dear daisy,
the story of blue stone brought me to the memory of the sea of flames - the story of a diamond in anthony doerr's novel - all the light that we cannot see.
set in the world war II, it was a remarkable love story - and journey of two youngsters in an intertwined fate.
the first book i read from jules varne was journey to the center of the earth, followed by 20,000 leagues under the sea. i loved captain nemo, the same way i felt about mr. darcy from the pride and prejudice. sometimes i wonder why i am drawn into such character, to find charms in chaos, and finding something beautiful in madness. i feel that my life is no stranger than the fictions, an unoriginal as if being copied from once - only one week top seller at barnes and nobles.
i went to the national zoo yesterday but i felt sad looking at those animals avoiding facial interactions with human. even the elephant turned himself back and looking at the empty wall as if being pissed with the presence of throngs of human. technically, those animals hated my presence too. i had becoming one of those idiots.
talking about idiocy, when donald trump's son said that his father will ensure him to get the best education from blue collar with doctorate in common sense - i felt was -- yeah, really that stupid?? but when a caucasian friend in africa texted that it was funny when people in her area that she works think of her as albino, it actually scared the hell out of me that she actually could be killed..for being an unicorn.
it was the time that i realise that this girl had no sufficient general knowledge about the killing of albinos in africa
the story of blue stone brought me to the memory of the sea of flames - the story of a diamond in anthony doerr's novel - all the light that we cannot see.
set in the world war II, it was a remarkable love story - and journey of two youngsters in an intertwined fate.
the first book i read from jules varne was journey to the center of the earth, followed by 20,000 leagues under the sea. i loved captain nemo, the same way i felt about mr. darcy from the pride and prejudice. sometimes i wonder why i am drawn into such character, to find charms in chaos, and finding something beautiful in madness. i feel that my life is no stranger than the fictions, an unoriginal as if being copied from once - only one week top seller at barnes and nobles.
i went to the national zoo yesterday but i felt sad looking at those animals avoiding facial interactions with human. even the elephant turned himself back and looking at the empty wall as if being pissed with the presence of throngs of human. technically, those animals hated my presence too. i had becoming one of those idiots.
talking about idiocy, when donald trump's son said that his father will ensure him to get the best education from blue collar with doctorate in common sense - i felt was -- yeah, really that stupid?? but when a caucasian friend in africa texted that it was funny when people in her area that she works think of her as albino, it actually scared the hell out of me that she actually could be killed..for being an unicorn.
it was the time that i realise that this girl had no sufficient general knowledge about the killing of albinos in africa
the hope diamond - which reminds me of the sea of flames -
