I finally decided to post again after many weeks of complete MIA (missing-in-action). I wish I do have time to blog weekly, if not daily. Blogging is a much livelier way to write. I've become so anxious on writing again and never finding enough time to do so (because when I start to write, it feels like I'm wasting time).
Due to weeks and weeks of not writing anything (not even on paper, God bless me), I've started doodling aimlessly everywhere. I start studying, then after awhile my mind wanders and I doodle fragments of brain activity wherever I could. I've never done that before.
Last time doodling means the occasional pyramid stacks of stars or spider webs with spiders hanging at a corner of a page (yuck, I know). But now it has evolved into fragments of sentences (which means I've gotta cover up my page most of the time when people walk past) =.=||||
Not secrets, but it would be embarrassing. @@ LOL.
Sign off for now,
Yuen~
Finally finished The Green Mile by Stephen King. It's a breakthrough for me, because:
1. I finally read a Stephen King book (which I've been wanting to do since a long time)
2. I finally read a book. (which I've been wanting to do since a long time)
Yes it's that pathetic for me...
Here are some book covers, the one I read was the first one, but I think some of the others are pretty good too~
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| Movie adaptation poster~ |
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| This cover is very nice! |
He's a great writer, he makes people feel with him, and his books have an old touch. The settings in his novel (The Green Mile, set in 1932) are so old. Agatha Christie's books are usually quite old too. The past.
The past. It always gets me. Guess that's why I usually hae a feel for history. Not the stupid mush of our current Sejarah curriculum, but real world history. I don't care for boring wars, but society is interesting. How people walk, talk, act, do things. The traditions, the cultures. And books with old, old settings deliver them.
No, I'm not fiercely passionate, but I enjoy it. Those kind of books are usually heavy reading, tons of classic dialogue, laced wth satire, irony, figurative speeches and a cold sense of humour. Interesting wordplay.
When I think of the old, old past, all I think about are yellow images, broken brown parchment and black-and-white scenes. There's no use in telling me the world is colourful since dinosaurs roam the place, I'm colour blind when I look at the past. Maybe because there are no colour photos to prove it.
I have these kinds of books to thank, totally, for being my source and reason for my improvement in English. But reading them is a posh luxury for me nowadays. There is too much tension, too much pressure, too much studying to do, and too little time for anything else.
I think a lot all the time, but there's not even a second for me to write them down. I skipped homework, revision and even some class time just to finish the thick thick thick The Green Mile. I HAD to finish it, it's a riveting prison-and-electric chair tale, and although there are some gruesome parts, the whole story is gripping. <3
Till then,
Yuen~
