Memory Lane

Hiiiiiii schhhmucks. (:

Wotsup?

I’ve been gone from the internet world for nearly two weeks thanks to this crappy connection. In the mean time I read about ten books (bookeater till the end) and now I’ve only got one book left to complete my goal. (well, I already have, but then I highed it up a little to 120)

So, the other day my English teacher gave us a little article to write about one of our passions; including why we like it and what’s so special about it.

So what did I write about? It sounds kinda funny, but I wrote about writing. LOL.

Writing about writing is.. weird?

Anyway. I was kind of thinking to do something about sleeping, but then thought better of it and did it about something more substantial.

So here’s what I came up with, though I still have to review it, plus I’m not even sure that’s what I’m going to give over:

Someone asked me, “why do you love writing?” Simple.

Writing is a way to express yourself, a way to <i>lose</i> yourself, a way to say those things you wouldn’t be able to utter in real life.

Writing is one way to become part of another world, a different place, where everything’s at your own disposal. Where your deepest, most secret fantasies take form and mix together, giving life to a beautiful melody of emotions and thoughts.

Where borders are not drawn to your imagination; you can let it fly and wander, restless, to places far in place or far in time.

Why do I love writing?

Because it’s not only about me. It’s about all those people who read.

All those people that through my work are able to dream, to find a little dusty corner where they can be themselves with no rules, no orders to follow, no one but their own mind to guide them.

All those people that find peace thanks to books, and stories, or even a simple article. A light in the dark, when everything else seems to be disappearing.

There’s no bigger pleasure than to know that because of you a person can, even if just for a little while, be comfortable, peaceful. No matter where they are, no matter what they do. You can still help them, come to their aid and make them feel better.

Words are a powerful mean, maybe the strongest of all.

So you’re asking me, why do I love writing?

Because where television is not, where telephone fails to reach, where internet does not exist; you can still find words. No matter the distance, no matter how much time passes, those will still be there for you to read. Those will always wait for you to understand.

And those can even be able to change the world, if only people are willing to listen to them.

Well, at the end of this I had added something, but it was more of an insult to anyone who didn’t like writing and/or reading, so I opted against it. Ha.

I remember when last year we were given to write a short story, choosing one of the given first sentences and then working it out from that.

I remember my teacher telling me mine was really good, though I’m not sure. I’d post it for you, but it was kind of a shit. I think she said I did good because it was written sort of good (compared to my classmates’ works, of course. I wouldn’t dare say good as in book-good because it was not), but the story in itself was kind of shubby. I blame it on the incipit the book gave us. It was boring.

I agree that it’s a writer’s duty to make even the most boring thing ever interesting, but I’m sixteen (at the time fifteen) so I guess I still have a lot of work ahead.

Anyway. I don’t even know the reason of this trip down Memory Lane, honestly, so let’s move on.

I don’t know if I’ve already posted something about it, but whatever. You’ll hear it again, if so.

Have you heard Adele’s new song ‘Someone Like You’? I have, and I think it’s totally amazing. I admit, at first I didn’t like it much, but that’s ‘cause I hadn’t read the lyrics first. When I did, I was stunned. It is one of the best songs I’ve ever heard, above all in this decade. Right now most singers do commercial, they don’t focus anymore on lyrics and actual meaning of a song. They just give their voice, advertise, and that’s it. It makes me a little sick seeing music transformed in that.

Adele is one of the few singers that I see are still into music because it’s their passion, because they just like to do it. Because even if it gave them no job, no money, no anything, they’d still do it because that’s their way to connect with people. That’s what music should be about, in my opinion.

IDK if I’ve already said this, either, but I like Miley Cyrus. Well, used to like is more like it.

I was young, and I was stupid, and anyway there’s nothing wrong with liking her, especially when we’re almost the same age. Anyway, lately her music is crap. I mean, commercial crap. I’m not saying I don’t like her songs, because dance music has no meaning but it’s good to dance and I don’t despise it, I’ll give you that, but her songs used to have a little more meaning. I’m disappointed. I thought she would be better than that. Well, clearly I was wrong. You grow up, you get smarter.

Or you get more stupid. That’s up to you.

I personally like to believe I’m getting smarter, but who am I to say that.

So.

I’ve said a bunch of disconnected things now, as always, so I’m going to stop writing and post this as it is.

Thanks for reading.

P.S. I’m trying to make this blog a little more decent-looking, but after months I still haven’t understood how to do it, so give me time. ;D (please?)

Music: Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester

Mood: Thoghtful.

The Garden of Cyrus

But the Quincunx of Heaven runs low, and 'tis time to close the five ports of knowledge. We are unwilling to spin out our awaking thoughts into the phantasms of sleep, which often continueth precogitations; making Cables of Cobwebs and Wildernesses of handsome Groves. Besides Hippocrates hath spoke so little and the Oneirocriticall Masters, have left such frigid Interpretations from plants that there is little encouragement to dream of Paradise itself. Nor will the sweetest delight of Gardens afford much comfort in sleep; wherein the dullness of that sense shakes hands with delectable odours; and though in the Bed of Cleopatra, can hardly with any delight raise up the Ghost of a Rose. -- The Garden of Cyrus, Sir Thomas Browne.

catching up!

How long as it been since my last post?

Trouble in heaven, I didn't have internet connection so I couldn't write or do pretty much anything. It is a sad, lonely life without internet. :')
Anyway, I seem to have come to a solution, so here I am.

I've got news on my readings:

So, last time I wrote I had finished Anna Karenina and The Turn of The Screw, hadn't I?
Well, after that I was eager to read Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
And of course I didn't.
What I started, and am still reading right now because I am just so slow with books are the following:

• The Portrait of a Lady, because I wanted to explore Henry James, so at least I have to read two books by him. (I feel like I've already talked of this in another post? But whatever, I'll check later)
• A Midsummer Night's dream; correction: this I have finished. And what I'm about to tell you will make you pale: I read because I has just started the Iron King (Iron Fey Series) by Julie Kagawa, and it was based on that. I know, I know, getting to know Shakefreakingspeare's plays through a paranormal series is what I would call shameful. But moving on. I finished it, so moved on the next Shakespeare's work. (this time I didn't need anyone to tell me about it, you'll see)
• Hamlet. (: Heehee. I'm still reading it right now, as you can easily see on my goodreads account. (as if somebody was actually reading this blog. I'm so delusional) So far, so good, as the saying goes. I'm still in the first hundred pages, so yeah, we'll see. It sounds strange to say 'we'll see' about a Shakespeare play haha, but still.
• Forbidden. By.. Tabitha Suzuma, I believe it was? It sounded good. From its synopsis on goodreads, it seemed to have the right amount of twist and realistic setting to be likable. So, we'll see.
• Broken, by Meghan Hart. This one I've been stuck for more than two or three weeks now. Or well, stuck isn't the right term, since I haven't touched the poor book all the while. I just.. stopped reading it. I guess I'll pick it up again some time, soon. I hope.
• And last (both in this list and in time, since I jurt started it tonight) but not least, (the only PN one, so maybe 'least' isn't totally wrong. depends on where you come from) Half-blood by Jennifer your-surname-is-too-long-and-complicated-sorry. I've only read two or three pages, and already it sounds a little like Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead. The way daimons (what the hell of a name is that? Anyway, that would be Strigoi) are 'formed', how this guys are divided between Pure bloods (Moroi), which should be like la creme de la creme, and Half bloods (dhampirs), who are guardians or something. (still haven't read enough of it to have it clear, but it seems much like it) Anyway, it's not totally a bad things, since Vampire Academy is my favorite YA series ever. I mean, at least this author made her series like an amazing series, instead of a crappy one.

List over.
But these days I've bought another bunch of Classics, too. I want to have some culture. haha.
So I've bought:
Still from Shakespear, Much Ado for Nothing, Othello and As You Like It.
Then, a book called 'The Age of Innocence' for which I am a bit ashamed because I had never heard the author's name, and can't even remember it now, but it was among the Collins Classics so I assume he's someone important?
And I still have to read Tale of Two Cities by Dickens. (as soon as I'm over these, can't wait) and the old, good Wutherings Heights from earlier. ;D
Plus a neverending list of PN and YA I've got on goodreads.
Not to mention some tv series I've got to catch up on.
So, a lot of work ahead. (:


But talking about random stuff, did you (nonexistent) guys know that I'm going to freaking China in May?! mwahahahaha. Caaaan't wait. I'll go crazy there. And with my obsession for Chinese guys.. you never know. haha
School this year isn't so bad, I actually think I might come out of these year with good grades.
We'll see, I sincerely hope so.
This is the year where grades and extra courses and things like that start to count, so I've got to work hard.

Now, I'm tired of writing.
I guess I'll see you at my next post.

xx