[Copy paste. Love this song so much. Though I don't have the skill to comprehend the lyrics (yet :P), but I'll trust on the google result I found.]
Deeply Deeply Deeply Deeply
It’s been a very long year. It’s been quite some time since I talk about feeling in this blog so just skip this haha. It will be just me rambling. You’ve been warned.
When do I get here? It’s like there’s this invisible line and suddenly it’s difficult just to wake up day by day. That’s an overstatement of course. There were still those days which I could not wait to start. I’m grateful that this year I get enough of those moments to help me get through. Well, I’m sure that’s probably what happened to people, there are ups and downs et cetera et cetera.
I took one month unpaid leave at office. And right before the time I had to go back to work, I failed another scholarship attempt (I thought I’d get used to the feeling but hell no!) I got to see Jason Mraz live performance again, awesome night. I scored my first fiction translation project (and I’m currently on my first non-fiction translation project).
The number of my working day this year is the lowest since I started working because in addition to one month unpaid leave, I took a lot of sick leaves and I used all my annual leaves before the end of the year. And it’s not for fun reason, I didn’t travel this year. I’m glad that it’s over and it arrived at a good end.
I might not have expressed enough gratitude for the help and support from my A+ for this. If any of you read this, thank you. I was not even the main character of the whole thing but it did hit me quite hard. Thank you for being there, for the ears and shoulders, for the kind words, for all running-away sessions. I hope I can return the favor, not that I want any of you to fall into a pit or something like that but I’d like to remind you over and over again that for you guys, everything is always above 8. ;)
What else, what else? Oh, I love my November 9 this year (and year before that -Mraz!- and year before that -forget!- and year before that -Lombok!- and year… oh, you know, it’s Nov 9 :D). I think that’s all I want to share so let’s end this post with picture of this handsome little fellow, meet Benjy:
And hm, I think I’ve got a busted heart, hehe.
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is the second book of the Number 1 Ladies Detective Agency. I borrowed it from Adhit. I chose this book from his list because I wanted something light and fresh. Fresh means that I haven’t read the synopsis or anything that can lead me to knowing what the book is all about.
I got something fresh indeed. The book introduces me to Botswana through the eyes of Mma Ramotswe, Mr. J.L.B Matekoni and several other characters. It is not a pure detective story because it mixes the case with personal life of the lady detective and people around her. That, I think, is one of the difference with the other novel books in which the detective does not seem to have a life outside solving cases after cases.
Though that point makes this book closer to reality, I still don’t know where I stand on the pure heart of good people of Botswana. The good people seem flawless, kind-hearted, and polite even in their mind. It could be that I am one who’s corrupted, can easily get selfish thoughts creeping in my mind. It could be that the Botswana’s good values are deeply rooted in the heart of her people. Of that, I’d like to know more.
I actually wanted to go to the Book Depository and ordered all thirteen books in this series after reading about 20 pages. But I am aware I can be impulsive so I decided to wait until I have finished reading. And now that I have, I’m happily waiting for four books of these series flying home to my shelve. :D
I actually read the 9 chapters in part 2 faster than part 1 and this post has been sitting as a draft for a week! But first, thanks again to mbak Fanda at Fanda Classiclit blog for hosting this read along. I’ve enjoyed reading the update posts of other participants and I’m guessing this read along will not be the last on my reading life.
This is my first fiction read along and I’m glad I found this event at Fanda Classiclit blog (thank you for hosting this, mbak Fanda!). Gone With The Wind is famous, famous for what I honestly didn’t know haha. I have never tried to find the movie or the book or even the synopsis of the story. I guess it’s time to find out why and good thing there’s this reading along because this novel is 993 pages long (e-book version from Green Light publisher, only 0.99 USD at Kobo! xD)
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A lot of them. Because I just want to note my impression of the first 7 chapters of the novel. Check out fellow readers’ updates here. :D
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Halfway through this book I was thinking that this book got a bit of Mark Haddon’s Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time. Both books allow the readers to get to know one special boy through his stories and his thoughts. In The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Charlie, the main character, writes letters to a stranger during his first year of high school.
I love it that the story is built so smoothly that I didn’t even realize that Charlie was special until I had read about 4 or 5 of his letters? I don’t know the exact number because the subtlety worked so well for me.
Charlie’s letters are beautifully written and they show what kind of person Charlie is. If I can choose 3 adjectives, they would be pure, selfless, and humble. While from the outside he could be perceived as weird or freak, but knowing him little by little, I can’t help but symphatize and feel ache when he on one of his breakdowns wished someone to tell him what’s wrong with him.
Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.
The book is divided into 4 parts, one for each season I guess, and an epilogue. I got carried away with my speculation and comparison with Haddon novel so the epilogue left me a bit surprised. I can’t wait to see the movie adaptation that will come out around September this year. Hope it will be as sweet as the book! Oh, one more thing, I’m glad I chose this book as my first ebook purchase for my Sonel, a Sony PRS-T1~
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This is the story of a Russian dog sent to the earth orbit in Sputnik II, Laika (lit. the barker). The story was sad but that’s what happened in a real life. I feel like it’s a story of helpless, trapped characters.
There was a chief designer who was forced to answer his leader wish to launch something into space in a month time, the team who had to make adjustments here and there and decided to not include the return-to-earth plan, the dogs carer/instructor who knew a little too late about the whole plan and had nothing on her hand to stop it, and of course Laika who could not do anything but to submit to whatever mankind had decided to do with her life.
Throughout the story, I also gradually became helpless, I found it hard to blame anybody. The nearest person I’d like to curse might be the chief designer. The leader? I stay away from him, they’re Russian. But then again the chief designer was just doing what he had been told to. And it was not just that, before he was a chief designer, he was wrongly accused and got prisoned. He struggled through hard times but he didn’t give up. I like how he kept reminding himself by saying: “I will not die. I am destined to be somebody big. I will not die” (pardon my sentences, I read the Indonesian translation and have not checked the original edition). That’s how the opening goes, him walking in a stormy night trying to get to Moscow with a hope to get his name cleared.
Laika’s life before Sputnik II is also portrayed in a way that I root for the dog because of her patience. She was loved of course, she was told to be one special dog. But she also managed to keep running into people who wanted to hurt her (can I count the Sputnik team in?). What mesmerized me was Laika seemed to keep her faith in kindness and in human. Is it because she is a dog? But I’ve seen dogs in Dog Whisperer TV shows that got traumatized. Or maybe because it’s just a graphic novel and the author got to decide? I don’t know, I haven’t yet to find out how deep the author’s research for this novel.
More heartwrentching point? There’s a quote from the chief designer at the end of the novel. He said that the information gathered from the Sputnik II launch was not significant. It didn’t have contribution to the first human trip to space that happened 4 years after Sputnik II. At this point, the for-science excuse immediately faded away and the unforgiving thought in my mind wondered if Laika died to only fulfill the leader’s wish.
Real change is an inside job. You might alter things a day or two with money and systems, but the heart of the matter is and always will be, the matter of the heart — Max Lucado
I was enjoying my walk to the book store, same path as it always has been. Today I took off at the afternoon rather than morning time as usual. I walked in the shade of buildings and trees on my left but I could still feel the heat.
The sun shines very well in this part of earth. Some people wears hat, like this one old man in front of me. He was a caucasian male, old enough to have had all his hair white. He walked slowly and with thought of having an afternoon relax walk, I followed right behind him.
The old man wore a checkered shirt, a khaki trousers, and a cowboy hat. Several minutes gone by, a few steps in front of us was a group of local boys sitting leisurely, doing nothing, which was a completely normal sight.
What unusual was when the old man with cowboy hat and I were about to pass them. The old man stopped in front of a boy wearing a cap sideways. Then he fixed the boy’s cap. Then he presumed walking, all happened in less than a minute. The group bursted out laughing, seeing each other with confusion written in their face.
I was confused, too, and let out a giggle. I looked at the man’s back, kind of hoping he would turn around and gave a jokingly smile or else. But he didn’t show any intention of doing so. I wanted to see his face, to perhaps catch the why but unfortunately I had arrived at my destination at that time.
I don’t know, is cap worn sideway a complete no no to him? Is he a man with his pride lies in the collection of his hats? What do you guys think? Nevertheless, the stranger with cowboy hat made my afternoon.
* I regret not taking pictures with my Optimus Prime. Hm.