, so BROKEN DOWN. I wanted the guy feel how to be TRULY happy so much since he's lived so long without any real LOVE. But he went and ruined my whole-hearted wish. The worst thing of all is, the heroine even tried to ELIMINATE him, albeit WITHOUT pleasure and willingess. It was only out of a sense of responsibility to the liviing world. Still...Poor guy.
I didn't really read the book, so I can't exactly do a complete analysis on their....eh, psychology and emotion for each other. Mind you, I'm not dropping the book from my TBR books. It's too AWESOME for me to do that. It would be like commiting a crime by dropping it. I'm just stalling it and wait until the second book in this series is out. I'll gulp them down in one EATING.
Although the first book ended tragically, I can sense some hidden potential for the VILLAIN and the I-have-to-kill-you-or-you-will-harm-the-world-and-cause-countless-death HEROINE. The villian is too deeply crafted to be a SIDE-DISH. He's got to be on the MAIN course. If I get to sit on the table, I'll gladly devour him without reservation. He's that...TEMPTING. He's such a complex character, so much more than the CURRENT hero that I sooooo want to learn more about him. I like the hero, too. He's such a sweet, cute, endearing and royal guy...all that a girl could wish for a boyfriend. But the villain is at a completely different level. It's more than just his deliciouness. I WANT the guy to be feel what true HAPPINESS is with a fervour.
*sigh* (Gosh! How many times have I done this SIGHING thing???)
I'm sad for him. I hope the heroine could try to learn more about him instead of just focusing on planning to SAVE the world. Try to reform him or something, girl.
Abandoing the bad boy for a good-natured boy is so.....eh, PLAIN? COMMON? ORDINARY? TYPICAL?...Take your pick, and that is my opinion. I pray Leigh Bardugo are the REVOLUTIONARY type of author. Don't you think so, too???
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Goodbye...Sweet SPELLS. Maybe another time.
Today I'm not in the mood for writing, so I'll make it short. Can't pinpoint why, but I feel down.
Got an email from the British Council. They said they will ONLY host A-level exams awarded by Cambridge, not by any Award Body such as Edexcel, AQA...
I don't plan to take A-level anymore, so it doesn't matter. In addition, I've noticed that the Level 3 Diploma is accessed by one final online multiple choice exam. So I wonder if an exam placement is required for Level 3. Hopefully not. I sent an email to the Oxford College, but they haven't replied. They in fact haven't responded to my query last time. Maybe the person in charge who have been bombarded by my confusing queries lost his nerve and decided to give me a poker face. Man, I need information. Your couses cost a lot. I need to gather enough information to be sure that I'm qualified for this course and that there is a place for me to take my exam. It will not be funny at all if I am to study my butt off, but unable to take the final exam, simply because there's no place for me to do that *groaning*.
Tired. My eyes hurt.
I've decided to abandon Spells by Apprilynne Pike. It's getting sooooo boring. I had to put the book down to refresh myself before I fell asleep for so many times I've forgotten to count. Besides, the characters are SUPPOSED to grow, but seem to remain the same, or at least to me. One is still a selfish girl who wants everything and doesn't want to let go of anything. One is still a puppy boy who will do nothing but WAIT for the love of his life to change his mind. One is still a complete Science geek and a perpetually jovial and timid guy who continues to receive such pathetic love from a girl who thinks of him as nothing other than a safe pillar and a constant in her life. Maybe reading this book at another time will give me a different opinion. Oh wait, one last thing I've taken note about Pike is that her books lack the required tension in romance, also in events. You know, things need a certain amount of momentum to get to a high climax. You can't just drive a story in a constant speed, but at the last moment make a dash to the climax. The structure will fall out of place. I do know that this style doesn't work for me. It didn't drive me mad. It didn't wrench my heart. It DID make me raise an EYEBROW though. Quite an achievement, don't ya think :P.
Edit. Just received a reply from the person I thought I've scared away. He/ She said I don't need an exam placement. I can just take the exam anywhere as I please because after all the exam is conducted online. Apparently they don't need anyone to WATCH me while I do my exam. Quite trusting these people are, huh.
Got an email from the British Council. They said they will ONLY host A-level exams awarded by Cambridge, not by any Award Body such as Edexcel, AQA...
I don't plan to take A-level anymore, so it doesn't matter. In addition, I've noticed that the Level 3 Diploma is accessed by one final online multiple choice exam. So I wonder if an exam placement is required for Level 3. Hopefully not. I sent an email to the Oxford College, but they haven't replied. They in fact haven't responded to my query last time. Maybe the person in charge who have been bombarded by my confusing queries lost his nerve and decided to give me a poker face. Man, I need information. Your couses cost a lot. I need to gather enough information to be sure that I'm qualified for this course and that there is a place for me to take my exam. It will not be funny at all if I am to study my butt off, but unable to take the final exam, simply because there's no place for me to do that *groaning*.
Tired. My eyes hurt.
I've decided to abandon Spells by Apprilynne Pike. It's getting sooooo boring. I had to put the book down to refresh myself before I fell asleep for so many times I've forgotten to count. Besides, the characters are SUPPOSED to grow, but seem to remain the same, or at least to me. One is still a selfish girl who wants everything and doesn't want to let go of anything. One is still a puppy boy who will do nothing but WAIT for the love of his life to change his mind. One is still a complete Science geek and a perpetually jovial and timid guy who continues to receive such pathetic love from a girl who thinks of him as nothing other than a safe pillar and a constant in her life. Maybe reading this book at another time will give me a different opinion. Oh wait, one last thing I've taken note about Pike is that her books lack the required tension in romance, also in events. You know, things need a certain amount of momentum to get to a high climax. You can't just drive a story in a constant speed, but at the last moment make a dash to the climax. The structure will fall out of place. I do know that this style doesn't work for me. It didn't drive me mad. It didn't wrench my heart. It DID make me raise an EYEBROW though. Quite an achievement, don't ya think :P.
Edit. Just received a reply from the person I thought I've scared away. He/ She said I don't need an exam placement. I can just take the exam anywhere as I please because after all the exam is conducted online. Apparently they don't need anyone to WATCH me while I do my exam. Quite trusting these people are, huh.
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
CHANGE
Just found a place to ask for an exam placement. Haven't received their reply yet, but I think they will accept, after all it's the British Council. I read from their website that they are coopperated with the British exam boads...this and that.
Broke the news to my mother a few hours ago. Can't really deduce what she really thought from her expression, but it didn't seem to bode well. She didn't look very happy. Funny how other parents would be totally elated and jumping up and down heavenly when they hear that their failured child wants to change their style of life and strive for the better. Not in my mother's case. I know why. She doesn't want to be reminded of what happened in the past, what she deemed as her fault for destroying my future plan. I don't really think so. It's me who chickened out from having to face a more difficult route and let my own future go. It's me who wanted to drown herself in her own misery. I chose the easy way. It was pitiful. I've wasted so many years. The years that I could have spent to make a difference.
I can't say I don't blame my mother at all. A part of me did, and....still does. Yeah, such a bad daughter I am. No matter what, I have to CHANGE. I can't endure my current lifestyle any more. I hate to be the recipient of all the pitiful and patronizing stares from my relatives. I can't run away and lie to my old friends forever.
Yeah, I'm scared to be planning for such a major change out of the blue. But people's lives still go on, while mine has stopped several years ago. I have to change or I'll be as good as a corpse. May as well bury me deep down the earth if I don't ever change.
I'm thinking of doing Level 3 Diplomas in Abnormal Psychology, Psychology, Forensic and Criminal Psychology, and Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. Then I'll progress to BTEC (HND) in Psychology Studies (that is if I'll pass all my exams). It will take me three years to complete these courses. One for Level 3 and two for BTEC HND. Upon being issued these certificates, I could either plunge into the field of job-hunting or continue my education at a university in England. I won't have to study the first year and can jump to the second year or third year depending on the university's requirements and how good I'll do on the BTEC (HND) degree. If I can choose, I'll opt for the latter. I love to expand my knowledge.
Today's pizza feast was a major failure. Pizza Hut sucks. I happen to disagree with whoever praises pizza hut's pizza. They taste good actually, but the pizza's base was not crisp and so weak that by the time we brought them home, they had turned into a complete mess. I thought I was eating something I dug out of a garbage bin. Besides, the waitress who took my order meddled it and change my order into something very different. I ordered a PEPPERONI pizza along with others. She brought me SEAFOOD IN PEPPER SAUCE. I ordered cheese filling for only two out of three pizza; what was handed to me all had cheese filling on the rims. Goodness, can't the girl read? It was too crowded so we didn't bother to look if they was the right ones and just went home. Hence, in short, we shared the same responsibility in creating this mistake.
*sigh* the cheese filling didn't melt at all. I put the pizza in my oven in an attempt to melt the cheese, sadly to no avail. It tasted sort of nice, but was too rich, and chewy like marshmallow. I didn't really favour such sensation. Not my cup of tea I guess. I like the hot melting stuff better. Moreover, there was so LITTLE cheese on top of the pizza that it was quite invisible.
Finished Wings today. In fact, the book was better than I expected. Regardless, I have to say I'm angry at the heroine. She's such a selfish girl. She loves one boy, but she's afraid of being alone because they can't be together (by her own choice), so she chose another one who is a CONSTANT in her life as she remarked and who she only likes, NOT loves. The book was an entertaining and very enjoyable read. But I think Pike wasted too much writing on some unnecessary parts while other elements should be explored more. I know she wanted to make the romance irresistible as one reviewer said, but unfortunately fell flat in the end.
Broke the news to my mother a few hours ago. Can't really deduce what she really thought from her expression, but it didn't seem to bode well. She didn't look very happy. Funny how other parents would be totally elated and jumping up and down heavenly when they hear that their failured child wants to change their style of life and strive for the better. Not in my mother's case. I know why. She doesn't want to be reminded of what happened in the past, what she deemed as her fault for destroying my future plan. I don't really think so. It's me who chickened out from having to face a more difficult route and let my own future go. It's me who wanted to drown herself in her own misery. I chose the easy way. It was pitiful. I've wasted so many years. The years that I could have spent to make a difference.
I can't say I don't blame my mother at all. A part of me did, and....still does. Yeah, such a bad daughter I am. No matter what, I have to CHANGE. I can't endure my current lifestyle any more. I hate to be the recipient of all the pitiful and patronizing stares from my relatives. I can't run away and lie to my old friends forever.
Yeah, I'm scared to be planning for such a major change out of the blue. But people's lives still go on, while mine has stopped several years ago. I have to change or I'll be as good as a corpse. May as well bury me deep down the earth if I don't ever change.
I'm thinking of doing Level 3 Diplomas in Abnormal Psychology, Psychology, Forensic and Criminal Psychology, and Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. Then I'll progress to BTEC (HND) in Psychology Studies (that is if I'll pass all my exams). It will take me three years to complete these courses. One for Level 3 and two for BTEC HND. Upon being issued these certificates, I could either plunge into the field of job-hunting or continue my education at a university in England. I won't have to study the first year and can jump to the second year or third year depending on the university's requirements and how good I'll do on the BTEC (HND) degree. If I can choose, I'll opt for the latter. I love to expand my knowledge.
Today's pizza feast was a major failure. Pizza Hut sucks. I happen to disagree with whoever praises pizza hut's pizza. They taste good actually, but the pizza's base was not crisp and so weak that by the time we brought them home, they had turned into a complete mess. I thought I was eating something I dug out of a garbage bin. Besides, the waitress who took my order meddled it and change my order into something very different. I ordered a PEPPERONI pizza along with others. She brought me SEAFOOD IN PEPPER SAUCE. I ordered cheese filling for only two out of three pizza; what was handed to me all had cheese filling on the rims. Goodness, can't the girl read? It was too crowded so we didn't bother to look if they was the right ones and just went home. Hence, in short, we shared the same responsibility in creating this mistake.
*sigh* the cheese filling didn't melt at all. I put the pizza in my oven in an attempt to melt the cheese, sadly to no avail. It tasted sort of nice, but was too rich, and chewy like marshmallow. I didn't really favour such sensation. Not my cup of tea I guess. I like the hot melting stuff better. Moreover, there was so LITTLE cheese on top of the pizza that it was quite invisible.
Finished Wings today. In fact, the book was better than I expected. Regardless, I have to say I'm angry at the heroine. She's such a selfish girl. She loves one boy, but she's afraid of being alone because they can't be together (by her own choice), so she chose another one who is a CONSTANT in her life as she remarked and who she only likes, NOT loves. The book was an entertaining and very enjoyable read. But I think Pike wasted too much writing on some unnecessary parts while other elements should be explored more. I know she wanted to make the romance irresistible as one reviewer said, but unfortunately fell flat in the end.
Monday, 24 September 2012
Excited but Worried
Geeze, I've forgotten to email Dudley College. I never opened my blog to see what I wrote last night. *tsk tsk* So much for a reminder.
One good news is I've received a reply from the distant learning Oxford College. They say all these online courses are available for international students except Chemistry and Physics which apparently require you to do researches and experiments in a laboratory. I took Chemistry, so there's no point for me to re-take it. As for Physics, it's always been my nemesis. There's basically no mutual affection between us :P .
The matters left unclear and unresolved are for me to find a local school/college and contact them or the British council as a private A-level student for an exam placement, and to find where to pay for my exam fees.
The other thing is to prepare documents of my high school qualifications and perhaps along with my IELTS certificate for enrolment. One last problem is MONEY and PARENT PERMISSION. *sigh* So many things to plan and do. My first priority is to do IELTS revision and register for an IELTS exam that is scheduled at an earliest time possible, so I can process my enrolment soon after that. Other than that, I need to gather more information on these distant learning courses. They are expensive though not as much as actually studying abroad, still a lot of money is needed.
Anyone with an interest in these courses can have a look HERE.
They offer a variety of subjects and qualifications.
I'm considering to take two or three of the following courses:
1. Ancient History
2. Critical Thinking
3. Environmental Studies
4. Psychology
5. Sociology
I'm still undecided. All these subjects are very tough for a non-native English speaker and require extensive literary and communication skills. I don't know if I'm good enough, but I'll do my very best. 200% of my efforts.
I am at the same time excited, hopeful, but dubious and anxious. I don't want to plan out everything only to find out that it won't work for a Vietnamese student living in Vietnam. Regardless, I have to do it for a better future. I"LL DO IT.
Once I've gathered enough information. I'll break the news for my mother first and leave it to her to do the same to my father. I am not in good terms with him. My mother will be our liasion.
One good news is I've received a reply from the distant learning Oxford College. They say all these online courses are available for international students except Chemistry and Physics which apparently require you to do researches and experiments in a laboratory. I took Chemistry, so there's no point for me to re-take it. As for Physics, it's always been my nemesis. There's basically no mutual affection between us :P .
The matters left unclear and unresolved are for me to find a local school/college and contact them or the British council as a private A-level student for an exam placement, and to find where to pay for my exam fees.
The other thing is to prepare documents of my high school qualifications and perhaps along with my IELTS certificate for enrolment. One last problem is MONEY and PARENT PERMISSION. *sigh* So many things to plan and do. My first priority is to do IELTS revision and register for an IELTS exam that is scheduled at an earliest time possible, so I can process my enrolment soon after that. Other than that, I need to gather more information on these distant learning courses. They are expensive though not as much as actually studying abroad, still a lot of money is needed.
Anyone with an interest in these courses can have a look HERE.
They offer a variety of subjects and qualifications.
I'm considering to take two or three of the following courses:
1. Ancient History
2. Critical Thinking
3. Environmental Studies
4. Psychology
5. Sociology
I'm still undecided. All these subjects are very tough for a non-native English speaker and require extensive literary and communication skills. I don't know if I'm good enough, but I'll do my very best. 200% of my efforts.
I am at the same time excited, hopeful, but dubious and anxious. I don't want to plan out everything only to find out that it won't work for a Vietnamese student living in Vietnam. Regardless, I have to do it for a better future. I"LL DO IT.
Once I've gathered enough information. I'll break the news for my mother first and leave it to her to do the same to my father. I am not in good terms with him. My mother will be our liasion.
Sunday, 23 September 2012
To Do List
To-do-list
1. Contact Dudley College to see if there is some way they can re-issue my A-level certificates for Chemistry, Biology and Maths that I graduated in the year of 2008. Or in the least if there is any means to prove that I've completed A-level course since I need this for a decent full-time job. I'm tired of part-time jobs. The income is not enough and working schedule is very unstable. It's been more than 4 years. The chance is very slim, but one can hope, can't one?
2. Investigate if online A-level courses are available for international students who are unable to study abroad. Another hope? If it is possible, this time I wanna do something completely different from what I've done. No more science subjects. Go for social studies.
....And have to beg for money from my parents. I have no savings since I've been exploited by them and given them all my earned money.
1. Contact Dudley College to see if there is some way they can re-issue my A-level certificates for Chemistry, Biology and Maths that I graduated in the year of 2008. Or in the least if there is any means to prove that I've completed A-level course since I need this for a decent full-time job. I'm tired of part-time jobs. The income is not enough and working schedule is very unstable. It's been more than 4 years. The chance is very slim, but one can hope, can't one?
2. Investigate if online A-level courses are available for international students who are unable to study abroad. Another hope? If it is possible, this time I wanna do something completely different from what I've done. No more science subjects. Go for social studies.
....And have to beg for money from my parents. I have no savings since I've been exploited by them and given them all my earned money.
Fucking day
I've completed the Leaving Paradise series. My patience was constantly being tried. I'm proud of myself that I followed it to the end. All in all, those books were very good, albeit a bit tiresome and sort of confusing on many levels. The hero and heroine kept dodging each other and from facing the truth for the better parts of both books in this series. Their feelings and resolution wavered almost all the time. One second I thought they've come to a decision, the next they run back to hide in that imaginary labirinth of theirs again, refusing to look right next to them where the truth has always been in plain sight. Besides their feelings for each other, there are many other things that confused me but I won't bother to go into details, since I've mused them over during the day. And they seem to click into place, though not completely. Again the ending was kind of rushed, but it was a very good ending nonetheless.
You know, I think there are storytellers who are either excellent or suck at beginning or carrying on or ending a story. In Simone Elkeles' case, I don't think she will ever have any problem with making a dashing and swooningly romantic endings. Hers are always good and keep me daydreaming for days afterwards.
One other thing I've deduced from reading the stand-alone Perfect Chemistry and the two books in Leaving Paradise series is that Simone is better at writing stand-alone books. Writing series may not be her style, because basically the story was in the rhythmn of a merry-go-round dance. It went on and back, on and back, repeating the circle over and over until I was left breathlessly frustrated. I love the series. They are packed with helpful life advices and lessons. But I think it will be a long time until I revisit these two books, if I do it at all.
I then had a try at reading Beautiful Creatures, but gave up after reading for a short while. I don't know how the story is going to turn out since I dropped it before getting to any important parts. But right now, I can not handle another excruciatingly slow-paced book. On top of it, the hero's point of view was painfully girly. I am in need of a badass hero at the moment, so I said goodbye to it without promising to visit it anytime soon.
My current choice of reading is Wings by Aprilynne Pike. It's rather good so far although the heroine was quite self-aware of her own beauty and grace.
Today has been a very FUCKING day. Pardon my language. My mood right now demands some use of cussing as an outlet for all my build-up angst.
You know, I think there are storytellers who are either excellent or suck at beginning or carrying on or ending a story. In Simone Elkeles' case, I don't think she will ever have any problem with making a dashing and swooningly romantic endings. Hers are always good and keep me daydreaming for days afterwards.
One other thing I've deduced from reading the stand-alone Perfect Chemistry and the two books in Leaving Paradise series is that Simone is better at writing stand-alone books. Writing series may not be her style, because basically the story was in the rhythmn of a merry-go-round dance. It went on and back, on and back, repeating the circle over and over until I was left breathlessly frustrated. I love the series. They are packed with helpful life advices and lessons. But I think it will be a long time until I revisit these two books, if I do it at all.
I then had a try at reading Beautiful Creatures, but gave up after reading for a short while. I don't know how the story is going to turn out since I dropped it before getting to any important parts. But right now, I can not handle another excruciatingly slow-paced book. On top of it, the hero's point of view was painfully girly. I am in need of a badass hero at the moment, so I said goodbye to it without promising to visit it anytime soon.
My current choice of reading is Wings by Aprilynne Pike. It's rather good so far although the heroine was quite self-aware of her own beauty and grace.
Today has been a very FUCKING day. Pardon my language. My mood right now demands some use of cussing as an outlet for all my build-up angst.
Saturday, 22 September 2012
What makes you a GENTLEMENT???
Today I'll talk about what I think it is that makes you a gentlement.
I don't have any high standard, all of what I expect from you, men, is as below:
1. If a lady is in need of a hand to help lift heavy things or to carry something that is beyond their capability, you will step in the picture and offer unconditional assitance. Don't think that will make you bold or too forward. Think again. We, ladies, in fact, quite like the idea of a man helping us in such situation. Just like you, we are also prideful creatures. We loathe to ask for help, even when there is no other choice.
In my case, it's my father. He's soooo LAZY that he wouldn't bother to help us when we need him. On trips, I and my MOTHER were the ones who carried most of our HEAVY luggages; while all he carried was a small backpack. When we went to supermarket, I and my MOTHER, again, were the ones who had to drag all the heavy grocery bags. What do you think he had in his hand? Guess what, it's something he bought at a CD stores or even worse, absolutely NOTHING.
2. When you share food portions with female members of your family, please be tentative and considerate towards them. Divide the portion equally. Never cross your greedy mind with something like, "Maybe she won't eat this (or that). And if I don't eat it (or them) now, it (they) will go spoilt. Better not waste it and eat it now....blah blah blah." No. That won't do. How do you know what we don't eat. Stop being such a presumptuous ass. My father does that all the time. If we have 5 apples, he probably will be kind enough to leave 2 of them for us three (me, my sister, my mother) to share. And if he starts assuming again, he'll leave us NOTHING. Why is that? Because he's convinced himself that his female family members do not eat apples.
3. NEVER EVER say that women are born to serve. NEVER EVER mention of the women's roles and responsibility in the past. It's LONG OVER. You hear me??? It's OVER. There's no such thing anymore. And NEVER EVER proclaim yourself as the pillar of the whole household when you are completely irresponsible and ignorant toward your family. I'm not saying anything about whether you are a breadwinner or not. That I don't care in the least. What is counted is your caring attitude to your family. Money is irrelevant.
4. When you need something, do it yourself. Don't expect to sit around while we work our ass off. We are not your servants. Stop being pushy and bossy. You have hands and feets. What's the deal in pouring your own glass of water? We don't mind doing that for you from time to time. But imagine yourself being ordered to get a glass of water from the kitchen when you are studying or working in your room on the 2nd floor SEVERAL times a day. How would you feel? Not happy at all, I'm sure. Totally pissed off, infact.
A piece of advice. Want someone to serve? Hire yourself a maid. We are NOT your servants.
5. Don't think we are air-headed only because we are females. Our intelligence is very high and may surpass you in many compartments. We are quite accomplished. DON'T you dare look down on or sneer at us, thinking we are not worth your time. Be attentive as a listener when we talk. DON'T you dismiss our ideas simply because you reckon nothing good comes out of us. Shake your stubborn, snobby head.
To be honest, I still have a thing or two to say, but I'm still working right now. I only take a short break to blog before it is too late for the day. All these advices come from my experience in dealing with my FATHER and some of my male FRIENDS. MANY of them, including my father, are douches. I don't care if you think less of me when I said my father was a douche. Because he really is. The tension in our father-daughter relationship is partially due to the things I mentioned above. Take him as a BAD example. Try to do something to avoid being called a DOUCHE by your own daughter. That probably will help you figure out a way to be a GENTLEMENT.
We, ladies, don't need you to treat us like queens or damsels-in-distress. We only want you to treat us with respect, equality and some delicacy. If you think it's too hard a task, then I'm afraid the road to you being a gentlement is going to be a long, tough road. Don't try so hard to consider how to deal with women. Think of us as your friend, your equal. Act on your instincts as a friend, as a considerate person. That's quite enough for us. Or at least for ME.
I don't have any high standard, all of what I expect from you, men, is as below:
1. If a lady is in need of a hand to help lift heavy things or to carry something that is beyond their capability, you will step in the picture and offer unconditional assitance. Don't think that will make you bold or too forward. Think again. We, ladies, in fact, quite like the idea of a man helping us in such situation. Just like you, we are also prideful creatures. We loathe to ask for help, even when there is no other choice.
In my case, it's my father. He's soooo LAZY that he wouldn't bother to help us when we need him. On trips, I and my MOTHER were the ones who carried most of our HEAVY luggages; while all he carried was a small backpack. When we went to supermarket, I and my MOTHER, again, were the ones who had to drag all the heavy grocery bags. What do you think he had in his hand? Guess what, it's something he bought at a CD stores or even worse, absolutely NOTHING.
2. When you share food portions with female members of your family, please be tentative and considerate towards them. Divide the portion equally. Never cross your greedy mind with something like, "Maybe she won't eat this (or that). And if I don't eat it (or them) now, it (they) will go spoilt. Better not waste it and eat it now....blah blah blah." No. That won't do. How do you know what we don't eat. Stop being such a presumptuous ass. My father does that all the time. If we have 5 apples, he probably will be kind enough to leave 2 of them for us three (me, my sister, my mother) to share. And if he starts assuming again, he'll leave us NOTHING. Why is that? Because he's convinced himself that his female family members do not eat apples.
3. NEVER EVER say that women are born to serve. NEVER EVER mention of the women's roles and responsibility in the past. It's LONG OVER. You hear me??? It's OVER. There's no such thing anymore. And NEVER EVER proclaim yourself as the pillar of the whole household when you are completely irresponsible and ignorant toward your family. I'm not saying anything about whether you are a breadwinner or not. That I don't care in the least. What is counted is your caring attitude to your family. Money is irrelevant.
4. When you need something, do it yourself. Don't expect to sit around while we work our ass off. We are not your servants. Stop being pushy and bossy. You have hands and feets. What's the deal in pouring your own glass of water? We don't mind doing that for you from time to time. But imagine yourself being ordered to get a glass of water from the kitchen when you are studying or working in your room on the 2nd floor SEVERAL times a day. How would you feel? Not happy at all, I'm sure. Totally pissed off, infact.
A piece of advice. Want someone to serve? Hire yourself a maid. We are NOT your servants.
5. Don't think we are air-headed only because we are females. Our intelligence is very high and may surpass you in many compartments. We are quite accomplished. DON'T you dare look down on or sneer at us, thinking we are not worth your time. Be attentive as a listener when we talk. DON'T you dismiss our ideas simply because you reckon nothing good comes out of us. Shake your stubborn, snobby head.
To be honest, I still have a thing or two to say, but I'm still working right now. I only take a short break to blog before it is too late for the day. All these advices come from my experience in dealing with my FATHER and some of my male FRIENDS. MANY of them, including my father, are douches. I don't care if you think less of me when I said my father was a douche. Because he really is. The tension in our father-daughter relationship is partially due to the things I mentioned above. Take him as a BAD example. Try to do something to avoid being called a DOUCHE by your own daughter. That probably will help you figure out a way to be a GENTLEMENT.
We, ladies, don't need you to treat us like queens or damsels-in-distress. We only want you to treat us with respect, equality and some delicacy. If you think it's too hard a task, then I'm afraid the road to you being a gentlement is going to be a long, tough road. Don't try so hard to consider how to deal with women. Think of us as your friend, your equal. Act on your instincts as a friend, as a considerate person. That's quite enough for us. Or at least for ME.
Friday, 21 September 2012
Dream
I've been working like crazy and having a pounding headache right now.
Let's talk about what I dreamed of yesterday. A very interesting and...delicious (wet) dream. Lol.
In my dream, there was a young boy always tagging behind me (young, but definitely old enough to be considered a young adult and to kiss. I don't wanna be accused of breaking laws in my sleep. We were walking inside a cave, perhaps an underground one. There was water flowing on the ground channeling to a shallow lake. The light from the surface of the water was luminated on the rock ceiling in waves of luminescent blue waves. I and he stepped into the lake and walked towards a boulder positioned like a small island in the centre. When I was near it, he suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling me down to sit on the gently flowing water and kissed me. We kissed so passionately, so steamingly (tounges involved). The strange thing is the dream was so vivid that I was dissappointed when I woke up. Wish I could have a second episode of that dream *sigh*
Let's talk about what I dreamed of yesterday. A very interesting and...delicious (wet) dream. Lol.
In my dream, there was a young boy always tagging behind me (young, but definitely old enough to be considered a young adult and to kiss. I don't wanna be accused of breaking laws in my sleep. We were walking inside a cave, perhaps an underground one. There was water flowing on the ground channeling to a shallow lake. The light from the surface of the water was luminated on the rock ceiling in waves of luminescent blue waves. I and he stepped into the lake and walked towards a boulder positioned like a small island in the centre. When I was near it, he suddenly grabbed my hand, pulling me down to sit on the gently flowing water and kissed me. We kissed so passionately, so steamingly (tounges involved). The strange thing is the dream was so vivid that I was dissappointed when I woke up. Wish I could have a second episode of that dream *sigh*
Thursday, 20 September 2012
Damn those perfectionists
Today I acted like an ass to my mother. She didn't do anything to deserve my fury or resentment, except perpetually throwing my slippers to the bottom of our dirty laundry basket while cleaning the house and I ended up looking for them all the time. That did tipped me over the edge of my restraints.
I've been sitting on hot coals the whole day. Customers' complaints. Always complaints. Damn these perfectionists. They want to pay little, but expect us to work like a bull. Not even a minuscule mistake is allowed. Believe me, I did do my very best at work. I hate to be complained, thus I check the goods with extra care before handing them over to be delivered. But you see, trust the customers to spot these microscopic faulties without the employ of a microscope. Apparently, my effort is not good enough for them. I'm really really sick of these so-called perfectionists. Nothing could ever satisfy them. Damn you!!!
Tons of works. Little money. Loads of complaints. That pretty much sums up my EXCITING life.
Screw it.
I've been sitting on hot coals the whole day. Customers' complaints. Always complaints. Damn these perfectionists. They want to pay little, but expect us to work like a bull. Not even a minuscule mistake is allowed. Believe me, I did do my very best at work. I hate to be complained, thus I check the goods with extra care before handing them over to be delivered. But you see, trust the customers to spot these microscopic faulties without the employ of a microscope. Apparently, my effort is not good enough for them. I'm really really sick of these so-called perfectionists. Nothing could ever satisfy them. Damn you!!!
Tons of works. Little money. Loads of complaints. That pretty much sums up my EXCITING life.
Screw it.
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
My anticipation
I've completed Leaving Paradise today and is on my way to Return to Paradise. It was a good read, albeit a bit too slow at the beginning and a rushed ending. I don't know if it was just me, but I sort of have some problem with the pacing. One moment the hero and heroine looked at each other with pure hatred, the other they fell in love. Although I complain, I quite understand the purpose of all these abrupt pacing. The first half of the book was agonizingly slow; it was probably for us to get our bearing, to come close to the characters' heart, to understand what happened and to see how those troubled teenagers access their life. The rushed conclusion maybe to emphasis that the truth has always been there. You just need to open your eyes and see it. Plain as day. That's how I interpret her writing style and aims. I hope I'm correct.
My next series after Return to Paradise is probably Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia. This is only a plan. I haven't decided yet since the book is awfully long and there are three books already been released in this series. In addition, the ratings of the first book are rather interesting. They are either one star or five star. It's either the worst or the best. You can see why I am reluctant. All things said, I'm still planning to try the first book. Hopefully, it won't try my patience.
The crown of embers by Rae Carson is already out. I sooooo want this book. OMG! I can't wait to read it. Miss Hector so much. He's so cool and amazing, except I don't like bearded men. Only for Hector, I won't complain.
The diviners is also out. I wonder what this book is about. I love Libba Bray's writing very much. *scrubbing hands in anticipation*
YUMMIE!
My next series after Return to Paradise is probably Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia. This is only a plan. I haven't decided yet since the book is awfully long and there are three books already been released in this series. In addition, the ratings of the first book are rather interesting. They are either one star or five star. It's either the worst or the best. You can see why I am reluctant. All things said, I'm still planning to try the first book. Hopefully, it won't try my patience.
The crown of embers by Rae Carson is already out. I sooooo want this book. OMG! I can't wait to read it. Miss Hector so much. He's so cool and amazing, except I don't like bearded men. Only for Hector, I won't complain.
The diviners is also out. I wonder what this book is about. I love Libba Bray's writing very much. *scrubbing hands in anticipation*
YUMMIE!
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
I'm down :((
Well, I think today I'll talk about whatever.
Hmm, okay. After reading Perfect Chemistry and Leavinf Paradise, I've noticed that there is quite a leap in the protagonists' feelings. One moment they loathed each other. The other they fell in love. Quite a transition. Of coure, there is some gradual change, but still the leap was there. But I don't care. I still love her books.
Tiger's Destiny has been out for more than a week. I have that book ready to read, yet I don't dare to touch it. Umm...I admit I'm afraid of the ending. Apparently, there is another book in this series. But I've heard that every loose end is tied in this 4th book. I really readlly don't want to read the rest of the book only to find Kishan become Durga's consort. She's goddess fo goodness' sake. Is Colleen crazy or what? It's so blasphemous. If that is how it's going to end, I'll hate Colleen. I swear. Because she's messed up my favourite series.
I'm quite down today, so let's end here. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.
Hmm, okay. After reading Perfect Chemistry and Leavinf Paradise, I've noticed that there is quite a leap in the protagonists' feelings. One moment they loathed each other. The other they fell in love. Quite a transition. Of coure, there is some gradual change, but still the leap was there. But I don't care. I still love her books.
Tiger's Destiny has been out for more than a week. I have that book ready to read, yet I don't dare to touch it. Umm...I admit I'm afraid of the ending. Apparently, there is another book in this series. But I've heard that every loose end is tied in this 4th book. I really readlly don't want to read the rest of the book only to find Kishan become Durga's consort. She's goddess fo goodness' sake. Is Colleen crazy or what? It's so blasphemous. If that is how it's going to end, I'll hate Colleen. I swear. Because she's messed up my favourite series.
I'm quite down today, so let's end here. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.
Monday, 17 September 2012
Japan is number one. I LOVE JAPAN.
My
sister's just told me the news of the possible coming war between Japan
and China. I don't know who is right or wrong, but in my opinion, China
has gone too far. They've been harassing my country, Vietnam, over the
ownership of Hoang Sa-Truong Sa islands. Now they want to take over the
Senkaku islands that belong to Japan also. They've become too aggressive
for their own good *shaking head*.
As if their country is not big enough. I believe they want to swallow the whole Asia and claim that our countries have always belonged to them. How about that? Just say the words already. I know what you want. *tsk tsk*
Because of our tension with China, we, Vietnamese, have avoided purchasing any goods from China. However, we do not act like savaged barbarians. We do not harass or bully the Chinese who live in Vietnam. We do not try to destroy any properties that belong to the local Chinese. So how come these Chinese people consider that they have the right to do just these things to the Japanese currently residing in China ??? That's so not fair. They are innocent. You, Chinese, act like an ass. I once reckoned that with the increasing prosperity in many aspects, China is going to dominate the world with their intelligence and moderned technology, but never...never with VIOLENCE. Apparently, I've always been wrong. I'm so terribly disspointed and is so embarrassed to have you as our neighbor. You are such an embarrassment to the people of Asia.
Japan's surffered so much from the Tsunami that happened just last year. They've lost so much already. Do you need to take more from them? And from us, Vietnamese? You think you're so powerful that every country must kneel down to you and be acquiescent to whatever terms or orders you're going to issue to us? My country is small and is not, by any means, resourceful or powerful in military; but we will not back down. We will fight you in one way or another if only to opose to your foolish idea of dominance and invasion.
There is a pit in my stomach the moment I heard the news. I have many Japanese friends. Some of them I've lost contact since the tsunami. One of my friends was devastated by the damages caused by the Tsunami. They've lost not only properties, but also people...PEOPLE. Do you hear? Do you see? Do you even feel? Is there a remotest morsel of sympathy in you, China? I'm afraid not. Because if you do have these basic qualities required to make you a human-being, you would not have started these arguments and confrontations that are serious enough to lead to WARS. Wars are FIRE. You're playing with fire. Fire is not easy to control. It will spread. I hope it will backfire you. That would serve you right.
Wars always result in countless amount of innocent casualties on both sides. Is losing your own people worth the invasion? Perhaps in your perception, people in your country is an inexhaustible resource; hence, you don't care if you will lose any. Profits are more worthy than human lives, of course.
I don't care if any of you, Chinese, are reading this post of mine. I'm pissed off and so I'm letting you know it.
I don't hold all Chinese responsible for those barbarian acts that have been showered on innocent Japanese, because I have Chinese friends as well. They are good and considerate people. I don't know where they stand in these battles. But if they trust that those evil deeds were justified, then I don't think I can talk to them anymore since there is a wall of difference built between us. If even they can not see what is right or wrong, I'm speechless.
I'm so worried for my friends. I hope they are fine.
Sometime ago, one of my friends sent me an email. One would think she must have been desperate and in despair. On the contrary, she told me she'd be doing all her best, not only for herself and family, but for the people of Japan also. She said she would not let herself be drown in the past and vowed to do whatever in her ability to help rebuild Japan. She was so possitive that the glory of Japan will be back, maybe not soon, but it will since every Japanese share the same sentiment, determination and ambition. They really love their country.
I admire my friend, admire the Japanese so much. They are strong people. No matter what the outcome is, I'm in support of Japan.
As if their country is not big enough. I believe they want to swallow the whole Asia and claim that our countries have always belonged to them. How about that? Just say the words already. I know what you want. *tsk tsk*
Because of our tension with China, we, Vietnamese, have avoided purchasing any goods from China. However, we do not act like savaged barbarians. We do not harass or bully the Chinese who live in Vietnam. We do not try to destroy any properties that belong to the local Chinese. So how come these Chinese people consider that they have the right to do just these things to the Japanese currently residing in China ??? That's so not fair. They are innocent. You, Chinese, act like an ass. I once reckoned that with the increasing prosperity in many aspects, China is going to dominate the world with their intelligence and moderned technology, but never...never with VIOLENCE. Apparently, I've always been wrong. I'm so terribly disspointed and is so embarrassed to have you as our neighbor. You are such an embarrassment to the people of Asia.
Japan's surffered so much from the Tsunami that happened just last year. They've lost so much already. Do you need to take more from them? And from us, Vietnamese? You think you're so powerful that every country must kneel down to you and be acquiescent to whatever terms or orders you're going to issue to us? My country is small and is not, by any means, resourceful or powerful in military; but we will not back down. We will fight you in one way or another if only to opose to your foolish idea of dominance and invasion.
There is a pit in my stomach the moment I heard the news. I have many Japanese friends. Some of them I've lost contact since the tsunami. One of my friends was devastated by the damages caused by the Tsunami. They've lost not only properties, but also people...PEOPLE. Do you hear? Do you see? Do you even feel? Is there a remotest morsel of sympathy in you, China? I'm afraid not. Because if you do have these basic qualities required to make you a human-being, you would not have started these arguments and confrontations that are serious enough to lead to WARS. Wars are FIRE. You're playing with fire. Fire is not easy to control. It will spread. I hope it will backfire you. That would serve you right.
Wars always result in countless amount of innocent casualties on both sides. Is losing your own people worth the invasion? Perhaps in your perception, people in your country is an inexhaustible resource; hence, you don't care if you will lose any. Profits are more worthy than human lives, of course.
I don't care if any of you, Chinese, are reading this post of mine. I'm pissed off and so I'm letting you know it.
I don't hold all Chinese responsible for those barbarian acts that have been showered on innocent Japanese, because I have Chinese friends as well. They are good and considerate people. I don't know where they stand in these battles. But if they trust that those evil deeds were justified, then I don't think I can talk to them anymore since there is a wall of difference built between us. If even they can not see what is right or wrong, I'm speechless.
I'm so worried for my friends. I hope they are fine.
Sometime ago, one of my friends sent me an email. One would think she must have been desperate and in despair. On the contrary, she told me she'd be doing all her best, not only for herself and family, but for the people of Japan also. She said she would not let herself be drown in the past and vowed to do whatever in her ability to help rebuild Japan. She was so possitive that the glory of Japan will be back, maybe not soon, but it will since every Japanese share the same sentiment, determination and ambition. They really love their country.
I admire my friend, admire the Japanese so much. They are strong people. No matter what the outcome is, I'm in support of Japan.
Sunday, 16 September 2012
Estoy enamorado...I'M IN LOVE (with Perfect Chemistry by Simone Elkeles)
How about the second bite? It's to go slow, you know. You've known how divine the pie or the pancakes tasted; you sure as hell don't wanna go fast. You want to ... relish every scrumptuous bite, feel the lingering sweetness on the tip of your tounge, inhale and savour the appetizing aroma enticing your nostrils...Yummie! It's sheer ambrosia! On my second read, I don't think I'll be infatuated or addicted anymore; but estoy enamorado...I'M IN LOVE.
Perfect Chemistry is one amazing, breath-taking, mind-blowing, awesome, fantastic book that I've come to love and adore so much. I was dubious when I first laid eyes on its cover. Looked cheesy...uh huh. Once I started reading, I was hooked. I hated putting the book down last night just so I could SLEEP. But I had to, or I'd have a groggy mind and wouldn't be able to enjoy the book as much as I wanted.
Simone Elkeles is a brilliant author, a gifted artist. She depicted her characters, their lives in a way so real, so believable that I didn't care if it was considered truly realistic or not. I just believed and trusted Simone to tell me her story. I tried to be attentive to every part, every aspect, every nook and cranny of her book. Yet I know I've missed out important things unwittingly because I was still reading way too fast. It couldn't be helped 'cause I was helplessly pulled by the fast pace of the story and couldn't force myself to stop.
From what I experienced, Perfect Chemistry is a magnet. It is just as electric as the agonizingly intense chemistry between Brittany and Alex. They are two people of two different worlds as opposed as the North and South poles. They come from different background and society: one white, one dark; one American, one Mexican; one rich, one poor; one the belle of high-class society, one an outcast; one a model student, one a gangster...There cannot be anymore differences between two people. But they fell in love. It started with a foolish bet that jeopardized every structure of their expected life.
This book has a touch of mild violence and foul language which is a necessity in gangsters' custom, we all know that, so there's no need to freak. Simone's ability to draw you into her characters' psychology is astounding. It's as if she could see through the heart of any person who comes in contact with her. That's how adept she is at observing and analyzing a character.
*sigh* I feel restless. I feel sad. I despite the moment when I have to part with a book I love so much. Of course, I'll re-read this book for countless times in the future. But I'm still agonized. My next to-be-read books belong to Leaving Paradise series also by Simone Elkeles. I hope they will be as wonderful as Perfect Chemistry. You did a very good job, Simone. Thank you for writing. I'm pledging my deathless allegiance to you. Please accept your humble fan's adoration.
Saturday, 15 September 2012
I'm ADDICTED
Wow, wow, wow...WOW! Perfect Chemistry is amazing. The butterflies in my stomach are still fluttering. The scenes kept on being played, rewinded, then played again in my head. I went to sleep with the thoughts of Perfect Chemistry and woke up with the anticipation of continuing the book. I love this book. I love the characters, the dramas, the depth Simone Elkeles instilled in the plots and her characters.
Both Brittany and Alex have misunderstood each other, thankfully to the tough and perfect portrays they've built for themselves. Nonetheless, the more they get close to each other, the stronger the attraction and urges to learn about themselves. Brittany felt safe and comfortable when she was near Alex. Alex felt right whenever he was near Brittany. They both found each other at vulnerable moments and felt the need to ease the pains and to comfort one another.
The plot was steamingly intense and you can't help loving both Brittany and Alex. I've come to care for them so much. I still have almost half the book to finish, so I don't know what's gonna happen between Brittany and Alex. I can only pray Simone Elkeles is kind to them and gives them a happy ending, no matter how impossible it sounds.
From whatever viewpoints I'm looking at this Perfect Chemistry, it's more or less a forbidden love story. Brit and Alex come from completely different backgrounds. Brit is the daughter of the president of a computer chips company. Her family is filthy rich, so are her friends. She is the captain of a pom-pom squad. She is highly respected, extremely popular, the most beautiful girl in her high school and has a perfect reputation; while Alex is the oldest son of a fatherless and very poor Latino family. He is a gangster who cannot find a way to escape the life he'd chosen in sacrifice for the life of his brothers, and the long stretch of his dark, dirty, criminal future. Despites all odds, they've fallen in love with each other. WOWWWWW...
I'm taking a break from this book now. Not because I've grown tired of it, but because I want to stay in the story for longer and relish every moment I'm in this book.
My heart feels so warm now. I feel so dreamy. I wonder if this is the feeling you get when you are on drugs. If so, then I am soooo addicted.
Both Brittany and Alex have misunderstood each other, thankfully to the tough and perfect portrays they've built for themselves. Nonetheless, the more they get close to each other, the stronger the attraction and urges to learn about themselves. Brittany felt safe and comfortable when she was near Alex. Alex felt right whenever he was near Brittany. They both found each other at vulnerable moments and felt the need to ease the pains and to comfort one another.
The plot was steamingly intense and you can't help loving both Brittany and Alex. I've come to care for them so much. I still have almost half the book to finish, so I don't know what's gonna happen between Brittany and Alex. I can only pray Simone Elkeles is kind to them and gives them a happy ending, no matter how impossible it sounds.
From whatever viewpoints I'm looking at this Perfect Chemistry, it's more or less a forbidden love story. Brit and Alex come from completely different backgrounds. Brit is the daughter of the president of a computer chips company. Her family is filthy rich, so are her friends. She is the captain of a pom-pom squad. She is highly respected, extremely popular, the most beautiful girl in her high school and has a perfect reputation; while Alex is the oldest son of a fatherless and very poor Latino family. He is a gangster who cannot find a way to escape the life he'd chosen in sacrifice for the life of his brothers, and the long stretch of his dark, dirty, criminal future. Despites all odds, they've fallen in love with each other. WOWWWWW...
I'm taking a break from this book now. Not because I've grown tired of it, but because I want to stay in the story for longer and relish every moment I'm in this book.
My heart feels so warm now. I feel so dreamy. I wonder if this is the feeling you get when you are on drugs. If so, then I am soooo addicted.
Friday, 14 September 2012
I love you T.J. and Ann. You are my Sweet of the day.
Despite the fact that I've planned to talk about the book I've just finished, On the Island, I don't know where to start. So let us muse over things for a while.
On the island is one of those books that give you a sweet sensation. Something that warms your insides on chilly, lonely rainy days. However, it's not one of those that give you butterfly in your stomach, heart-attacks or even mind-abused overdrive. On the island is a gentle and beautiful love story. It's like gentle waves omnipresently lapsing against the shore of a beach, the sweet lullaby a mother sings to her drowsy child.
"Awww, so SWEET" was my constant expression while reading this book. Yet, it never raged my mind when I went to sleep. I did not toss and turn all night just to replay the scenes and mull over things or to anticipate what was about to happen. Nope. I just slept peacefully; picked up the story where I left off, then finished it. And again "Awww, so SWEET" was my praise when I turned on the last page of this book. On the island certainly has plenty of rooms for improvement. Regardless, it's still a wonderful debut. I should like to read more of her books.
One of the things that I learned from reading On the Island is that we should be greatful for whatever we have and don't only take things for granted. Thus why today I spent my time thankful for my modern bathroom, the water bumping system, soap, shampoo, shower cream...and savored the blissfull shower while scrubbing myself clean from top to bottom. I felt content after the bath...and the teeth-brushing with plenty of toothpaste on my brush.
I could see where the story went by relating the story to actual and propable actions and consequences that might be inflicted upon the couple by the general but ridiculous opinions of the public. Therefore I wasn't suprised by the turning of events in On the Island.
Funny how people turn a blind eye and even admire when the couple involved is of a younger girl and an older man. The reverse, on the contrary, causes a startlingly negative and unsavory effects, much worse when the couple was initially of a teacher-student relationship.
Take my parents, they are peaceful creatures if a bit of a gossiping type. They were so surprised when they learned of the fact that the lady who bought our house was older than her husband by 4 years; and talked about it as if it was the news of the coming apocalypse. My mother reported to me the whole thing, my only respond was, "So??". Apparently, I had no idea what more to discuss about that topic.
By the way, what does another couple's relationship or age difference have anything to do with us? It's wrong to judge when we don't know anything of the truth. Rumours are rumours. News article isn't something like an x-ray scanning machine that can scan from inside out of a person's heart. Even if it could, its capability and liability are limited.
All things said, On the Island is a lovely book. I should love to pay a revisit to T.J. and Ann sometimes. Thanks for writing, Tracey Garvis-Graves. Please write more. I'd love to read more of your future books.
On the island is one of those books that give you a sweet sensation. Something that warms your insides on chilly, lonely rainy days. However, it's not one of those that give you butterfly in your stomach, heart-attacks or even mind-abused overdrive. On the island is a gentle and beautiful love story. It's like gentle waves omnipresently lapsing against the shore of a beach, the sweet lullaby a mother sings to her drowsy child.
"Awww, so SWEET" was my constant expression while reading this book. Yet, it never raged my mind when I went to sleep. I did not toss and turn all night just to replay the scenes and mull over things or to anticipate what was about to happen. Nope. I just slept peacefully; picked up the story where I left off, then finished it. And again "Awww, so SWEET" was my praise when I turned on the last page of this book. On the island certainly has plenty of rooms for improvement. Regardless, it's still a wonderful debut. I should like to read more of her books.
One of the things that I learned from reading On the Island is that we should be greatful for whatever we have and don't only take things for granted. Thus why today I spent my time thankful for my modern bathroom, the water bumping system, soap, shampoo, shower cream...and savored the blissfull shower while scrubbing myself clean from top to bottom. I felt content after the bath...and the teeth-brushing with plenty of toothpaste on my brush.
I could see where the story went by relating the story to actual and propable actions and consequences that might be inflicted upon the couple by the general but ridiculous opinions of the public. Therefore I wasn't suprised by the turning of events in On the Island.
Funny how people turn a blind eye and even admire when the couple involved is of a younger girl and an older man. The reverse, on the contrary, causes a startlingly negative and unsavory effects, much worse when the couple was initially of a teacher-student relationship.
Take my parents, they are peaceful creatures if a bit of a gossiping type. They were so surprised when they learned of the fact that the lady who bought our house was older than her husband by 4 years; and talked about it as if it was the news of the coming apocalypse. My mother reported to me the whole thing, my only respond was, "So??". Apparently, I had no idea what more to discuss about that topic.
By the way, what does another couple's relationship or age difference have anything to do with us? It's wrong to judge when we don't know anything of the truth. Rumours are rumours. News article isn't something like an x-ray scanning machine that can scan from inside out of a person's heart. Even if it could, its capability and liability are limited.
All things said, On the Island is a lovely book. I should love to pay a revisit to T.J. and Ann sometimes. Thanks for writing, Tracey Garvis-Graves. Please write more. I'd love to read more of your future books.
Thursday, 13 September 2012
No toilet. No shampoo...Ewwwwwww
Don't know what I wanna write. The better part of today I spent on working. I've just finished work, and my mind is quite groggy now.
Hmm...ok, let's talk about the book I'm reading now. Like I said, today's been a busy day, so I didn't get to read a lot, but enough to talk about.
On the Island is the book I'm reading and the one I'm gonna devour right after blogging.
It's about a 16-year-old boy with cancer (T.J.) and his thirty-year-old tutor (Anna) whose schedule had been to fly to a certain island by seaplane where they would spend summer together with the boy's family. Things never go as planned. The unexpected thing happened. The pilot suffered from a heart-attack. Without driver, the seaplane crashed down into the sea. By some sort of miracles, both T.J. and Ann survived without being shark's luncheon and got carried by the sea current to an uninhabited island. At first, they suffered from extreme dehydration due to having no container for rainwater. So far they've adjusted to their new life and things are getting more interesting between T.J. and Ann.
The premise is quite like that of Robinson. Personally, I think things are rather too convenient for two people who've lived all their life in city to survive. But then, if it wasn't, there would be no more story because the protagonists would have died due to dehydration, food poisoning, bug allergy, scurvy...All sorts of things that could kill you when you are on a totally uninhabited island.
Haven't gotten very far, so I don't know what more to talk about, except one thing, I'll ever be so thankful that I've got a fully-equipped bathroom and access to anyplace that sell shampoo, shower cream, medicines and such.
Today I spent a long time thoroughly scrubbing away dirt on my body and enjoyed every minute I spent on shampooing my hair and washing. You never know when you would get crashed on an island where there will be no toilet, no bathroom and no shampoo for you. Right? *teasing*
Hmm...ok, let's talk about the book I'm reading now. Like I said, today's been a busy day, so I didn't get to read a lot, but enough to talk about.
On the Island is the book I'm reading and the one I'm gonna devour right after blogging.
It's about a 16-year-old boy with cancer (T.J.) and his thirty-year-old tutor (Anna) whose schedule had been to fly to a certain island by seaplane where they would spend summer together with the boy's family. Things never go as planned. The unexpected thing happened. The pilot suffered from a heart-attack. Without driver, the seaplane crashed down into the sea. By some sort of miracles, both T.J. and Ann survived without being shark's luncheon and got carried by the sea current to an uninhabited island. At first, they suffered from extreme dehydration due to having no container for rainwater. So far they've adjusted to their new life and things are getting more interesting between T.J. and Ann.
The premise is quite like that of Robinson. Personally, I think things are rather too convenient for two people who've lived all their life in city to survive. But then, if it wasn't, there would be no more story because the protagonists would have died due to dehydration, food poisoning, bug allergy, scurvy...All sorts of things that could kill you when you are on a totally uninhabited island.
Haven't gotten very far, so I don't know what more to talk about, except one thing, I'll ever be so thankful that I've got a fully-equipped bathroom and access to anyplace that sell shampoo, shower cream, medicines and such.
Today I spent a long time thoroughly scrubbing away dirt on my body and enjoyed every minute I spent on shampooing my hair and washing. You never know when you would get crashed on an island where there will be no toilet, no bathroom and no shampoo for you. Right? *teasing*
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Easy but NOT Easy
But then, perhaps, Easy ended up being easy just right there. The rest, there's nothing easy about it.
This book is deep on many levels. Easy does not only feature a delectable love story, it's about many things, some of which might be disturbing to you.
Self-revelation is one. You think you know everything about yourself, huh?? Wait and see. Life is long. It's full of surprises which maybe good, or maybe bad; all in all, they serve their own purposes. And there's a reason to everything.
Coming right after self-revelation is self-confrontation. Now that you've come to realize a part of yourself that you haven't known before. What if it is something you regret, something you wish to change? Yep, I think it's time for you to confront the walls around you that have been built either by yourself or others who wish to control your life. Break the walls, live your life. Don't let other people drag you along all the time. Surprise them. Let them gape at your display of will power.
You know what friends are there for? Are they only there for fun? Are they only there so that you can go to a party together, to have a hangover on every Sunday morning? No. Friends are there to support each other, to share their troubles and to protect and help each other.
Here is another self-confrontation. There are things you can't just hide. Things you think will come to pass with time. Things, you consider, maybe harmless enough to you, are in fact worse ten-folds to others. So you should act responsible, not only for yourself, but for other people's sake. If someone inflicted violence or sexually harassed or even raped (or almost) you, you have to report, or somehow find a way to let people know. Spread the words that there may be a rapist walking on your wake. What can happen once, can happen again and again. And it doesn't need YOU to be its target. Therefore, don't be selfish, don't be a chicken. Let others know. Stand up for yourself and for others. Women can be worst enemies sometimes, but once join forces together, we are our best allies.
A message to the guys who think they are so HOT that forcing someone to have sexual intercourse with them isn't counted as RAPING, but instead, doing us, women, a great FAVOR. If you really think so, then prepare yourself to stay in JAIL. Should we give you a CALENDAR every year? That should help you kill time.
Finally, LOVE conquers ALL. Open your heart to the one you love, the one you trust once you are ready. That's what lover is there for. They are not only there to go on dates with you, to make love to you every night. Lovers are there to love you, to share your burdens in life and to give you life, smiles and happiness ten-folds of what you've given them.
There are so many lessons, so many messages in this book. Easy but not easy.
You live your life only once. So don't be afraid of making mistakes. Make plenty of mistakes, trip over on the ground; but learn from them, learn to stand up and avoid falling over the same places, is what makes you a wise person.
My only problem is that I am not a native English speaker, not an American and have never lived in America. Otherwise, I would have understood all the cussing words, teen language, Amercian jokes and sarcastic remarks. Too bad, we are not taught those things in class. I think I'm gonna go and do my own research.
Oh, right, I've discovered another thing that is easy in Easy. Um hmm?!
It's SO easy to get HOT and HEATED, and is so easy to need a COLD shower. *giggles*
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Too sleepy to name title
Today's post will be brief, partly because I've forgotten to blog, and it's very close to my sleeping time now. Another reason is because my mind is so groggy. I don't think I can write proper english.
So let me piece all things togethen into this single post. Too sleepy.
Today, I've been reading "Easy" by Tamma Webber.
I'm still sort of confused over the plots and the characters, so I think I'll do some musing today.
Well, my big puzzle piece is Lucas (or Landon). Aparrently, those two names go by the same person.
Lucas appears to be a slacking student in economics class, while Landon is actually the tutor of this class. He's been helping the professor in tutoring his underclassmen in turoring sessions.
This guy first approached Jacqueline as Lucas. He flirted with her shamelessly, and practically stripped J naked by only staring at her. He also rescued her from being raped. So, yes, he is known to J as Lucas, a slacker, because he never focuses on the lectures and only does sketching while staring at her.
Then J was introduced by her professor to the tutor so that she could get extra helps and catch up with the others in class. She's way behind, you know. Thus, J has been communicating with Landon, who in fact is Lucas, through emails. She did not know they were the same person. Landon's demeanor though was polite, there was some flirtings involved in their emails as well.
So why didn't Lucas reveal the truth to J that he actually was Landon? Is he playing with her?
Here is my deduction.
The guy Lucas apparently did not realize that J was unaware of his other name, Landon, until he thought it's already too late to tell her the truth. Lucas probably thought J responded to his flirting because she thought he was just another student in her class, while revealing his true name, Landon, may jeopardize his current relationship with J. Why is that? It's because a fraternization between a tutor and a student is strictly forbidden by the university's policy. And because he wanted her too much to risk. So he decided to go on with this misconception. This makes the plot more interesting, however, I find it sort of hard to believe. How could it be possible that a smart guy like him expected no one to blurt out the truth that he's a tutor, and not a student, which is what Benji did, and J finally knew. Regardless, J kept the fact to herself and didn't voiced out that she knew Lucas was Landon, bacuse she's afraid he's playing with her, and because she wanted him to tell her, not her confronting him.
Hmm, writing like this certainly helps my muddled mind. I've been awfully confused, since I got kind of lost and did not know in which direction the story goes.
Don't know about my sweet, but my suck is we didn't get to eat pizza, because we live so far away from the center of the city so they don't offer home delivery to our house, and my father was so lazy that he refused to go to the restaurant to pick up the pizzas. Next time I buy pizza, don't he dare expect any pieces of pizza from me. I'm not giving him any.
Note: this post is intended for Tuesday 11/9.
So let me piece all things togethen into this single post. Too sleepy.
Today, I've been reading "Easy" by Tamma Webber.
I'm still sort of confused over the plots and the characters, so I think I'll do some musing today.
Well, my big puzzle piece is Lucas (or Landon). Aparrently, those two names go by the same person.
Lucas appears to be a slacking student in economics class, while Landon is actually the tutor of this class. He's been helping the professor in tutoring his underclassmen in turoring sessions.
This guy first approached Jacqueline as Lucas. He flirted with her shamelessly, and practically stripped J naked by only staring at her. He also rescued her from being raped. So, yes, he is known to J as Lucas, a slacker, because he never focuses on the lectures and only does sketching while staring at her.
Then J was introduced by her professor to the tutor so that she could get extra helps and catch up with the others in class. She's way behind, you know. Thus, J has been communicating with Landon, who in fact is Lucas, through emails. She did not know they were the same person. Landon's demeanor though was polite, there was some flirtings involved in their emails as well.
So why didn't Lucas reveal the truth to J that he actually was Landon? Is he playing with her?
Here is my deduction.
The guy Lucas apparently did not realize that J was unaware of his other name, Landon, until he thought it's already too late to tell her the truth. Lucas probably thought J responded to his flirting because she thought he was just another student in her class, while revealing his true name, Landon, may jeopardize his current relationship with J. Why is that? It's because a fraternization between a tutor and a student is strictly forbidden by the university's policy. And because he wanted her too much to risk. So he decided to go on with this misconception. This makes the plot more interesting, however, I find it sort of hard to believe. How could it be possible that a smart guy like him expected no one to blurt out the truth that he's a tutor, and not a student, which is what Benji did, and J finally knew. Regardless, J kept the fact to herself and didn't voiced out that she knew Lucas was Landon, bacuse she's afraid he's playing with her, and because she wanted him to tell her, not her confronting him.
Hmm, writing like this certainly helps my muddled mind. I've been awfully confused, since I got kind of lost and did not know in which direction the story goes.
Don't know about my sweet, but my suck is we didn't get to eat pizza, because we live so far away from the center of the city so they don't offer home delivery to our house, and my father was so lazy that he refused to go to the restaurant to pick up the pizzas. Next time I buy pizza, don't he dare expect any pieces of pizza from me. I'm not giving him any.
Note: this post is intended for Tuesday 11/9.
Monday, 10 September 2012
My Suck and Sweet Time
My suck is I got a complain from one of my customers about a trouble that is, in fact, none-existent. She was not careful in checking her goods and quick to jump to conclusions. And I got complained for something I didn't do. Ironic.
My sweet is my mother promised me and my sister a free meal of luscious pizzas tomorrow night. The ones from PIZZA HUT, ones with cheese filling in the rims. Yumm!!! Just envy me, guys.
My sweet is my mother promised me and my sister a free meal of luscious pizzas tomorrow night. The ones from PIZZA HUT, ones with cheese filling in the rims. Yumm!!! Just envy me, guys.
I wanna get MARRIED
By the end of Point of Retreat, there's a very funny and ridiculous grin plastered on my face, although I'd willed every ounce of strength in me to suppress it, sadly, to no avail. Worst of all, my little sister starts giving me weird looks, like saying "My god, my sister is totally cracked out." Not that I care anymore. I'm already over that point of caring. I'm not going to call on that "Point of Retreat" anymore. I'm gonna cry, then laugh, then scream, then giglgle and get all hysterical. I'm gonna yell out "I LOVE SLAMMED. I LOVE POINT OF RETREAT. AND I LOVE YOU, COLLEEN HOOVER." for all the world to know. Hopefully, no one is going to put me into a hospital :P
Point of Retreat isn't as intense, or dramatic as Slammed, but is just as beautiful and wonderful and amazing. I love Will and Lake so much, but my love doesn't stop there. My love says that it also has Kel, Caulder, Kiersten, Sherry, Eddie, Gavy, Julia, Grandma, Grandpaul in its embrace. It says it loves them all and is so sad that it's time to say goodbye. It will miss them so very much and will never forget them. And that is my message for Point of Retreat. Man, I LOVE THIS BOOK.
Nevertheless, a part of me is blaming it. You know what I'm blaming it for? It's for bruising my heart so much. There were moments that I thought my heart had literally stopped beating. Then there were times it was riding several rounds of roller-coaster in such a cramped space within my ribs. Without opening my ribs to see it, I already know my heart is all black and blue. But I suppose the fact that I feel absolutely elated and ecstatic is worth the bruising after all. *wink* I'm kidding. It's definitely worth it. 200%.
I'll treasure those two books in paperback that are about to be released this 18th September like my own babies. Kill me if I don't.
As for why the tittle is "I wanna get married"? Read the book and you shall know. I bet you will want to get married as well. Who wouldn't anyway? That is if you get one hottie of a husband like "Will". I'm swooning now.
Point of Retreat isn't as intense, or dramatic as Slammed, but is just as beautiful and wonderful and amazing. I love Will and Lake so much, but my love doesn't stop there. My love says that it also has Kel, Caulder, Kiersten, Sherry, Eddie, Gavy, Julia, Grandma, Grandpaul in its embrace. It says it loves them all and is so sad that it's time to say goodbye. It will miss them so very much and will never forget them. And that is my message for Point of Retreat. Man, I LOVE THIS BOOK.
Nevertheless, a part of me is blaming it. You know what I'm blaming it for? It's for bruising my heart so much. There were moments that I thought my heart had literally stopped beating. Then there were times it was riding several rounds of roller-coaster in such a cramped space within my ribs. Without opening my ribs to see it, I already know my heart is all black and blue. But I suppose the fact that I feel absolutely elated and ecstatic is worth the bruising after all. *wink* I'm kidding. It's definitely worth it. 200%.
I'll treasure those two books in paperback that are about to be released this 18th September like my own babies. Kill me if I don't.
As for why the tittle is "I wanna get married"? Read the book and you shall know. I bet you will want to get married as well. Who wouldn't anyway? That is if you get one hottie of a husband like "Will". I'm swooning now.
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Totally Nonsensical
Woe is me! Right, silly of me to say that, but you know what, I can't help it.
I want MONEY MONEY MONEY.....
It's MONEY, guys.
Oh, but not for what you're thinking. It's not for clothes, jewels...or even drugs (eww).
It's for books. Hey, it's for BOOKS...everyone.Anyone hears me???
My income is so dismal. After spending all my monthly income on bills, I am left with so very little, you can count it as nothing.
Oh...How am I ever to have my own BIG BIG library. Am I to borrow books from friends forever. I want them as my owns. I want to hug them to bed, which I don't dare do to the books lent from my friends.
I hate it. It's so unfair. People just spend money on uesless stuff, while all I ever want is books. And I can't have them. Why is that? Because I'm poor and because I have a family to feed.
Ok...there went my frustrations.
Another nonsense I'm going to spout is about my confusions over Tiger's Curse series.
Ren and Kishan are the male protagonists of the series. They both have mixed blood of Indian and Chinese, so how come Ren has BLUE eyes and Kishan GOLDEN eyes.
I'm an Asian. From what I've observed for an entire 24 years of my life, unless they are of mixed Asian and Western parentage, we all share the same eye color which is either light brown or dark brown.
Well, that's all the nonsense for the day.
I feel better already.
Someone said writing is the best therapy for the soul. In my case, it's blogging.
I say this therapy works, buddies.
I want MONEY MONEY MONEY.....
It's MONEY, guys.
Oh, but not for what you're thinking. It's not for clothes, jewels...or even drugs (eww).
It's for books. Hey, it's for BOOKS...everyone.Anyone hears me???
My income is so dismal. After spending all my monthly income on bills, I am left with so very little, you can count it as nothing.
Oh...How am I ever to have my own BIG BIG library. Am I to borrow books from friends forever. I want them as my owns. I want to hug them to bed, which I don't dare do to the books lent from my friends.
I hate it. It's so unfair. People just spend money on uesless stuff, while all I ever want is books. And I can't have them. Why is that? Because I'm poor and because I have a family to feed.
Ok...there went my frustrations.
Another nonsense I'm going to spout is about my confusions over Tiger's Curse series.
Ren and Kishan are the male protagonists of the series. They both have mixed blood of Indian and Chinese, so how come Ren has BLUE eyes and Kishan GOLDEN eyes.
I'm an Asian. From what I've observed for an entire 24 years of my life, unless they are of mixed Asian and Western parentage, we all share the same eye color which is either light brown or dark brown.
Well, that's all the nonsense for the day.
I feel better already.
Someone said writing is the best therapy for the soul. In my case, it's blogging.
I say this therapy works, buddies.
Slammed is Awesome. So is Point of Reatreat. I'll love you forever, Colleen Hoover.
Hey, only one day has passed and I'm almost through halfway of Point of Retreat.
One of the best things about Slammed is poetry. So is it in Point of Retreat.
I'm gonna share with you one of my favourites. This poem wasn't written by either Will or Lake. It was by an absolute stranger who was quite a frequent visitor to the poetry-slamming club. Here it goes:
What do you think? Great, eh? To me, yes, it's the best. Just exactly what I need now.
I'm not one who possesses a poetic nature. Poems are always too hard for me to comprehend.
But it's not the case in Slammed and Point of Retreat. The poems...I don't need to tear my head apart or claw at my hairs or furrow my brows so hard I'm gonna get wrinkles all over my forehead to get the meanings hidden behind the words; I just...need to...feel them. They come straight to my heart, like melody, so musical, so beautiful, so warm. I love Colleen Hoover's poems. I wish she would write a book of poems one day. I will practically do anything to have it. Kill me if I don't.
One of the best things about Slammed is poetry. So is it in Point of Retreat.
I'm gonna share with you one of my favourites. This poem wasn't written by either Will or Lake. It was by an absolute stranger who was quite a frequent visitor to the poetry-slamming club. Here it goes:
Write Poorly
by Edmund Davis-Quinn (in Point of Retreat by Colleen Hoover)
Write poorly
Suck
Write Awful
Terribly
Frightfully
Don't care
Turn off the inner editor
Let yourself write
Let it flow
Let yourself fail
Do something crazy
Write fifty thousand words in the month of November.
I did it.
It was fun, it was insane, it was one thousand six hundred and sixty seven words a day.
It was possible.
But, you have to turn off your inner critic.
Off completely.
Just write.
Quickly.
In Bursts.
With joy.
If you can't write, run away for a few.
Come back.
Write again.
Writing is like anything else.
You won't get good at it
immediately.
It's a craft you have to keep getting better.
You don't get to Julliard, unless
you practice.
If you want to get to Carnegie Hall,
practice, practice, practice.
...or give them a lot of money.
Like anything else it takes ten thousand hours to get to mastery.
Just like Malcolm Gladwell says.
So write.
Fail.
Get your thoughts down.
Let it rest.
Let it marinate.
Then edit.
But don't edit as you type,
that just slows the brain down.
Find a daily practice,
for me it's blogging everyday.
And it's fun.
The more you write, the easier it gets.
The more it is a flow, the less a worry.
It's not for school, it's not for a grade,
it's just to get your thoughts out there.
You know they want to come out.
So keep at it. Make it a practice.
And write poorly, write awfully,
write with abandon and it may end up being
really
really
good.
What do you think? Great, eh? To me, yes, it's the best. Just exactly what I need now.
I'm not one who possesses a poetic nature. Poems are always too hard for me to comprehend.
But it's not the case in Slammed and Point of Retreat. The poems...I don't need to tear my head apart or claw at my hairs or furrow my brows so hard I'm gonna get wrinkles all over my forehead to get the meanings hidden behind the words; I just...need to...feel them. They come straight to my heart, like melody, so musical, so beautiful, so warm. I love Colleen Hoover's poems. I wish she would write a book of poems one day. I will practically do anything to have it. Kill me if I don't.
Saturday, 8 September 2012
I am SLAMMED
Damn me if I didn't cry.
Oh my god! The book was so...beautifull, so...amazing that I can't put into words to express how wonderful Slammed is and how madly, deeply, undeniably I am in love with it.
There's no way I could write a review for Slammed. Do you know why? 'Cause I can find abosolutely no flaws in it. It was best of the best.
Yeah, maybe Slammed isn't your usual sort of young adult books, isn't as exciting as paranormal stuff, overly dramatic, too thought-provoking that gives you permanent pounding headaches (or heartaches ???) But I can't help falling in love with the book, you know. There's only one simple word to describe it: STUNNING.
Slammed stunned me into silence, stunned me into speechless trance. My heart broke and swelled several times throughout the course of this book. My tears threatened to flow out of the corners of my eyes. I would have caved in to my desires to burst into tears, had I not lived in the same room with my little sister. She would have teased me to the end of my days.
My piece of an advice before ending this post, You'd better go to amazon or wherever to purchase this ebook version or to pre-order the paperback book as fast as you can. Because not reading Slammed means BIG TROUBLE which is you MISSING an important piece of life.
Go on then, and read it. You'll thank me for this.
Edit. Purchased this book in kindle version and didn't know that it is only about to be published in paperback this 18th of September.
I'm going to pre-order this and Point of Retreat in paperback. I'm so excited. Can't wait.....*swoon*
Oh my god! The book was so...beautifull, so...amazing that I can't put into words to express how wonderful Slammed is and how madly, deeply, undeniably I am in love with it.
There's no way I could write a review for Slammed. Do you know why? 'Cause I can find abosolutely no flaws in it. It was best of the best.
Yeah, maybe Slammed isn't your usual sort of young adult books, isn't as exciting as paranormal stuff, overly dramatic, too thought-provoking that gives you permanent pounding headaches (or heartaches ???) But I can't help falling in love with the book, you know. There's only one simple word to describe it: STUNNING.
Slammed stunned me into silence, stunned me into speechless trance. My heart broke and swelled several times throughout the course of this book. My tears threatened to flow out of the corners of my eyes. I would have caved in to my desires to burst into tears, had I not lived in the same room with my little sister. She would have teased me to the end of my days.
My piece of an advice before ending this post, You'd better go to amazon or wherever to purchase this ebook version or to pre-order the paperback book as fast as you can. Because not reading Slammed means BIG TROUBLE which is you MISSING an important piece of life.
Go on then, and read it. You'll thank me for this.
Edit. Purchased this book in kindle version and didn't know that it is only about to be published in paperback this 18th of September.
I'm going to pre-order this and Point of Retreat in paperback. I'm so excited. Can't wait.....*swoon*
Patience is a Virtue. Will I ever attain it????
Ok. Let's get to the point here (I doubt there's any disagreement in the decision of getting straight to the point, as I suspect, I am the only audience in this solo performance.)
I am the sort of person who easily perks up at an idea, then gives up halfway merely because either I am bored or things are getting too hard and consumes increasing time and concentration.
Yes, I know. It's a terribly bad habit which I haven't had the strength to break, but I am very determined to do that now. It's going to be a long, hard road. Regardless, I have to do it, or I shall never truly grow up and graduate from my childish nonsense.
First thing first, I'm going to blog every single day. This will be my first training and test for patience which I lack sadly in abundance.
I shall go back and forth to make edition on what I write each day, since I won't be able to hold on to all the things storming in my head for a whole day. Therefore, I will jump on to my computer and blog whatever that came to my mind at whenever I care to write.
I am the sort of person who easily perks up at an idea, then gives up halfway merely because either I am bored or things are getting too hard and consumes increasing time and concentration.
Yes, I know. It's a terribly bad habit which I haven't had the strength to break, but I am very determined to do that now. It's going to be a long, hard road. Regardless, I have to do it, or I shall never truly grow up and graduate from my childish nonsense.
First thing first, I'm going to blog every single day. This will be my first training and test for patience which I lack sadly in abundance.
I shall go back and forth to make edition on what I write each day, since I won't be able to hold on to all the things storming in my head for a whole day. Therefore, I will jump on to my computer and blog whatever that came to my mind at whenever I care to write.
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