4.13.2011

Oh nails~

I looked at my fingernails and thought to myself, "no real woman would have such shabby nails."

That is why maybe, I don't feel comfortable, or feel amazed when someone calls me a woman, and most of the time I still prefer to be called a girl. :)

nice nails. I wish I have those.. ;)

4.09.2011

Never let Me Go

Just yesterday, I finished reading the book (or e-book) Never Let Me Go of Kazuo Ishiguro. That is why maybe I missed my blog all of a sudden.

One version of Book cover. There are like 3, I guess
The book was good. Aside from the unique story, offering some sort Utopian beginning unfolding into more dystopian scenes through discoveries.

Well, what I love most especially from the book was how Mr. Ishiguro used first person point of view. I love books that are not highly technical. I love books which forget some things, but remember emotions. Sometimes, I am reminded with my own emotions as well, through books such as these.

The book NLMG, for me was like a friend relating to you how she feels. Her fears, mistakes and all sorts of emotions.

It was brilliant.

Another funny thing about the book, because it was written in British tone I learned some words, presented in British way. Words such as:

Daft-instead of stupid
Quiz-instead of interrogate
Rubbish


Yeah, those words were written a lot times throughout the story.

Here are a few lines I loved so much from the book. I haven’t listed everything, since I read from two different files: PDF at home and Word in the office.

I half-closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I'd ever
lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front
of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon
across the field, and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy, and he'd
wave, maybe even call.

I was talking to one of my donors a few days ago who was complaining about
how memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I
don't go along with that. The memories I value most, I don't see them ever
fading. I lost Ruth, then I lost Tommy, but I won't lose my memories of them.

“In my head, Kath, when I was running back, I always imagined I was splashing through water. Nothing deep, just up to the ankles at the most. That's what I used to imagine, every time. Splash, splash, splash.”

I hope to see the movie too.

A scene from the movie: Ruth, Kathy and Tommy