I just finished reading The Kite Runner. It's such a sad and touching story that i'll read it again. Nay, its so sad and touching that I wouldn't want to read it again. No wonder this book gained accolades. Its so descriptive that it evokes emotions in you and despite attempts of you not wanting to read it because of all the cruelty and betrayal and more, you're still glued to it; you feel uneasy as you put it down and can't wait to plop on the sofa to dwell in its world again.
Somehow I wish the ending didn't turn out that way. On the contrary, it's the ending that makes the book so good; you have this 'awww' feeling and you feel that though its not the very cliche happily-ever-after ending, at least amendments were made. I wish Amir and Hassan could see each other one last time and that Amir tell Hassan how much he appreciated his presence and that he was truly sorry about all he had done; and Hassan would tell Amir that it's alright and he's been forgiven and he'll smile again. Or perhaps it could have ended with Soraya and Amir and Sorab having fun kite-flying, that Sorab finally stepped out of his shell and talked and play like any other child; that Soraya could once again love him like her own son.
I simply cannot understand how people can study with loud rock music blasting in the background. The fact that you are singing to the music shows that you are not concentrating on your work and are listening to the music instead. Mummy says that your mind switches to and fro music and work; for me, i simply cannot stand any sort of music in the background, even classical music, because for classical music i would tend to listen to the details and figure out who wrote that and when the composer wrote that music.
Yesterday, there was a SNGS CO gathering at my condo. The girls were making a whole load of noise and we couldn't concentrate on what we were doing. I can't concentrate on reading my lovely book and my sister can't concentrate on doing her chinese homework (yes, they have holiday homework) since our silence was constantly punctuated by the loud screams and laughter of the girls from 5 storeys away. Worse still, i know a few of them personally which gives me an even worse impression of them than before. My good impression, once ruined is ruined forever.
Yet i still completed reading Pride and Prejudice. It is much easier to read after watching the movie. If i were to read the book first, i could have been bored to death, but the movie had made all the characters alive and the scenery so beautiful. And because this 1995 version of the movie really preserves all the conversation (except that they add actions to it) in the book so the book is really easy to follow. And I do love Elizabeth's wit and countering Lady Catherine, who opposed her marriage. And it was really sweet in the end that Mr Darcy had a change in character and was more humbled. But there was no kissing scene in the book, which the movie ended of with, so that's something different; after all, movie adaptations of books are seldom accurate.
Edit at 8:30pm: I finally finished the book, 477 pages in total. Why must all Jodi Picoult books end this way? After what the family's been through, Willow has to die; this time, the ice broke, not her. But with the lawsuit, her mother lost her best friend, her sister went through a difficult time coping with a sister with disability (like mine, always neglected, sorry), her parents' marriage was on the verge of breaking, Willow broke sixty-two times and when they finally got the eight million to live comfortably and afford all the special needs care for her, she leaves the family -- forever.
I regret opening this book. Jodi Picoult's latest book, released in print in 2009, Handle with Care is very addictive, as all her books are. But what i hate most about this book is that it relates to me. Sorry if i ever do spoil the plot in this post; if you don't want to risk spoilers, then navigate away immediately.
Willow is born with OI (Osterogenesis Imperfecta), which means her bones are brittle and they can break easily even just from a simple fall. Her parents are suing her ob-gyn, who is also her mother's best friend for a wrongful birth. Of course, i question the practicality of the plot; which normal being has the courage to sue your best friend who has been through thick and thin with you for eight whole years?
But that's not the point. It relates to me because i see the book through Willow's eyes. While her parents are struggling with their inner self about whether they should lie in court to say that if they knew Willow had OI earlier, they could have terminated her (beyond a certain stage of pregnancy, it is fatal to terminate it) so that she never needed to suffer such pain, I wonder, would the world be different without me? Would my parents have chosen to continue with the pregnancy if they knew i had this heart problem earlier? And most importantly, do my parents and my sister still love me even though i cause so much trouble?
This book, coupled with the fact that i suffered an attack yesterday morning so i couldn't go for the Vienna Boys Choir concert which i had been looking forward for weeks, had totally ruined my day. Still, i'm going to finish it, because i just hate terminating books halfway. I cried so much last night, because i just felt that i was a pain in the bud. Because of me, my parents cancelled their date to Orchard Road light up. Because of me, my piano teacher has to arrange another time for replacement class. Because of me, my sister had to go watch Vienna Boys by herself.
I like to quote some lines in Jodi Picoult's book, because its rather inspiring.
God saves truly special babies for parents He trusts.
Barriers were meant to be broken, that no one can be defined by a disability, and that nothing's ever impossible.
[page 18]"Before he bought the bar, Blues taught piano at the Conservatory of Music. Cullan hadn't seem the type to take up music late in life, and teaching someone the difference between treble clef and bass clef wasn't likely to drive Blues to murder. At the most, Blues could just tell the student to play the radio instead of the piano."
Hahaaa. Go read this book called Freakonomics. It should be found in the business section in the library and its a very creative twist of society; no idea why its in the business section, though. I was browsing aimlessly through Queenstown library and this book caught my eye. So i picked it up to read. Its super interesting. For example, do you know the percentage of teachers that cheat in schools? Well, its kind of true, because some of the teachers in our school do those stuff that were mentioned, and you could call that cheating. And why does your name reflect who you were? Its super nice.
I have no idea what to do! Its so boringgg. Renee, this is the perfect time to lend me My Sisgter's Keeper, though you'd be in the midst of your APs.
I'm super sad. My right hand is super weak. Its been weak since the exams ended. Probably because i wrote too much... yesterday it was so weak i couldn't even lift a cup of water with my right hand. And today, i almost dropped the lid of the pot. I can't even get through one round of appegieos without my hand collapsing. I can't even get through my A piece :((((( I'm super sad.
I just finished reading The Kite Runner. It's such a sad and touching story that i'll read it again. Nay, its so sad and touching that I wouldn't want to read it again. No wonder this book gained accolades. Its so descriptive that it evokes emotions in you and despite attempts of you not wanting to read it because of all the cruelty and betrayal and more, you're still glued to it; you feel uneasy as you put it down and can't wait to plop on the sofa to dwell in its world again.
Somehow I wish the ending didn't turn out that way. On the contrary, it's the ending that makes the book so good; you have this 'awww' feeling and you feel that though its not the very cliche happily-ever-after ending, at least amendments were made. I wish Amir and Hassan could see each other one last time and that Amir tell Hassan how much he appreciated his presence and that he was truly sorry about all he had done; and Hassan would tell Amir that it's alright and he's been forgiven and he'll smile again. Or perhaps it could have ended with Soraya and Amir and Sorab having fun kite-flying, that Sorab finally stepped out of his shell and talked and play like any other child; that Soraya could once again love him like her own son.
I simply cannot understand how people can study with loud rock music blasting in the background. The fact that you are singing to the music shows that you are not concentrating on your work and are listening to the music instead. Mummy says that your mind switches to and fro music and work; for me, i simply cannot stand any sort of music in the background, even classical music, because for classical music i would tend to listen to the details and figure out who wrote that and when the composer wrote that music.
Yesterday, there was a SNGS CO gathering at my condo. The girls were making a whole load of noise and we couldn't concentrate on what we were doing. I can't concentrate on reading my lovely book and my sister can't concentrate on doing her chinese homework (yes, they have holiday homework) since our silence was constantly punctuated by the loud screams and laughter of the girls from 5 storeys away. Worse still, i know a few of them personally which gives me an even worse impression of them than before. My good impression, once ruined is ruined forever.
Yet i still completed reading Pride and Prejudice. It is much easier to read after watching the movie. If i were to read the book first, i could have been bored to death, but the movie had made all the characters alive and the scenery so beautiful. And because this 1995 version of the movie really preserves all the conversation (except that they add actions to it) in the book so the book is really easy to follow. And I do love Elizabeth's wit and countering Lady Catherine, who opposed her marriage. And it was really sweet in the end that Mr Darcy had a change in character and was more humbled. But there was no kissing scene in the book, which the movie ended of with, so that's something different; after all, movie adaptations of books are seldom accurate.
Edit at 8:30pm: I finally finished the book, 477 pages in total. Why must all Jodi Picoult books end this way? After what the family's been through, Willow has to die; this time, the ice broke, not her. But with the lawsuit, her mother lost her best friend, her sister went through a difficult time coping with a sister with disability (like mine, always neglected, sorry), her parents' marriage was on the verge of breaking, Willow broke sixty-two times and when they finally got the eight million to live comfortably and afford all the special needs care for her, she leaves the family -- forever.
I regret opening this book. Jodi Picoult's latest book, released in print in 2009, Handle with Care is very addictive, as all her books are. But what i hate most about this book is that it relates to me. Sorry if i ever do spoil the plot in this post; if you don't want to risk spoilers, then navigate away immediately.
Willow is born with OI (Osterogenesis Imperfecta), which means her bones are brittle and they can break easily even just from a simple fall. Her parents are suing her ob-gyn, who is also her mother's best friend for a wrongful birth. Of course, i question the practicality of the plot; which normal being has the courage to sue your best friend who has been through thick and thin with you for eight whole years?
But that's not the point. It relates to me because i see the book through Willow's eyes. While her parents are struggling with their inner self about whether they should lie in court to say that if they knew Willow had OI earlier, they could have terminated her (beyond a certain stage of pregnancy, it is fatal to terminate it) so that she never needed to suffer such pain, I wonder, would the world be different without me? Would my parents have chosen to continue with the pregnancy if they knew i had this heart problem earlier? And most importantly, do my parents and my sister still love me even though i cause so much trouble?
This book, coupled with the fact that i suffered an attack yesterday morning so i couldn't go for the Vienna Boys Choir concert which i had been looking forward for weeks, had totally ruined my day. Still, i'm going to finish it, because i just hate terminating books halfway. I cried so much last night, because i just felt that i was a pain in the bud. Because of me, my parents cancelled their date to Orchard Road light up. Because of me, my piano teacher has to arrange another time for replacement class. Because of me, my sister had to go watch Vienna Boys by herself.
I like to quote some lines in Jodi Picoult's book, because its rather inspiring.
God saves truly special babies for parents He trusts.
Barriers were meant to be broken, that no one can be defined by a disability, and that nothing's ever impossible.
[page 18]"Before he bought the bar, Blues taught piano at the Conservatory of Music. Cullan hadn't seem the type to take up music late in life, and teaching someone the difference between treble clef and bass clef wasn't likely to drive Blues to murder. At the most, Blues could just tell the student to play the radio instead of the piano."
Hahaaa. Go read this book called Freakonomics. It should be found in the business section in the library and its a very creative twist of society; no idea why its in the business section, though. I was browsing aimlessly through Queenstown library and this book caught my eye. So i picked it up to read. Its super interesting. For example, do you know the percentage of teachers that cheat in schools? Well, its kind of true, because some of the teachers in our school do those stuff that were mentioned, and you could call that cheating. And why does your name reflect who you were? Its super nice.
I have no idea what to do! Its so boringgg. Renee, this is the perfect time to lend me My Sisgter's Keeper, though you'd be in the midst of your APs.
I'm super sad. My right hand is super weak. Its been weak since the exams ended. Probably because i wrote too much... yesterday it was so weak i couldn't even lift a cup of water with my right hand. And today, i almost dropped the lid of the pot. I can't even get through one round of appegieos without my hand collapsing. I can't even get through my A piece :((((( I'm super sad.
Lynnette is a sweet little girl
Whose favourite day is 18th October
Where she is born into the House of God
And she loves playing music
From SNGS to NUSH, she loves them all
:P
Wonderful parents
Great sister
Great friends, who never hesitate to help me, yay 403!
Be able to cope with council, MA and school
A nice research mentor and a great team
A lovely hostel mate, just as i requested you and great toilet mates
Teachers' Day celebrations IC under MA
Good grades, and coping with physics
A new TV and stereo system!
Prayers
God has blessed me richly!
High School Never Ends :P
More 403 reunions
A great class next year
A great mentor next year
Great friends
Coping with hostel life
MA Exco
To be healed
To have the perfect family
