Replacement
I SHALL BEGIN THIS POST with a sad story. I had lost my phone about two weeks ago, it never the best of machine, the touch screen one and all but it had accompany me for more than two years by every stories and trips. The need is for when it produce music, I can hardly right without listen musics on my way to college or other places and I can't afford buying a new one one of these days {can't ask mom everything, barely anything} so; silent trip.
Quick replacement. reads for songs. I'd decided to borrow some books, two books per attempt to read while I'm on train and they bandaged my lost pretty well. OKAY that's too cheesy for a sentence. Don't blame me that I can only read classic and classic from my campus library because apparently the novels section are for the english lit major and not at all for amusement reads.
Very considerate institute.
Talking about amusement. I finished Hard Times by Charles Dickens, which introduce me into the big amuse things hatred character Mr Gradgrind. He pictured as a stiff man who only knew facts and teach facts. facts are science and reality. He hate, maybe disgust are the better word, poetry. He hate circus and doesn't believe in the existence of love. but until the last page, I come to the little conclusion that actually he didn't really hate those fancy things, he just didn't know about them and didn't know that he need them. I can feel that right in this sentence, from him to his son:
he can forgive. the last sentence sent me chills. picture your parents forgive you for your huge mistake which they not sure even God can do that for you. But Gradgrind do. and never asked to. love can.
The stories are pure irony I can say. Different characters same sad life. Unreachable love, unreachable passions, poor low life. Innocent people with their weakness in front of money, power and position. and always the great heart died.
The second read are Ghost short stories (which I'd forgotten the exact title, sorry) to the contrary of hating horror movies, I've been a fan for ghost stories ever since goosebumps and some horror japanese comic. The book contain ten short stories about ghost. Another classic irony. People who actually meet ghost but didn't realise, people who didn't realise that they are the ghost, people who got shot by a fake saying that they're ghost, and many more human and ghost played.
My favorite is one with the title 'Over a glass of whiskey' about a poor kid whom had been starve to his bones when he meet one stranger man at the bar, they play dice game (which they called a game of chance) around pounds and bottles of whiskies. When at the last part the boy didn't realise that he had actually died during the game. The stranger man is nothing different. It's not about a ghost with awfully ugly features, but it was scary.
Picture you walk with pocketful of money and finally can buy foods after three days starve to dead. but the fact is you already dead. Is not Dracula or leak scary but when you lost one of your leg scary and it gave me goosebumps.
There are two or more similar irony for this books, but I think you need to read them yourself to get the sensation right.
For a relax after long words of grief and tormented fictions, I'm currently reading More Classic Short Stories, twenty short stories in total by Woody Allen, Fay Weldon, Ray Bradburry and the other seventeen great authors. I haven't finish even half of it, but the first three stories are more of satire for me. Picture you laugh for your agony. picture you see your knees bleeding but laugh because its red. This is a pretty thick one compare to the others, and final exam are coming soon and I must book-loan-free to be allowed to take the exam, and I'm drowning in final week tasks.
very considerate institute, I'd said.
Quick replacement. reads for songs. I'd decided to borrow some books, two books per attempt to read while I'm on train and they bandaged my lost pretty well. OKAY that's too cheesy for a sentence. Don't blame me that I can only read classic and classic from my campus library because apparently the novels section are for the english lit major and not at all for amusement reads.
Very considerate institute.
Talking about amusement. I finished Hard Times by Charles Dickens, which introduce me into the big amuse things hatred character Mr Gradgrind. He pictured as a stiff man who only knew facts and teach facts. facts are science and reality. He hate, maybe disgust are the better word, poetry. He hate circus and doesn't believe in the existence of love. but until the last page, I come to the little conclusion that actually he didn't really hate those fancy things, he just didn't know about them and didn't know that he need them. I can feel that right in this sentence, from him to his son:
‘Here is your letter,’ said Mr. Gradgrind. ‘All necessary means will be provided for you. Atone, by repentance and better conduct, for the shocking action you have committed, and the dreadful consequences to which it has led. Give me your hand, my poor boy, and may God forgive you as I do!’
The stories are pure irony I can say. Different characters same sad life. Unreachable love, unreachable passions, poor low life. Innocent people with their weakness in front of money, power and position. and always the great heart died.
The second read are Ghost short stories (which I'd forgotten the exact title, sorry) to the contrary of hating horror movies, I've been a fan for ghost stories ever since goosebumps and some horror japanese comic. The book contain ten short stories about ghost. Another classic irony. People who actually meet ghost but didn't realise, people who didn't realise that they are the ghost, people who got shot by a fake saying that they're ghost, and many more human and ghost played.
My favorite is one with the title 'Over a glass of whiskey' about a poor kid whom had been starve to his bones when he meet one stranger man at the bar, they play dice game (which they called a game of chance) around pounds and bottles of whiskies. When at the last part the boy didn't realise that he had actually died during the game. The stranger man is nothing different. It's not about a ghost with awfully ugly features, but it was scary.
Picture you walk with pocketful of money and finally can buy foods after three days starve to dead. but the fact is you already dead. Is not Dracula or leak scary but when you lost one of your leg scary and it gave me goosebumps.
There are two or more similar irony for this books, but I think you need to read them yourself to get the sensation right.
For a relax after long words of grief and tormented fictions, I'm currently reading More Classic Short Stories, twenty short stories in total by Woody Allen, Fay Weldon, Ray Bradburry and the other seventeen great authors. I haven't finish even half of it, but the first three stories are more of satire for me. Picture you laugh for your agony. picture you see your knees bleeding but laugh because its red. This is a pretty thick one compare to the others, and final exam are coming soon and I must book-loan-free to be allowed to take the exam, and I'm drowning in final week tasks.
very considerate institute, I'd said.
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