It happened again. It was during lunch this time, out on a sunny day. They brought up the recent incident - discussion, discussion, discussion - everyone threw whatever opinions they have in mind. These are people I know, these are among people I am most fond of.
I sat erect on my chair, cheeks burning and palms sweating. At a loss for words, fighting to surface, both from drowning in the debate among them and within myself.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Jane Austen/Little Women Type
There is a reason why I can’t watch too many movies at a time, which explains why I am so painfully mistimed when I talk about movies and books. Like, every time I open my mouth and mention a movie, people will look at me with the look in their face, as if asking; where exactly are you from?
It is because I tend to get myself caught up in the movie, sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks. God knows how many movies I’ve made my lifetime Bible.
So we watched a Russian film on Thursday, at the Chauvel Cinema located in the old but rather cozy Paddington Town Hall. Sitting at the balcony waiting for the movie to start with my classmates, I had a moment of reflection; I could’ve been anywhere for all I want and it doesn’t matter. There can be no moment out of place, because already we’re a mismatched ensemble.
The movie was titled “Letters from a Dead Man”, those who knows me well would say it’s a peculiar choice. But again, I was in there for the experience. Listening to my friend talking about post-apocalyptic movies she had watched, and another classmate who had read books written by the same Russian author which the movie was adapted from, it was my turn to say; where do you guys come from?
All in all, it was a day spent in good companies. I decided if not in the age of Jane Austen or Charlotte Bronte, I should be reborn at least 5 or 10 years earlier because there are the company I enjoy the most. But perhaps if I were, I would befriend people 5 or 10 years older all the same. Perhaps it’s simply me and my ancient soul, who despite these restless and rebellious soul and mind, is still in every way traditional and obstinate.
Like I told my friend, “I’m the Jane Austen/Little Women type.”
It is because I tend to get myself caught up in the movie, sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks. God knows how many movies I’ve made my lifetime Bible.
So we watched a Russian film on Thursday, at the Chauvel Cinema located in the old but rather cozy Paddington Town Hall. Sitting at the balcony waiting for the movie to start with my classmates, I had a moment of reflection; I could’ve been anywhere for all I want and it doesn’t matter. There can be no moment out of place, because already we’re a mismatched ensemble.
The movie was titled “Letters from a Dead Man”, those who knows me well would say it’s a peculiar choice. But again, I was in there for the experience. Listening to my friend talking about post-apocalyptic movies she had watched, and another classmate who had read books written by the same Russian author which the movie was adapted from, it was my turn to say; where do you guys come from?
All in all, it was a day spent in good companies. I decided if not in the age of Jane Austen or Charlotte Bronte, I should be reborn at least 5 or 10 years earlier because there are the company I enjoy the most. But perhaps if I were, I would befriend people 5 or 10 years older all the same. Perhaps it’s simply me and my ancient soul, who despite these restless and rebellious soul and mind, is still in every way traditional and obstinate.
Like I told my friend, “I’m the Jane Austen/Little Women type.”
Monday, November 3, 2008
Crazy About Books
The City of Sydney Library is a class of its own. Maybe I’ve seen nothing yet, but coming from the country where its library is severely impoverished of books (fancy calling it library in the first place!), I was deliriously stunned at the extensive collection the library has I feel like shouting Eureka! as Archimedes did.
Basically every single book I’ve read, I’m reading and I wish to read can be searched and found in the library. Not to mention if I cannot find it in the Customs House Library, the city library has a network of ten other libraries across Sydney which I can easily access with public transport.
Now to think I don’t have to fork out any money to read that latest installments of the 44 Scotland Street novels I’ve been eyeing from the window sill of the UNSW Bookshop!
I’ve also managed to catch up on reading books I recently bought but couldn’t bring it with me (oh the irony of it!) like the Airman, the Time Paradox (both Eoin Colfer’s), Inkspell (Cornelia Funke), Sweetness in the Belly (Camilla Gibbs) - and guess what else, Pramoedya Ananta Toer’s and Goenawan Mohamad’s works!
I know, I am breathless with excitements. Books always do that to me.
Basically every single book I’ve read, I’m reading and I wish to read can be searched and found in the library. Not to mention if I cannot find it in the Customs House Library, the city library has a network of ten other libraries across Sydney which I can easily access with public transport.
Now to think I don’t have to fork out any money to read that latest installments of the 44 Scotland Street novels I’ve been eyeing from the window sill of the UNSW Bookshop!
I’ve also managed to catch up on reading books I recently bought but couldn’t bring it with me (oh the irony of it!) like the Airman, the Time Paradox (both Eoin Colfer’s), Inkspell (Cornelia Funke), Sweetness in the Belly (Camilla Gibbs) - and guess what else, Pramoedya Ananta Toer’s and Goenawan Mohamad’s works!
I know, I am breathless with excitements. Books always do that to me.
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