Tuesday, December 23, 2008
grammar
I was very particular about grammar right now.Before the stupid incident happens, I wouldn't take any notice on any grammatical error that i have made or how many bombastic words that I have interjected in a post of mine.I must admit I used to be proud of my usage of vocabulary.All the words that I have inserted in the post just jumped out in my mind, racing againts one another to be picked up and become the next BIG word in the story.After that, I wouldn't realise that my stories were not remarkable in the sense that all my grammars have gone awry.Everything seemed so wrong and what's right were only the arrays f bombastic words, which didn't make sense at all.
change of heart
Here I am again.I have just read change of heart, a book written by jodi picoult.She is a splendid author.She is undescribable.I can't really find a way to explain her piece of literary . I am mesmerised by her gripping and tought provoking story.This is the first book of her I have read. And,to be brutally honest, after reading a few chapters of it and now I am, praising her and for god sake, exaggerating her achievements.I was suppose to sit quietly in popular for the whole day without any thought of purchasing a book.There were a whole stack of storybooks lying in my room untouched.I have convinced myself to read the forlorned books first before i embark on any new books.Books were my escapade from the uncertainties of life.
When I was sad and crying the hell out of myself, I found solitude in those books.The stories I read were mostly sad, compelling and tragic wrought type.When I read them, I found that my life wasn't so bad after all.At least, I still have infinity love from my parents.I still have diligent siblings who I was envious yet proud of.Nevertheless, my sister and brother were well known for their outstanding performances in academic.People know me because of them.My siblings' success were the factors that drive me to study with unwavering tenacity and full concentration.How are we suppose to say if we have outstanding siblings and all we get are papers scribbled with red ink.
I came a bit overboard.All these are just way too far from the actual topic.
There I was, walking around and leafing through certain book without any interest in any of them.All those fiction were just so typical.They would either beintriguing yet a tad boring suspense bestseller or those chick lits congested with self deprecating heroine with happy ending.Frankly, have you ever read about the main female character in chick lit that has devastating ending?What we will read about was that they were either loved by good looking, affluent man with uncanny ability to make them laugh or theywould get over with their past problems.These told us all problems will come to an end one day, no matter how serious they are. Past will always be the past.
I read some of the books displayed at the bargain corner.One book that caught my attention was about a mother who have to face the choice between saving her daughter by allowing the donor to live or to abide to the law by punishing the donor that murdered her another daughter.This might get a tad common but when I read first few pages, I was gripped.Jodi Picoult has this superability to thread out such a mind boggling story.Once I read it, I just wanted to savour the whole book before i continue with my routine.So, I think, tonight, I will curl up at the corner of my bed, taking in every words carefully with sparkling enthusiasm until the very last page.
I guess I have to stop now.Bye.
When I was sad and crying the hell out of myself, I found solitude in those books.The stories I read were mostly sad, compelling and tragic wrought type.When I read them, I found that my life wasn't so bad after all.At least, I still have infinity love from my parents.I still have diligent siblings who I was envious yet proud of.Nevertheless, my sister and brother were well known for their outstanding performances in academic.People know me because of them.My siblings' success were the factors that drive me to study with unwavering tenacity and full concentration.How are we suppose to say if we have outstanding siblings and all we get are papers scribbled with red ink.
I came a bit overboard.All these are just way too far from the actual topic.
There I was, walking around and leafing through certain book without any interest in any of them.All those fiction were just so typical.They would either beintriguing yet a tad boring suspense bestseller or those chick lits congested with self deprecating heroine with happy ending.Frankly, have you ever read about the main female character in chick lit that has devastating ending?What we will read about was that they were either loved by good looking, affluent man with uncanny ability to make them laugh or theywould get over with their past problems.These told us all problems will come to an end one day, no matter how serious they are. Past will always be the past.
I read some of the books displayed at the bargain corner.One book that caught my attention was about a mother who have to face the choice between saving her daughter by allowing the donor to live or to abide to the law by punishing the donor that murdered her another daughter.This might get a tad common but when I read first few pages, I was gripped.Jodi Picoult has this superability to thread out such a mind boggling story.Once I read it, I just wanted to savour the whole book before i continue with my routine.So, I think, tonight, I will curl up at the corner of my bed, taking in every words carefully with sparkling enthusiasm until the very last page.
I guess I have to stop now.Bye.
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