"
Breathe, keep breathing. Don't lose your nerve" -
Radiohead



Page 208: Book Sniffer

/ Thursday, February 28, 2013 /
Are you a book sniffer? I mean, literally. Do you take a break when reading a book just to smell the papers? Close your eyes for a while and just breathe in between pages? Well, I do, especially with old books. It’s kind of hard to explain, but just…comforting.

I think this is the reason why I have lotsa ebooks in my laptop but only read some of them. Haha.

Anyway, I just finished Kafka on The Shore by Murakami. And o boy, it’s goooooood. He’s such a great writer. He combined different topics and threw it inside the plot in an elegant way. From fate, identity, metaphysics, sexuality, to music and you won’t get lost and confused why he’d put it in that book. It’s like he’s a great fashion designer that sewn different materials and patterns yet still looks good.

See? Murakami understands that kinda feeling.
Read it people! And let’s fall in love with Oshima. :p. Oh, you should read Homunculus too. It's good :)


That’s a rare old book from my friend, dinda. 800 pages of fairy tales with an illustration for each story. I love to smell it sometimes. And no, you cannot borrow it, only read it in a place where I can see you. :p

Page 207: These are not My Words

/ Sunday, February 24, 2013 /
It feels good when you suddenly hear some good words. Since my last post, I found some sentences that I considered as nice, wise even. Not all of them have connection with what I felt at that moment, or directly dedicated to me, but somehow they’re stuck in my head lately.




Page 206: Storehouse

/ /
Last night I dreamt,

I found an enormous storehouse. I had the key in my hand. I opened it and saw things in it.
[Filled up every inch, humidity strokes my lungs]
Familiar things…flooded my brain with faces, names, places, and memories.
But then I realized those things aren't mine.

So I moved them outside. 

A second after I woke up, I remembered a line in a poem I read a few months ago:
“Maybe things that I thought belonged to me, weren't never really been mine after all”

“Shit...” I murmured. 

image: salvador dali - the dream


Page 205: The Fall

/ Wednesday, February 13, 2013 /
“Googly Googly Googly Go Away” 

Vast desert, full of orange sand.
The blue city.
Butterfly reef and swimming with the elephant.
Amazing adventures.
Whimsical story that can help you cope with your own sadness. Your own disaster.
Mesmerizing scenery.
Those slow motions. Those beautiful colorful-black-white-in between scenes.

If The Fall were a man, he is definitely a person whom I want to spend the rest of my life with. Someone that can make me smile every day, share stories, compromise with his flaws because he compromises with mine as well, although I know him very well and probably can predict his movements, the way he thinking. Someone that can make me laugh with his jokes most of the times even some people might think that he has weird sense of humor. He’s smart in a stupid and silly way, realize that intelligence is important but not everything and knowledge means he knows things that probably unfamiliar for some people but keep his feet on the ground. He’s kind but has the dark side just like everybody else. He understands that sadness will always be part of life. He’s logical but also aware that we can always read or watch fantasy stories where unicorns, hippogriffs, dragons and warriors exist when everything in real world consume our energies too much. And of course I can talk about books, music, movies, interesting theories from sci-fi movie/ TV series like Fringe or Ancient Aliens, cryptozoology and aliens with him.








I watched this movie for the very first time in 2008. After I watched Twilight with my cousin and laughed like a pair of lunatics because that movie was beyond imbecility. Haha. Five years later, here I am, watching The Fall when I have a bad day, smiling for each scene that spreads warmth in my heart, never get bored.

So Tarsem  my dear, thank you for made this movie.
:)

And i love you Catincaaaaaaa!!!



Page 204: Sometimes... Part 20

/ Tuesday, February 12, 2013 /
Sometimes, we are the ones who complicate things.

And o boy, 500 Days of Summer can give you some pretty nice examples:

Tom: It’s off 
McKenzie: What? 
Tom: Me and Summer 
Paul: Was it ever on? 
Tom: No, but it could’ve been in a world where good things happen to me 
Paul: Yeah, well, that’s not really where we live 


Paul: You could just ask her out 
Tom: Don’t be stupid. 


Hahahaha.

Page 203: I Know…I Know...

/ Tuesday, February 5, 2013 /
Rachel Hansen: Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate.
(in my case, of course it’s a “he”, and we can replace “your soul mate” with “prospective boyfriend”)

And I know that it’s true when one of my best friends told me that, “with you, it’s always because of books and music.”

And I know that somehow, it’s kinda shallow to have a crush on someone based on his/her choice of books or music.

Still,
If I remember that day when we had that no-longer-than-five-minutes convo about that band, and the other day when I was sneaking up a bit to look at your book collection, my mind will start to ask me “what if…?”

And man, the way you laugh… Sheeessshh.

Yes, I know, I know, I have to stop this madness. I have no chance what-so-ever, though.
And I will, eventually. 
I think...

“There are many things that I would 
Like to say to you 
But I don't know how” 

Oasis – Wonderwall 


Blargh, what a cheesy post! Haha

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