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Monday, March 14, 2011

Summer Books

Other than going out, I finally found some time to catch up on my reading as well during the summer. I've already blogged about The Zahir, so here are two other books I've managed to read.


"I believe that if one man were to live out his life fully and completely, were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream — I believe that the world would gain such a fresh impulse of joy that we would forget all the maladies of madiaevalism, and return to the Hellenic ideal — to something finer, richer, than the Hellenic ideal, it may be. But the bravest man amongst us is afraid of himself. The mutilation of the savage has its tragic survival in the self-denial that mars our lives. We are punished for our refusals. Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind, and poisons us. The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself, with desire for what its monstrous laws have made monstrous and unlawful. It has been said that the great events of the world take place in the brain. It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr Gray, you yourself, with your rose-red youth and your rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror, day-dreams and sleeping dreams whose mere memory might stain you cheek with shame —"


The artist is the creator of beautiful things.
   To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
   The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of  beautiful things.
   The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.
   Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
   Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
   They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.
   There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
   The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
   The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
   The moral life of a man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the mortality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.
   No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
   No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.
   No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
   Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
   Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
   From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type.
   All art is at once surface and symbol.
   Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
   Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
   It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
   Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
   When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.
   We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
   All art is quite useless.

— Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde is definitely gay, but did he really depicted Dorian Gray to be as gay as the critics say he did?


Haven't read any chick-lits in a while, so when I saw this book at Bookalicious! (a newfound bookstore selling cheap books at Summit), I decided to get it straight away XD You can never go wrong with chocolate + gossip *haha* It was a nice read with lots of hot and sexy chocolatey descriptions ^_^ Going to try to get my hands on The Chocolate Lovers' Diet next *hehe*

Monday, February 21, 2011

The Zahir

I always become like this when I read these kind of damned books. Maybe it's an attempt to feel like I understand literature that I actually don't understand at all. Or just an excuse to feel like I am actually a hopeless romantic in disguise with deeply buried emotions. Either way, this will only be temporary. I know I will just forget about all these in the next few days *rolls-eyes* Therefore, please don't take what I write next seriously unless you've read the book and feel the same way, which would mean that I really am not crazy =_=


After turning the last page, I feel that I do not deserve a piece of that bloodstained cloth from the unidentified soldier. Even though I had experienced that sense of loss for a while, it did not last. I don't feel the energy coursing through my veins, though I longed for it. It must feel wonderful. I still do not understand. However, I know that in order to understand I need to find myself. I need to first know what I really want, and what really makes me happy.

So my quest now is to journey through life in search of the answer to this fundamental question:
"What makes me happy?"

Are you truly happy?

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Obsession

Started reading The Zahir the day before, just because I felt like reading something, and it seemed like a good read at that time. I've started the book before, but never finished it for whatever reason I have forgotten. Usually it's because it's boring for I don't understand it, especially with books such as The Zahir. But today, about two-thirds through the book, I started to realize something, or rather I felt something. I know I usually get into a sort of state when I read, especially with these kind of books. But the feeling today was very peculiar, which is why I am writing about it now. It left me feeling like there's something empty inside me, things are emptying out. It's not a very pleasant feeling I must say, but it sort of gives me hope that maybe if things are emptying out that I can start to let things in, which I'm usually afraid of doing. It's a very weird feeling I must say. Maybe Paulo Coelho's book are really as spiritual as they say, though I certainly did not remember feeling this way when I read The Alchemist. I have yet to finish The Zahir, I don't know how I will feel when I turn over the last page. But as of now, it really is having an effect on me. The hole in the heart feeling is so great that I even have to put a pillow over my chest in order for me to continue reading, though it doesn't really help much as the feeling still remains. I thought by writing about it that it may go away, but I can still feel it right now. It's a very weird feeling indeed. I really hope I can understand the true meaning of The Zahir by the end of the book. Till then, I'll just have to wait for the epiphany or whatever and continue reading.

p.s. I'm not crazy.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland



A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear —

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream —
Lingering in the golden gleam —
Life, what is it but a dream?


Life is but a dream, was the only thing I got out of the book. I totally admit that I didn't get it half the time =_= It's probably about the innocence and wild imagination of childhood or something along those lines. I guess Alice's Adventures in Wonderland along with Through the Looking-Glass is not such an easy read after all.  It's like an extended version of the Jabberwocky to me, except I could read and understand more words XD It's simply too deep for me in the literary sense, I think I would like to stick to the Disney adaptation thank you very much =P

Saturday, April 24, 2010

New Moon


It had less Edward in it, which makes it not as good as Twilight. But having more Jacob may have compensated for the lack of Edward, slightly. Feeling warm was a good change =) It is no doubt better than the movie though. Guess they had to deviate from the book to appeal to the mass Hollywood market like they always do *rolls eyes*

I wanted to mention a few things that were different between the book and the movie, but I can't remember what exactly happened in the movie. It was rather confusing for me since I haven't finish reading Twilight (the book) then, and like New Moon (the movie), Twilight (the movie) did not really tell the story as it is in the book either. Hence, I did not really understand what was going on in New Moon (the movie) which annoyed me. When you don't understand something, and hate it at the same time, you just tend to forget it (just like maths =P). I've forgotten so many things from the movie, including the ending itself! So no comparison for the book and the movie.

If anyone of you happened to remember these scenes from the movie...
  • Bella, Edward and Alice flew back from Italy and were greeted by the rest of the Cullens at the airport. (This was definitely in the book, but I really cannot remember it in the movie)
  • Jacob sent the bike to Bella's place, which lead to the showdown between him and Edward. (I don't remember how they got there in the movie)
...please let me know. I thank you in advance! =D

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Yaoi Rules

!!!WARNING!!!
Content might be offensive/inappropriate for some.
Do not continue reading if you are homophobic.
You have been warned.


I read some manga during the holidays and was disgusted by the yaoi content in Junjo Romantica and Candy. It is sad that the uke is always some poor innocent boy and the seme is always so rough and demanding. I have to say I am not a real big fan of yaoi, I really don't know why people enjoy this type of stuff =S I wonder if the same goes for yuri, might check some out the next holiday (I'm so busy this semester T_T).

All that said, I came across some comics by humon on Yaoi Rules and thought it was pretty funny. So I'm sharing it here with you guys =)









Saturday, January 23, 2010

Citizen Girl and Party Princess


I didn't really enjoy the book because it was sort of confusing. The authors used a lot of lingo that was native to your typical New York City girl, which I am not, so I basically skipped most of the Italian/French sounding words, especially those that starts with capital letters. I admit I'm SO not a city girl >_< not even by KL standard ok!

The only thing I liked about the book is the fact that the authors named the main NPO agency in the book Magdalene. The agency helps illegally trafficked prostitute slaves by finding them decent jobs etc. It was a very nice touch and really brought out the feminist issues the authors were trying to convey.


This book caters to younger readers but I liked it better than Citizen Girl; maybe I'm not as mature as I think I am =(

I loved how Cabot incorporated both psychology and economics into the story. Carl Jung and the demand and supply theory can really go well together *haha* I also loved how snippets of celebrity gossip gets wedged in here and there along with smaller doses of world facts and information.

The princessy stuff was just enough to bring out the girlishness in me without making me puke. I even re-watched The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement and would have watched The Princess Diaries as well if I had the DVD ♥

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Twilight

I got a copy of Twilight last Friday at the Popular warehouse sale at Summit. The reason I even picked it up was because I didn't want to leave empty-handed, really. Since it was on sale I was tempted to grab New Moon too, but decided against it since I wasn't sure if it was worth buying after watching the badly made movie. I have also yet to experience how different Twilight (the book) was going to be from Twilight (the movie), so I left it at that. I'm totally regretting it now T^T


I am so glad that I got the book. *grinning widely* It's AMAZING; so different from the movie! I totally agree with the rest that the movie really sucked ass now.

Before reading the book, I thought Bella was suppose to be cold, emotionless and whatever she was in the movie. But the book totally shed a new light on her; she was so much more normal and way easier to relate to. Either Kristen Stewart is a really bad actress or the director failed to capture Bella's personality properly.

And my oh my, Robert Pattinson really have to thank Meyer for making him more appealing. This is the first time I've read the book after watching the movie so it was hard to dream up my own image of the characters. Naturally, Robert Pattinson's face shows up whenever I see the word Edward. It was really annoying at first because I really don't find him attractive, but as I read on, he became hotter, hotter and hotter. I really fell in love with him *ahem* NOT Robert Pattinson but Edward Cullen himself. Could anyone be more perfect? *sigh with starry eyes*


♥
I love Edward Cullen.
I love the story.
I would love to be in Bella's place.

♥


Okay, back to reality =( The book really got me thinking. I guess you can say that it's a bit weird that a novel like that could get me thinking, not in the fantasizing lovey-dovey-eye kind of way, but in a more realistic way if that makes any sense at all.

I'm pretty sure I don't have to emphasize how perfect a boyfriend Edward Cullen is, his looks (not you Pattinson >_<), his voice, his eyes, his body, his strength, his speed, his love and of course his deadly identity *hehe* and may I add that he is totally huggable as well *melts* But can someone like that really exist in real life? Will I ever find my Edward?

It took Edward more than 90 years to find Bella, will mine take as long? I want to believe that there is that one person who is meant for me, but I'm afraid that I might die before I meet him. It really scares me. It will be lonely.

Maybe I'm just being emo feeling this way because of the residue effect the book had left on me. I guess it really puts you in the I-want-a-boyfriend mood. *sigh* I really don't mean to sound desperate =(

Can't wait to read New Moon and the rest......

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