Tuesday’s Tale: The Joy of Books

Love, love, love this video! It’s like the book version of Toy Story, only it’s a lot better, because it’s featuring books!

“There’s nothing quite like a real book.”

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my (not so) lovely Monday

This is the only day when I set up my alarm at 5.55am in the morning, forcing myself to wake up one minute later, opening my laptop, and trying desperately to log into the Melbourne University student system to get a decent tutorial time for semester one, 2012.

Despite all my effort, I (half) failed.

I ended up trying to reschedule some of my classes.

Okay, despite the good news (the two days off), my timetable is pretty much… weird. It looks like stairs, and one day it starts at 8am, and another it ends at 6.15 pm, with lots of gaps in between.

There goes my new resolution not to skip any classes and become a good student.

And in the middle of battling with thousands others, trying to refresh the system frantically to be able to register in classes, I received an email that made me both sad and happy.

Here it goes:

Dear Marcella,

Thank you for your interest in our Internship Program. I attempted to call you today to talk through your application. If you can give me a call on xxxx xxx xxx when you have an opportunity, that would be much appreciated.

And I’d die to get into this internship. Okay, not that extreme, but I have been wanting to be in this internship since last year, and it just made me upset to think that I missed the call (probably for an interview?) because I am currently overseas. Ooooh, the pain. Today I’ll pray my hardest so that the kind caller will reply my email tomorrow and secure a place for me, by any chance… (it IS a VERY popular internship). I’ll leave it to God’s hands.

Not exactly a lovely morning to start my day, and not exactly a lovely Monday to start my week.

Plus, it’s been raining hard since dawn.

Okay, I exaggerated. Those issues are hardly brick walls, and I have already been whining at the slightest opportunity. I am officially a complainer with little to worry about.

So my goal for today:

1. Finish Mitch Albom’s Have a Little Faith for the third time.
2. Brainstorm ideas (or perhaps even start writing) for the next deadline
3. Drink more tea, or Baileys with ice, and sleep more (I lack sleep)
4. Eat less.

For closing, a friend of mine has shared this 9GAG’s photo on Facebook. Thought that it’ll be a bit more entertaining than my whining earlier.

Happy Monday folks!

Saturday’s story: To realise

To realise
by anonymous

To realise the value of ten years:Ask a newly divorced couple.
To realise the value of four years: Ask a graduate.
To realise the value of one year: Ask a student who has failed a final exam.
To realise the value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realise the value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realise the value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly news paper.

To realise the value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
To realise the value of one minute: Ask a person who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realise the value of one second: Ask a person who has survived an accident.
To realise the value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
To realize the value of a friend: Lose one.

Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.
You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special.

Sherlock Holmes: A game of shadows (2011)

mp’s rating: 4.5/5

In one word? Almost perfect.

At least for me it was.

Full of fun. humour. tricks. brain. incredible timing of slo-mo. Robert Downey Jr. Jude Law. Sherlock Holmes. Watson. and oh, have I mentioned that it’s the famous Sherlock Holmes?

So Sherlock, after discovering his new enemy, the brilliant Professor James Moriarty, has finally declared (or accidentally declaring, as he was drawn to Irene Adler…) a war with Moriarty. Kidnapping Watson on his honeymoon trip (yet again, he was so afraid of Watson dumping him), Sherlock, with his inhuman brain capability to track down Moriarty, set on a journey to stop the armageddon.

It has pretty much the same atmosphere with the first movie, only it is more intense. Robert Downer Jr, as Sherlock Holmes, together with Jude Law, as Watson, are perfect combination for the role. Even Rachel McAdams has performed splendidly as Irene Adler – charming, sweet, but insanely dangerous as well.

The movie is full of humour. The plot is great; the acting, the word choices, and I just couldn’t stop smiling while watching the movie as I am now watching one of the best movies in 2011 (in my own movie list, at least). Not to mention, it was shot in England, they had British accent, and oh my, have I mentioned that it is the Sherlock Holmes? (I know, I’m a biiiiiggg fan. *wide grin).

And a big applause for the producer, he even timed the slow motion movements all with a perfect timing. The punches, the war, the blunt expressions, the combination of colours, the background music – I felt that all was just perfect, just the way I imagine it to be.

There’s only one thing that I feel sad about Sherlock Holmes 2: Professor James Moriarty. He didn’t look cunning enough and at the same time genius enough to have that many followers. In short, he didn’t have the charisma as the Professor James Moriarty. Just a thought.

Quotes

Dr. John Watson: [as he watches Sherlock drinking embalming fluid] You’re drinking embalming fluid?
Sherlock Holmes: [exhales] Yes. Care for a drop?
Dr. John Watson: You do seem…
Sherlock Holmes: Excited?
Dr. John Watson: Manic.
Sherlock Holmes: I am.
Dr. John Watson: Verging on…
Sherlock Holmes: Ecstatic?
Dr. John Watson: Psychotic.
Dr. John Watson: [pause] I should’ve brought you a sedative.

Sherlock Holmes: [referring to his disguise] It’s so overt it’s covert.

Life updated: a sad story

First of all, I haven’t been able to sleep for 4 days (or maybe 3? I don’t know, I lost count). I went to bed at around 10-11pm, and just stayed awake until around 2-3am. It was exhausting. I didn’t know why I couldn’t sleep (maybe I was not tired enough during the day?) but I hope today I can sleep – I need it.

Yesterday night I gave up and continued opening my laptop and listening to Randy Pausch’s last lecture (yet again). Even after listening to the one-hour-plus-plus lecture, I still couldn’t sleep. My eyes were tired, my brain demanded that sleep, but…

So today, after visiting my teachers at school (this time, I brought some cakes), I fell asleep. From 3pm to 7pm (now you know why the post didn’t get published at the usual time, I haven’t written it).

I woke up (because of my mom’s urge), and I opened Facebook. Today was the semifinal of Aussie open, Nadal vs Federer.

Oh, double sad.

And the fact that I couldn’t watch that match!

I was, am, and will always be a fan of Federer (this I’m sure), and I feel really, really, sad for not being able to watch the game. Not only that, I couldn’t see the scores because Aussie open website took forever to load. So I posted my sadness on Facebook, and my good friends from Melbourne updated the live score every 10 seconds. (at this point, should I feel happy or sad?)

in the middle of people who are cheering for Federer / Nadal or screaming at their television, I am desperate to ask for the score because even the oz open website took forever to load here in Jakarta. :( nevertheless, Federer, you’ll always have my full support! (58 comments)
And Federer lost, so triple sad. It’s really funny how sports fan can really get sad or happy because someone wins, or loses.
So now, I’ll cheer myself up by reading Mitch Albom’s ‘Have a Little Faith’ for the third time (not a very good remedy, but that will do).
Happy Thursday people! And FYI, I’m finally going to do some sports tomorrow: badminton with some old friends!

The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks

mp’s rating: 4/5

I believe not one girl in her right life will not know about The Notebook, which novel has been made into a major motion picture (starring Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams). People may have not read the book, but they must have watched the movie. I am 99.9% sure of this statement.

Yet switching my occupation to a reader rather than a watcher (sadly, there is no TV in my room in Jakarta), I decided to browse through my old bookshelf and read some of the novels that I bought years earlier, yet never had the time (or will) to read them. So here I am, sitting down in front of my laptop with the novel on my lap, wondering, daydreaming, of one of the most romantic stories I have ever read.

At thirty-one, Noah Calhoun, back in coastal North Carolina after World War II, is haunted by images of the girl he lost more than a decade earlier. At twenty-nine, socialite Allie Nelson is about to marry a wealthy lawyer, but she cannot stop thinking about the boy who long ago stole her heart. Thus begins the story of a love so enduring and deep it can turn tragedy into triumph, and may even have the power to create a miracle…

I have always loved fairy tales, that’s for sure. The poor girl, the prince charming on his white horse, and then they live happily ever after. But I have always loved a classic tale of love too.

Isn’t this the perfect love story that may actually happen in reality? Well, maybe Cinderella does exist, but from becoming a maid to a princess married to a prince charming has a chance of 1%. But this story is familiar, isn’t it? Two people who love each other, but they are separated because of the difference in their social status. The guy is poor; he comes from a small countryside. The girl is wealthy, smart, and her parents want the ‘best’ for the girl – for her to marry someone with the same social status as them, so that she can continue living in the same way as their parents.

14 years they are separated, and one day they have the chance to meet again. She chose him – the guy who’s just rich of love, over the wealthy lawyer.

There are these moments in our lives where we dream of our ‘the one’, who is not necessarily wealthy, smart, or a prince. But we want someone who will fight for us, who will love us till the day we die, and that will be enough for us. But reality speaks differently, for status and money dominate marriages.

The Notebook is a beautiful story which is wrapped in a very good combination of flashbacks, letters, poems, and love. Nicholas Sparks is a genius, for he knows what women want to hear – he created Noah, a guy so perfect, too perfect, I might say, for us to dream that one day we’ll find our own Noah.

Quotes from the novel:

“You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.”

“I know there could never have been another. I knew it then and I know it now.”

“You are the answer to every prayer I’ve offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper … and I don’t know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have.”

“In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you, and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry, I cry, and when you hurt, I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods of tears and despair and make it through the potholed streets of life.”

“I am nothing special of this I am sure. I am just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, that has always been enough.”

“I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours.”

“She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I’m sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.”

A letter to Allie, when they were forced to separate for the first time, and definitely, my favourite.

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time, we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.

When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we’ve been forced to say good-bye.

I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all that I can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again and this is truly good-bye, I know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we have had before.”

Tuesday’s Tale: This is my story

His name was Ben Breedlove. He was 18 when he lost the battle towards his heart disease. He has cheated death several times, and now, even though he was gone, his story has inspired others, for he has answered the one simple question.

Two weeks before his death, he made a video to share his story to the rest of the world. Little did he know that he’d be gone in just a short amount of time.

Do you believe in God? I do.