Deep In Earth

It's night time. This past few days, I've been brooding about a lot of things. Some sad things, some sweet things, and some exciting things. It inspired me to write some new posts, but life got ahead of me and I didn't write anything. Tonight, I decided to spend some time to update the blog and post some stuff. I have a Skype call interview tomorrow afternoon. I was extremely nervous because the recipient was someone I never seen or talked to before. Then I read that it's better to just audio call somebody for Skype interviews, so that helped with my anxiety a bit. Since I couldn't see the person, and the person couldn't see me, I feel a little bit better. My daily routine consists of me watching Youtube videos. Just now, I watched a chocolate cake and cheesecake souffle tutorial. The recipe was so simple even I felt like I could do it. It make me feel like, I want to bake a cake right now. But I'll save it for when Eid comes around. I'll bake those ...

I felt like writing today's post because I felt a little sad. I started to listen to queen Lana Del Rey and her songs bring me to places. It's mid-term break right now. I am back home on my comfy bed. I wish I could be alone, but I'm not. I've got exams coming up after this week is over. So I brought my note book for mind maps. Haven't done a thing though. Last Saturday, as soon as I got home, my sister told me about this novel she found amidst her junk and she said it was given to her by a taxi driver who claimed that her daughter wrote the novel. So it really made me intrigued, jealous even. How on earth do people get their works published? Do they just accept any manuscript that go their way? Do they reject most manuscript that goes their way? What criteria do they want in order have it published? I've been having this little dream about publishing books since long ago. Never though it would happen though... There's a possibility... but I can't...

Hi. The previous post stated how much I was feeling like doing art. I still feel that way. And those feelings have really built up. You know how people have a creative block that happens sometimes? No doubt that thing happens to me sometimes. But right now it feels like I'm having a creative overflow. I feel like creating so much stuff like drawing and painting, and now I am inspired to continue writing. I like to write stories. Sometimes I get these ideas and when the ideas are well-made and flows freely, I can little short stories. Nothing big, but I enjoy it. Mainly because it's my taste (because I wrote it...). These days I'm getting some ideas to write some short stories. It's like, the concepts are in my mind, the themes and some events that will happen, but the full chronologies aren't organized yet. Some of them doesn't exist yet. Just having these little ideas. I really need to write some notes down because sometimes ideas for different stories co...

Do you know what 'ai no kusabi' means? It means 'the space between'. It means the bond between two people. I have finally finished all 8 volumes of Ai no Kusabi the novel. The anime is famous to all anime lovers, especially to shounen-ai enthusiasts, but a lot of people know about the anime. And it brings quite an emotion in them as well. Before I proceed, this will be my view of the anime and novel and there may be spoilers in this entry, so please deal with caution. Watching the anime wasn't enough for me. I wanted to know more, because it seemed that there was more than what it shows on the surface in the anime. Yes, the anime did a wonderful job a telling the story, and it displayed the contents of the novel marvellously. I guess that's one of the reason why I wanted to read the novel myself. Let me tell you, Yoshihara Reiko did a brilliant job on the novel. There are some parts confusing, some parts clear, and some parts would leave you speechless. I tr...

I am always happy when I listen to music. Music is my escape. It is my paradise. When I listen to music and feel it throughout me, I can forget everything. And what I feel, what I see, underneath my dark eyelids, are images created by that melody. I love it tremendously. To describe how I feel when I went out with my friends the other day, last week actually, I felt happy. I wanted to go out for some time. Then we decided to go play by the sea, I was even happier. I love the sea. The fact that I could not swim won't change that. Though I confess, I have wanted to swim in the sea for a long time. I yearn to feel the coldness and then the warmth of the ocean waters against my skin. It would feel nice, wouldn't it? Anyway, I had fun on that outing with my friends. I'm sure that I am certainly not the best company to have, but I felt honoured to be invited by them. I love them. But as I walk out of their car, wave them goodbye and enter my home, I felt empty again. The kind...

How bright the world is today, at least at the place where I live. It seems criminal to stay indoors on days like this, but I like to keep the image for as long as I can. Before dawn comes, when the sky is still a little dark and the horizons are beginning to turn grey, I wake up in my dark room. But it is never really dark, for the light of the young dawn lights through my curtains and I can see the dim surroundings. When dawn starts to break, rays of lights gradually hit my thick curtains and my room is basked in pale gold. Still, I keep the curtains closed and still, I lie in bed. This is the perfect moment, the perfect moment to pick up a good book and read it in bed. The light is still dim and grey, but bright enough for you to read the words off the pages of your book. Curled up in bed, underneath the covers, with your feet tucked neatly inside blankets and sheets, better still with a cup of hot tea, is my favourite way to read my books in the morning. But this way will bring...

I realized that a story do not need to make sense to be an amazing story. It just needs to be believable, and it becomes a good story.

I have mixed feelings about this movie. I'm looking forward to read the book though. The cinematography is pretty nice, since I enjoy beautiful landscapes. Wasn't expecting a lot of sexuality, so that gave me kind of an impact that I did not particularly like. Anyhow, movies are supposed to give impact. I have to say, it's not my kind if movie, but I guess this kind of thing really do happen to people in reality. Can't wait to possess the book. I must have it!!

So I went to another town just for a little day trip. I visited the bookstore and found, lo and behold, a hardcover book titled 'Watership Down'. I was prepared to buy it, prepared to abandon all the other books that I was holding in my hands to buy, if it proves to be expensive. I grabbed at it, inspected it, and felt all gloomy. It was in bad shape. The cover was a little bit dirty and some of the edges of the cover were torn. The top had a mark where somebody carelessly blemished with a permanent marker. Feeling discouraged but determined, I asked the bookstore clerk if they had another copy that I could buy. He checked for me and said it was the last copy. I thought about buying it, but I dislike books that are dirty. It's okay if it's an old book or the price is cheap, but I'm certainly not going to buy a torn book with the price of a perfectly presentable one. With a heavy heart, I had to let it go and hope for another encounter with a book with the same tit...

The movie is marvelous. I love the movie. But the thing that I love more than the movie is the book, which I randomly found the other day! From what I've seen in the movie, John Le Carre did a wonderful job. Well done to Tomas Alfredson too. I have not read it yet, I haven't even opened the plastic cover, but I plan to next year. Right now I need to focus on my studies, but there are so many beautiful books to buy and read, so I'm just hoarding them at the moment. I love Gary Oldman on the cover. :)

I'm sure I am not the only one feeling things like this. I think I need to write all of this down. *Spoiler alert* How can someone be so engrossed into something that one is not even related to, not even connected, not even experiencing, and it seems one does, and it becomes so important, more important than anything else? It defines you, and you rely on it, you depend on it, and it gives you everything, it makes you feel everything, it frees you, it captivates you, it's your mind, it's your heart, your life. I don't really know how to express this properly into words. I think no word can describe this thing exactly how I meant it but I'm going to try. I love to watch movies. I love movies. I can reliably say that I am passionate about movies. And I love all those talented actors and actresses. Sometimes I get too attached to the characters in a movie or a book that their feelings simply affect me so deeply. It helps if the words are beautifully written in ...

I have some problems. I buy books all the time, I've spent most of my pocket money on books, I have a mountain of books lying in my room, I cannot possibly read all of them when I'm still studying at the moment, and these books ALWAYS tempt me to pick them and read them, and I acknowledge all these problems but I still buy more books. more penguin books... and some more classics... I must be a hoarder.

long ago, when i was a lot younger, maybe 5 to 7 years old, i watched this particular movie about rabbits, that i really liked, i remember that i liked it, and i would sometimes see some scenes from it in my dreams. but i never knew the name of the movie, so ever since i found out that the internet can be used to find these kinds of stuff, i tried to find it, only in vain, and it didn't help that i soon forgot about it. and this weekend, i found out about it! only to know that it was actually rather provocatively scary for little children. hmm. it really was scary. i watched the trailer, to confirm it, and even now i think it was a really horrifying movie for little kids... nevertheless, i was thrilled to finally find it after all these years, and i'm reliving all the nostalgic moments that i saw in the movie. i felt sad, scared, compassionate, and cuddly happy. i can finally watch Watership Down all over again. and i have to get the book. i just have to get it.

Yup, i've got new books! my sister gave me a little token of her appreciation for taking care of little babies, so i've got this certain amount of money to spend on whatever i want. of course, i go for new books. earlier, i had a vision that the popular store will have new penguin books, so there i went with my money, and sure enough there were new books. however, they weren't penguins, but collins! they were relatively as cheap as penguin books, so i bought a number of them. my other sis helped me to pay with 2 extra books, since my money wasn't enough. :) i always wanted to read these, especially Inferno. i think i'm lucky to find these beautiful masterpieces.

My sister went to the capital city last week. I asked her if she could do me an errand while she was there, since she refused to let me join her. Fortunately she obliged, and did as she was asked. So now, I have 3 news beautiful Penguin books to read and spend hours away in another world! Haha! She could have bought me other books as well, but being extremely stingy especially when it concerned other people but herself, I received the much anticipated Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift, The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin by Mark Twain, and Grimm's Fairy Tales by the Grimm Brothers. Considering that these were Penguin books, it couldn't have costs too much to buy more of these fantastical man-made marvels, but my sister was too stingy. I am grateful for what she's done, only I hoped that there would be more. My hometown rarely have these kind of books, pity little town, so we have to buy them from the capital city. Of course, everything's there in the capital. And...

i'll share a little tale that happened this week, not too long ago. it's the holiday season, and i get to have a little break from school for about six weeks, and a lot of my friends returned home. so my closest friends and i planned to go out together, maybe go shopping, window-shopping, or just hang around eating some nice food and talk about all the experiences we missed with them. in my small town, there is this quite small shop where they sell books, magazines, stationary, office and school supplies. just about this year they started selling used, old books and novels, so i love going there to have a look. who knows what treasures i might come across to. like they say, "one man's trash is another man's treasure". hehe. so on the fine day out we happen to go there and i immediately started searching and scanning the titles to find anything worth buying. there was a book that seemed interesting, but it was not what i intended to find.. i was thinking o...

a bibliophile is a person who collects or has a great love of books. i am definitely one. the two things that restraint me from increasing my pile of books are money and space. i literally no longer have any room to put any more books. i can't have a job yet, i am still studying, so i'm in the mercy of my parents when it comes to buying books. and books are not that cheap. i guess it's a good bargain considering all the information and inspiration it fills you with after you're done with it. for the past years, i think i've been a rather versatile reader. i've met people who reads only the twilight saga or love stories. i think it's good that they're reading anyway, but i dislike the idea of staying to only one genre. i believe it can contain you to only one state of mind or one way of view.. i read fantasy, horror, thriller, mythical, fiction, and romance too. i also read poems and old texts. anything that interests me, of course. i think people fr...