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The rice has become a porridge, and I want to go away

In Dutch on November 29, 2005 at 12:53 am

Usually on friday when the work days just finish I keep thinking about the things I shouldn’t say/do to the people around. And I do admit that I’ve had such a big mouth last week due to my overdosed weed. It’s going too far till I myself finally realised it. I didn’t mean to offend this black crow who has helped me twice but in one to another happening it made me felt regret, I wanted to apologize but I still had two days to wait. Sunday night came, I started making my explanation. Monday finally started, the sun was shining, I prepared myself even though I was too nervous to start. I finally arrived at work, everyone walked outside the building till I finally saw the black crow walked outside the building, too, taking a lunch break. After greeting I started to explain and apologize, his mimic was different while he said it’s okay. From far I saw my friend just arrived, she invited me for the weed, we walked to another corner of the building. I passed him by and he seemed to know what we’re going to do. I asked him to join and he’d come later, he said. After a while that we were standing there he came and joined with us and I appreciated it as it seemed to show me that he wasn’t that mad at me even though I wasn’t sure about it.

The whole day seemed weird for me, everyone behaved so weird which made me thought that monday’s the case. After the short break we’ve taken I walked back to my floor, passed him by when he walked from another side. He looked at me sharply in the eyes which made me felt that he’s actually mad at me. I couldn’t do anything than hung my jacket on the hanger and started working again. I worked and worked, tried not to bother what was happening behind me as I use to work in the corner. I heard his voice, laughed and talked with his friends, but I tried to concentrate as if nothing happened. I felt his ignorance especially after I asked him who the next victim would be and claimed him as a black rabbit (read: playboy) on last friday. I got regret but the aim has got an advantage that he realised what I meant as I think I am flexible and easy going enough to try to communicate with that flirtatious bitch whom I first used to keep distance from. As he used to think differently he might think that I’ve talked lots with her and that he’s the main subject we talked about. As miss understanding as it was which probably made him more offended but I won’t start any discussion about the things which confuse him a lots if he doesn’t start. That bitch still thinks that I don’t talk too much while she’s the problem of it.

In the end I just have to keep something in my mind that nobody can turn back the time and the rice has become a porridge. I however ended up wanting to run away from those people and never appear anymore no matter if it was not really my fault in the first time. He was first just a strage black crow for me till all what has happened made me know him and so does he. Now that I know how it is I try to make new plans as I want to know what will happen if I refuse to know them, if I do as if nobody’s there. I just do my work. I am so very sad. I offended someone these days :( But it’s okay, there’s no need to feel sad or to feel down, let’s make some plans. Book has always been the best friend when I am alone, it never talks back, it never judges, it never throws mistake, it’s just quite but has an interesting story inside. So I meant to say that I want to make myself busy in the break, without bothering the people around and I hope they, especially he, will notice the change. I just don’t know what to do else, I keep on trying to avoid him instead.

PS, I Love You by Cecelia Ahern — a Book Review

In Dutch on November 28, 2005 at 12:29 am

Some people wait their whole lives to find their soul mates. But not Holly and Gerry

Childhood sweethearts, they could finish each other’s sentences and even when they fought, they laughed. No one could imagine Holly and Gerry without each other.

Until the unthinkable happens. Gerry’s death devastates Holly. But as her 30th birthday looms, Gerry comes back to her. He’s left her a bundle of notes, gently guiding Holly into her new life without him, each note signed ‘PS, I Love You’.
As the notes are gradually opened, and as the year unfolds, Holly is both cheered up and challenged. The man who knows her better than anyone sets out to teach her that life goes on. With some help from her friends, and her noisy and loving family, Holly finds herself laughing, crying, singing, dancing — and being braver than ever before.

Life is for living, she realises — but it always helps if there’s an angel watching over you

Short opinions:

‘A bitter-sweet storyline guaranteed to tug on your heartstrings‘
Glamour

‘Heartbreak, intrique and love letters from beyond the grave — Ahern was sure and symphatetic hand.‘
Irish Times

From this book I tried to imagine how it should be when my beloved one, in this case, my man, is not beside me anymore. But from this book I also think how too fake the story goes, Holly seems to be an immature thirty something lady who only thinks that her husband can however not come back alive anymore so that she receives the love letters from Gerry. The way how she gets the love letters looks more like a fake love letters or a play game that are made by her own friends just to cheer her up till she finally can live a life. Maybe if she didn’t get the love letters she shouldn’t even bother that life goes on.

And to my confusion; Gerry seems to know when he should die so he buys a holiday tickets for Holly and her friends before he dies. According to me, someone who knows he has a wonderful wife and life together with his beloved one would not think of preparing something before the death; I meant, they’re just married, most of the couples would more think of what they can do to get healthier. It seems that it isn’t Gerry who buys the ticket but one of Holly’s friends who uses Gerry’s name to make Holly thinks that it’s really from Gerry. As Holly has caught that the leprechaun aka the secret gardener who continuedly gardens her garden isn’t Gerry, she doesn’t even doubt that all the things she receives are probably from her other friends. Oh poor Holly.

Holly also seems like a woman who doesn’t know what she has to do in her life so that she receives love letter which contains “buy new outfit” in it as any woman can do this by herself without getting told by someone else especially by a ghost named Gerry. Holly doesn’t live lonely on this earth, she has friends who care for her, and she should have felt responsible/needed to buy a new outfit, or even to enjoy the life outside of her home without being guided by letters. Holly is hiding for a month right after Gerry’s death and from this book it makes me think that she doesn’t even take a shower (or rarely) because her friend tells her that she doesn’t look fresh so that she has to go to hairdresser and she doesn’t seem to even clean her house, her friend named Sharon cleans it for her. What the hell does she do hiding inside of her house for a month?!? Only crying and sleeping?!? Imagine this immature thirty something lady.

Discussion Questions
Who is narrating PS, I Love You? Where is the story located? What affect, if any, does location make to the story? Why?
There’s no location make to the story, maybe the author doesn’t want to get reader who has a relate story? I have no idea! — no answer anyway lol –

At what point does the book hook you? What makes you keep reading? What is your favorite part?
Well, I was confused how the love letters should end and how she would be in the end of the story. I have no favourite part. Oh yes, I do! The moment when Holly describes her sister and how her sister describes Holly.

Keeping in mind that Ahern was 21 when she wrote PS, I Love You, discuss her strengths as a storyteller. How effective is she at describing Holly’s experiences? If you have lost a loved one, or know someone who has, discuss how much you relate to Holly’s mourning process.
Cecelia Ahern isn’t effective enough at describing Holly’s experiences. If I have lost a loved one I surely don’t know what to do but I shouldn’t believe that the love letters I receive are from my loved one.

Look at the first two paragraphs of Chapter One. What is going on? What information does Cecelia Ahern provide at this early stage to set up the story that follows?
–- Holly held the blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck her, an overwhelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart. Pins and needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to choke her. Panic took over. Apart from the low hum of the fridge and the occasional moaning of the pipes, the house was quiet. She was alone. Bile rose in her throat and she ran to the bathroom, where she collapsed to her knees before the toilet –-
What do you think Cecelia Ahern provides?

Thinking about the book’s early dialogue, like Holly’s wedding preparation in Chapter Two, explore Ahern’s word choices. How does she convey about the story? Read aloud the long paragraph on page 8. What does Ahern reveal about the characters?
“I can’t do it all the time, you know, Hol. Someday I might not be here and then what will you do?” — said Gerry. He already said something like that when he’s still alive and both were making joke before sleep.

Briefly describe Holly’s family and friends. Which characters do you like most? Why?
Her sister. Because she didn’t seem sad when she came back to her country after living in Australia for years. She didn’t seem sad to remember that her relationship with her significant other has ended and to remember that he doesn’t call her yet while she already stays for a month there. She had never cried before and Holly found her crying in her bedroom, it was the first time that she saw her sister crying as the story described Holly has never seen her crying before.

How does the idea of “a list” come about? What is so compelling about a list left by a loved one who has died? How does the list help Holly? Talk about which item was the most difficult for her, and why. If you know anyone who has been left such a list, share how it affected them.
I don’t know what the hell Gerry’s thinking about to include “singing” part on the list. If I have a loved one he should know what I like and can do and what I really don’t like and can’t do. If I get “singing” on the list I have to do from my loved one I should feel forced and it doesn’t cheer me up, nevertheless. And I also wonder how Gerry knows what Holly needs to prepare before it’s the time Holly has to do the things on the list.

Consider the last two paragraphs of Chapter Four, beginning with “Her stomach did a little dance . . .” Discuss your response. What is the author sharing with the reader? How successful is she? Why?
The list, which she thinks it can guide her in her life without Gerry. The author wrote,”if it wasn’t from Gerry, then Holly finally had to accept the fact that he was gone completely from her life and she had to start thinking about existing without him.” It seems that it’s the next step for Holly to get one step ahead. The package showed her that he’s not completely gone from her.

Even though Gerry is dead, how does he come alive in the book? At what point in the book do we learn the most about Gerry? Describe him both physically and mentally.
Gerry’s like a sweet guy who’s Holly’s everything, a shoulder to cry on, a closest person she’s ever known, her childhood friend as lover, someone who knows her better than someone else. About how he comes alive in the book? As I said the story is too fake everything can happen because it’s fake. I meant, the love letters that come from someone who already died, it’s too fake to believe.

Questions are taken from here

On the other side if I was Holly I shouldn’t know what else to rebuild my life if the love letters haven’t arrived. All what I’d do is to fight against the sadness by trying to have some activities to do by myself. Holly’s friends have partner, one of them is expecting a baby and, her closest friend Sharon is preparing for marriage (I guess it’s Sharon but I forgot because I finished reading this book months ago) so I could imagine how lonely Holly feels without Gerry. I meant, feeling lonely in the heart even though there are friends who are ready to help her; it’s understandable for Holly if she ever feels jealous with her friends because they’ve partners. Expecting baby is one of Holly’s dreams. If she gets baby from Gerry she probably won’t really feel sad as the baby will then become her sweet memories with Gerry in a body of another person who is their son. This book however made me more believe that childhood sweethearts exist. It’s very hard to lose someone whom you love in your whole life especially if you know him/her since your childhood. This story is also good for those who also lost their lovers due to the death, it helps them to rebuild their hopes in life ;)

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PS, I Love You by Cecelia Ahern

In Books on November 27, 2005 at 10:11 pm

Some people wait their whole lives to find their soul mates. But not Holly and Gerry

Childhood sweethearts, they could finish each other’s sentences and even when they fought, they laughed. No one could imagine Holly and Gerry without each other.

Until the unthinkable happens. Gerry’s death devastates Holly. But as her 30th birthday looms, Gerry comes back to her. He’s left her a bundle of notes, gently guiding Holly into her new life without him, each note signed ‘PS, I Love You’.
As the notes are gradually opened, and as the year unfolds, Holly is both cheered up and challenged. The man who knows her better than anyone sets out to teach her that life goes on. With some help from her friends, and her noisy and loving family, Holly finds herself laughing, crying, singing, dancing — and being braver than ever before.

Life is for living, she realises — but it always helps if there’s an angel watching over you

Short opinions:

‘A bitter-sweet storyline guaranteed to tug on your heartstrings‘
Glamour

‘Heartbreak, intrique and love letters from beyond the grave — Ahern was sure and symphatetic hand.‘
Irish Times

From this book I tried to imagine how it should be when my beloved one, in this case, my man, is not beside me anymore. But from this book I also think how too fake the story goes, Holly seems to be an immature thirty something lady who only thinks that her husband can however not come back alive anymore so that she receives the love letters from Gerry. The way how she gets the love letters looks more like a fake love letters or a play game that are made by her own friends just to cheer her up till she finally can live a life. Maybe if she didn’t get the love letters she shouldn’t even bother that life goes on.

And to my confusion; Gerry seems to know when he should die so he buys a holiday tickets for Holly and her friends before he dies. According to me, someone who knows he has a wonderful wife and life together with his beloved one would not think of preparing something before the death; I meant, they’re just married, most of the couples would more think of what they can do to get healthier. It seems that it isn’t Gerry who buys the ticket but one of Holly’s friends who uses Gerry’s name to make Holly thinks that it’s really from Gerry. As Holly has caught that the leprechaun aka the secret gardener who continuedly gardens her garden isn’t Gerry, she doesn’t even doubt that all the things she receives are probably from her other friends. Oh poor Holly.

Holly also seems like a woman who doesn’t know what she has to do in her life so that she receives love letter which contains “buy new outfit? in it as any woman can do this by herself without getting told by someone else especially by a ghost named Gerry. Holly doesn’t live lonely on this earth, she has friends who care for her, and she should have felt responsible/needed to buy a new outfit, or even to enjoy the life outside of her home without being guided by letters. Holly is hiding for a month right after Gerry’s death and from this book it makes me think that she doesn’t even take a shower (or rarely) because her friend tells her that she doesn’t look fresh so that she has to go to hairdresser and she doesn’t seem to even clean her house, her friend named Sharon cleans it for her. What the hell does she do hiding inside of her house for a month?!? Only crying and sleeping?!? Imagine this immature thirty something lady.

Discussion Questions
Who is narrating PS, I Love You? Where is the story located? What affect, if any, does location make to the story? Why?
There’s no location make to the story, maybe the author doesn’t want to get reader who has a relate story? I have no idea! — no answer anyway lol –

At what point does the book hook you? What makes you keep reading? What is your favorite part?
Well, I was confused how the love letters should end and how she would be in the end of the story. I have no favourite part. Oh yes, I do! The moment when Holly describes her sister and how her sister describes Holly.

Keeping in mind that Ahern was 21 when she wrote PS, I Love You, discuss her strengths as a storyteller. How effective is she at describing Holly’s experiences? If you have lost a loved one, or know someone who has, discuss how much you relate to Holly’s mourning process.
Cecelia Ahern isn’t effective enough at describing Holly’s experiences. If I have lost a loved one I surely don’t know what to do but I shouldn’t believe that the love letters I receive are from my loved one.

Look at the first two paragraphs of Chapter One. What is going on? What information does Cecelia Ahern provide at this early stage to set up the story that follows?
–- Holly held the blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck her, an overwhelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart. Pins and needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to choke her. Panic took over. Apart from the low hum of the fridge and the occasional moaning of the pipes, the house was quiet. She was alone. Bile rose in her throat and she ran to the bathroom, where she collapsed to her knees before the toilet –-
What do you think Cecelia Ahern provides?

Thinking about the book’s early dialogue, like Holly’s wedding preparation in Chapter Two, explore Ahern’s word choices. How does she convey about the story? Read aloud the long paragraph on page 8. What does Ahern reveal about the characters?
“I can’t do it all the time, you know, Hol. Someday I might not be here and then what will you do?? — said Gerry. He already said something like that when he’s still alive and both were making joke before sleep.

Briefly describe Holly’s family and friends. Which characters do you like most? Why?
Her sister. Because she didn’t seem sad when she came back to her country after living in Australia for years. She didn’t seem sad to remember that her relationship with her significant other has ended and to remember that he doesn’t call her yet while she already stays for a month there. She had never cried before and Holly found her crying in her bedroom, it was the first time that she saw her sister crying as the story described Holly has never seen her crying before.

How does the idea of “a list? come about? What is so compelling about a list left by a loved one who has died? How does the list help Holly? Talk about which item was the most difficult for her, and why. If you know anyone who has been left such a list, share how it affected them.
I don’t know what the hell Gerry’s thinking about to include “singing? part on the list. If I have a loved one he should know what I like and can do and what I really don’t like and can’t do. If I get “singing? on the list I have to do from my loved one I should feel forced and it doesn’t cheer me up, nevertheless. And I also wonder how Gerry knows what Holly needs to prepare before it’s the time Holly has to do the things on the list.

Consider the last two paragraphs of Chapter Four, beginning with “Her stomach did a little dance . . .? Discuss your response. What is the author sharing with the reader? How successful is she? Why?
The list, which she thinks it can guide her in her life without Gerry. The author wrote,?if it wasn’t from Gerry, then Holly finally had to accept the fact that he was gone completely from her life and she had to start thinking about existing without him.? It seems that it’s the next step for Holly to get one step ahead. The package showed her that he’s not completely gone from her.

Even though Gerry is dead, how does he come alive in the book? At what point in the book do we learn the most about Gerry? Describe him both physically and mentally.
Gerry’s like a sweet guy who’s Holly’s everything, a shoulder to cry on, a closest person she’s ever known, her childhood friend as lover, someone who knows her better than someone else. About how he comes alive in the book? As I said the story is too fake everything can happen because it’s fake. I meant, the love letters that come from someone who already died, it’s too fake to believe.

Questions are taken from here

On the other side if I was Holly I shouldn’t know what else to rebuild my life if the love letters haven’t arrived. All what I’d do is to fight against the sadness by trying to have some activities to do by myself. Holly’s friends have partner, one of them is expecting a baby and, her closest friend Sharon is preparing for marriage (I guess it’s Sharon but I forgot because I finished reading this book months ago) so I could imagine how lonely Holly feels without Gerry. I meant, feeling lonely in the heart even though there are friends who are ready to help her; it’s understandable for Holly if she ever feels jealous with her friends because they’ve partners. Expecting baby is one of Holly’s dreams. If she gets baby from Gerry she probably won’t really feel sad as the baby will then become her sweet memories with Gerry in a body of another person who is their son. This book however made me more believe that childhood sweethearts exist. It’s very hard to lose someone whom you love in your whole life especially if you know him/her since your childhood. This story is also good for those who also lost their lovers due to the death, it helps them to rebuild their hopes in life ;)

Once I am landed on Blogger

In oh my god! on November 27, 2005 at 10:06 pm

Blogger is however still a good free bloghost. When my site is down I blog here

Nothing to do

In Dutch on November 27, 2005 at 9:21 pm

Nothing to do on this weekend, all I do is just lolling on my chair doing nothing, reviewing the book and currently writing about the real life story movie named Jacqueline Du Pre. Well it will be a very long entry on my other blog but it just has to. The story is good and once you’ve read it you’ll watch the movie also. lol.

Tomorrow is I think the time for the decision at my work. I still feel uncalm due to this, I don’t know whether I still work there or not, I don’t know whether my colleague is angry or not, I want to explain something to people around but my mind and mouth seem to stop me from that.

Blank Layout

In Dutch on November 27, 2005 at 8:05 pm

I know this layout is blank, I want to add some graphics but don’t know what kind of. Anyway I almost forgot my blog here. But somehow my host is almost every sunday evening my time down, I don’t know what the webmaster is doing but okay, it isn’t good host already.

Verkeerde deur?

In Dutch on November 23, 2005 at 8:38 pm

Ik ging naar een restaurant nadat ik op een koffieshop geweest ben. Ik ging bestellen en praten met mijn vriendin, het weer was hartstikke koud en het regende. Ik moest naar de WC maar ik wist niet waar de WC was omdat ik daar nog nooit eerder was geweest. Mijn vriendin heeft de weg gewezen en ik ging daar naar toe, zonder bril te dragen (ik draag altijd bril). Het was een beetje donker op de hoek, ik was stoned en zag twee deuren. “Een van de twee moet wel dames toilet zijn” dacht ik. Ik keek naar de plaatjes, ze leken heel erg op elkaar zodat ik niet kon herkennen welke van de dames was en welke van heren. Het was echt te donker voor mij, mijn lichaam trok me naar de eerste toilet, ik opende de deur en zag een dikke iemand die beetje op een man maar ook op een vrouw leek, stond daar handen te wassen. Ik schrok me dood en wou de deur weer dicht doen want ik dacht dat ik een verkeerde deur open gemaakt heb. Maar het bleek dat diegene die glimlachtte een vrouw was, merkte ik dat ik toch een goede toilet had. Ik kwam lachend naar binnen toe, die vrouw lachtte nog even harder dan mij en zei;

dacht je dat ik een man was?
Hahahahahah! Sorry

Ik sprong gelijk naar de wc deur terwijl de vrouw naar buiten ging.

Alsjemenou … de afbeeldingen waar je kunt zien bij dames en herentoilet zijn tegenwoordig moeilijk te herkennen. Kunnen ze dan niet direct opschrijven als: DAMES en HEREN of zo?!? Het is echt beter voor mensen die slechte ogen hebben als ik, vooral als het donker is

Sign up on WordPress.COM? Must be at least 4 characters?!?

In Wordpress.com on November 23, 2005 at 6:15 pm

I didn’t know that all the people already can sign up on wordpress.com or perhaps it’s just released today. But there’s something unique on this page. Why?

Your address will be username.wordpress.com. Must be at least 4 characters, letters and numbers only. It cannot be changed so choose carefully!

Look at the bold text and see my URL, what do you see? I only have three LOL

East west, Home sweet home! But something stopped me

In Personal on November 20, 2005 at 5:47 pm

As I came to the city I used to be I remembered what I have done for six years; my busy activities, my friends, my favourite coffeeshop, snookerbar, coffee lounge, my ex lecturers and colleges. Every morning I saw well known faces whom I’d also see at the destination place, my college. Yes, they’re there studying at the same college, living in the same town, breathing in the same location as I do. I remember the time I used to have fun with them whom I know for years, the sweet friends of mine whom I could have fun with no worries just because I know them all. The coffeeshop that I trust doesn’t make me feel bad as I have known the most of daily visitors and the people who have ever worked there, the snookerbar itself knew that I and my friends were there doing some tricks to win from the opposite players. This is my city and I feel home.

I’ve first been thinking to explore another places that I’d never been in before, meeting lots of new people, watching what they like to do and finding some interesting new activities. That’s right, it’s all nice, the people are friendly, but it’s still not my place, not the city I used to be, I feel like being somewhere I don’t know, people can easily tell me lies just because I don’t really know them for ages, only few people, two closest colleagues as friends and nothing more. So far I’ve been friendly to them and I appreciated the nice times I’ve had together with my new friends, we knew damn good that we like the work we do, but they still don’t understand me why my mind suddenly changed when I told them I want to have another job. The people around and the city are exactly my problems. I am like a new someone who needs a guide, someone who doesn’t know where she is when she’s not with her usual friends, someone who still needs to hear lots of things from the other strangers out there. My friend who’s also my colleague suddenly sent me a text message last night. I was glad because I didn’t talk to her for while due to the extra work times she has to do. She apologised herself that she didn’t let me hear something from her in the last few days, I of course didn’t mind it but she still has no idea why the hell I want to stop working there, she probably thought I want to stop because four hours in a day is not enough for me so she has offered me to do same job as she does. She first has done the same function as I do but she has been promoted by the manager to have another function which is more better than this. Maybe she’d promote me and maybe I’ll have a good time, with her, working together again. When she first sent me text message I was very happy that she didn’t forget me yet. I thought she has left me after she got another job and another friends to go out together with. This is a friend, not just my colleague and I do miss talking to her. Without my closest friends I feel strange like a scared cat that sits in the corner of a street, doesn’t dare to even move her body.

I’ve changed my mobile’s number several times for the sake of my own privacy and safety. Not that I don’t want to get call from the people around but I did it because there were few weirdos out there who got my number from another friends and stalked me. In this case I was talking about the guy who really has a big mouth when he talked to me. I don’t understand why a guy usually tells that he can do this and that to the girl he talks to, the guy probably wants me to think that he’s great, or whatever the fuck he was thinking when he was telling me such things. Such a big mouth that he has that he told me about the girls who want to be his girlfriends and he already called me a sweetie. I hate it. He thought I was also wanting him to be my boyfriend *hahahah LOL* In the other side another guy saved me from him and I appreciated it, I wanted to get out of this weird guy when I suddenly got called by this other guy and I was happy that he called. I find him a sweety even though I knew what he usually does, okay I admit I love this other guy no matter what he does, no matter what his status is, all I know is that I wanna be with this guy. He’s like a leader who guides me to his way. Not this weirdo’s way. In the other side I knew I wanted to have a job in the city I have always been in but my thought stopped just because I met this other guy, he’s my colleague. I like him no matter how old he is, I don’t like something bad happens to him. All what I need now is just getting used in the new situation I have. I love you, B. And I stay there for you. If you have ever read my previous post I have to admit that he was first the black crow for me, but now …. I want him to be with me.

Hiatus

In Personal on November 7, 2005 at 5:07 pm

ah sorry, the internet connection at home is still broken so I can’t update this weblog regularly till i get the internet again