Category Archives: Reading and such

Who am I, after all ?

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A question I’ve had to answer for my psychology class and one that I probably shouldn’t answer myself. I don’t know who I am, not really, not yet. 

I am maybe a sum. The sum of all things I love and hate, the sum of the songs I find myself into, of the books I’ve worshipped and the paintings that moved me to tears. A sum of all the people I’ve ever met and whose traits I’ve tried to borrow, or, quite on the contrary, I’ve been mocking merciless. A sum of all the friends I’ve chosen and who stayed, but also the sum of my parents. Yes, I am mostly the sum of my parents: shy, but always determined in my actions, as dreamy as persevering, rational yet always wishful. I am a sum of the decisions I keep on taking, ever since I’ve had the power to choose and up until this day, of the opportunities I’ve had and of my luck, a sum of my destiny’s favours. A sum of the wishes that drive me, of my dreams and of my ambition, which I need to keep on growing. None of all these defines me more or less than the other. I am one ordinary human, but unique in my own way. Unique, just like everyone else.

Maybe I am a huge contradiction. A contradiction between the stars, to which I will always aspire and the earth that I am bound to. Between the optimism that characterises me and the pessimism that takes me by surprise sometimes, between the wish to fast-forward my life and catch up on all the good that I hope to find in the future and the lingering nostalgia of past memories. An infinite contradiction  between right and left, that doesn’t define only me, but rather all of us: between my mind, my thoughts, that scream at me to make sense of what I feel and my spirit, who whispers softly to stop analysing life; and who usually whispers louder than any scream.

The only thing that I am sure of is that I am always-changing: a mirror’s reflection for the strangers, who pass me by on the sidewalk; a quiet girl for those, who watch me from afar, with no intention to befriend me; a loving mother to my little puppy; the most special, beautiful and intelligent daughter they could’ve wished for to my parents; a quirky girl yet always ready to sacrifice herself for her friends. Who am I to me? I am all this girls, all these adjectives, all these words put together and bound with the thoughts that flow each second through my mind, never stopping.

I am someone. But I still need a little more time to define who this someone really is. I just need a lifetime. 

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Clichee

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There are some quotes that you hear all the time, and seem to have lost their meaning. Many of them aren’t even true. But there are some cliches, that turn out to be quite right.

Everything happens for a reason.
If something bad happens, look at its bright side, try to see this event from another perspectice. Things have a very weird way of occuring, and a misfortune that spoiled two weeks of my summer, turned out to be a chance to start something beautiful.

You are what you eat.
Never trust people that don’t love chocolate.

Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.
Hell, it’s very used, every person on Facebook has once posted this quote. But, it’s a good motto! And I like stars a lot. Actually, I’d prefer them over the moon.

If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.
Golden quote from Bambi that more people should go by nowadays.

Action speak louder than words.
Very, very true. It might be clichee, but what you do, how you act, showes so much more about your person than your words.

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Learning time: Parade’s end ( miniseries )

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Presents keep coming these days and I am overly excited because I received Parade’s end – the book.
I keep it on my table, and stare at it lovingly the whole day, because I just can’t wait to read it.
I’ve seen the BBC miniseries, so that’s where the obsession comes from. Initially, I was only interested in it because Benedict Cumberbatch plays the lead role( good reason enough to watch any movie ). Of course, I remained stunned at the beauty of the episodes and realized how ignorant I had been, not to have heard of this amazing book before. If you’re a fan of BBC miniseries, you’ll definitely enjoy this one. It has 5 episodes in total, and though it doesn’t always keep you on the edge of your sit , I enjoyed every single moment of it. The places are stunning and the adaptation has a great quality that makes it special, warm, enjoyable.
Of course, Cumberbatch doesn’t dissapoint, but only makes you love him, if possible, even more. To me, though, he wasn’t the surprise of this movie, because I was already very fond of him.
No, this time, I fell in love with Sylvia, portreyed with grace and elegance by the lovely Rebecca Hall, who did a superb job, playing a complex, interesting woman.

I cannot wait now to rediscover the love for this story in the pages of its book, that I hope, brings the same pleasure as watching the series did.

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I believe in books

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I made a walk to my favourite library today, because I was feeling sad. I told you about it before, it’s a wonderful place where they sell books and movies nobody has heard about and tea.
I was searching for Never let me go. I didn’t find it. I have it on PDF, but I like reading books, better. Reading on your phone or iPad is different. You’re not so involved anymore.
I like to spend time there. It’s peaceful and there’s nice music playing in the background, and nobody bothers you. And I kept thinking, we speak of this world so much, name it hopeless. The pessimists. But how can we not believe in a world where books are still so powerful? Think that right now, some kid is writing his next novel. Stories are being created, words are being put down on white. This is not a hopeless or forgotten world. Because if there’s one thing I believe in, that’s books. And literature. You have as many lives, as books you read. Maybe the readers will slowly go extinct, but I doubt it. The power of the written word is as strong as ever and no force on this earth can corrupt it.

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Learning time: Life of Pi

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I have just turnee home from the cinema and I am confused. I watched Life of Pi. I didn’t read the book before, as I should have, but the movie was utterly gorgeous. And very confusing. While I understand most allegories ( after searching for meaning on the Internet and long debating with my friend ) I am quite sure half of the movie’s meanings are still an enigma to me.
Life of Pi is a movie that needs to be seen twice, maybe even three times to be completely understood. Happily, it’s a story that leaves everybody to draw their own conclusion. Happily, or sadly, because it became more of a torture to me.
I gather that the Animal story as well as the human story represent the faces of religion. If you are ready to embrace the fantastic story, the miracles, with its good and bad, the faith and the unbelievable, or if you like to rather settle for a more realistic view, a rational explanation.
The movie itself is a visual masterpiece, and a journey which will definitely make you question a lot of things.
Which is what I love most. Leaving the cinema, thinking…

Now, that is one thing I couldn’t have done! That is a way of putting things!

“Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.”

~ Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things

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Learning time: The Angel’s game

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Right now, two minutes ago I have finished The Angel’s game by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. Man, that is some work. I can’t even express what this book did to me.
What do you mean you’ve never heard of it??
This is one of the best pieces of art I’ve ever laid hands on. Seriously. The story .. It just feels real. I’m smiling between tears because I’ve lost a friend I have been in love with for over 400 pages, just as I am happy that I can turn to those 400 pages any day and live his adventure all over again. If you haven’t read it yet do so immediately. It will change your life, I promise you. I envy you the thrill that you will discover in the story.
Because to me it’s not even just a book anymore. It became a friend, a fortune, a bliss.

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Freaky facts

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Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846. 
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.
The names Lincoln and Kennedy each contain seven letters. 
Both were particularly concerned with civil rights. 
Both wives lost a son while living in the White House.
Both Presidents were shot on a Friday. 
Both were shot behind the head.
Here is an interesting one… 
Lincoln’s secretary was named Kennedy. 
Kennedy’s secretary was named Lincoln.
Both were assassinated by Southerners. 
Both were succeeded by Southerners.
Both successors were named Johnson. 
Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808. 
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.
John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln was born in 1839. 
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy was born in 1939.
Both assassins were known by their three names. 
Both names are made of fifteen letters.
Mr. Booth shot Lincoln in a Theatre called “Ford”. 
Lee Harvey Oswald, shot Kennedy in a car called “Ford” Lincoln.
Booth ran from a theater and was caught in a warehouse. 
Oswald ran from a warehouse and was caught in a theater.
Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

How about that?
taken from here

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