I really shall not gift upon it the name 'theory' but this quickpost is not a time for semantics.
My theory is that we have areas in our lives that we are concerned with, and exert much control over, causing us to neglect other areas of our lives. In economic terms, it is kinda like a trade-off. But here is what it entails: Because of the past 2 weeks of busyness at Cancun and a emotional rollercoaster after (there were highs, there were lows), I've been losing control over a typical routine in my life, like sleeping at odd timings, and been kinda just drifting through life.
As if the slowness and lepak-ness will somehow make up for the madness that was the last 3 weeks, and perhaps more, extending way back to promos- PW- pre-trip preparations period.
Sample:
Sleeping from 5-7.30pm
Waking up to bathe, eat, tinker around the computer for abit, before sleeping again
Waking up due to restlessness, peering into the refrigerator to look for something remotely appetizing at 5am in the morning. Settling on apple pie cookies Mel has kindly offered as part of her fatten-Yiying-up-like-a-stuffed-turkey-at-Christmas package. (Applesauce, poptarts, cornbread muffins, seriously Mel tsang?!)
Returning to sleep, waking up at 8.30am.
I'm such a pig/ sloth/ (insert animal here)
THE LIST
Study for SATS
History H3
KI IS
Read read read to make up for the projected lack in the upcoming year
Btw, Never Let Me Go ain't fantastic. The director took the storyline too literally, almost till the point where scenes appeared to be shot straight from the novel and pieced together afterward. A pity with great child actors and the thought given to the colour palette of the costume and English countryside which I feel translated the fuzz of childhood memories, as well as the beauty in bleakness from the novel very well.
After reading 3 books from Kazuo Ishiguro, I can safely say I know his style well enough to move on. I think maybe I should read authors by the threes, mechanical as it sounds so that I don't make sweeping statements since I will probably identify a common style underlining them all.
For Ishiguro, I began to dislike his dubious conclusions which I find to be too traditional for my liking; conventional in its conflict-climax-resolution elements in which resolution tends to be an all-revelatory conversation between relevant parties as with When We Were Orphans and Never Let Me Go. Fortunately, The Remains of The Day dispelled all disappointment in his conclusions as it ended as gently as it started, the very rational and reflective tone of the persona a constant throughout.
When We Were Orphans was probably his most eventful book, naturally, with characteristics of the typical detective novel. Still, it never escapes from the silent observations the characters in his novels always seem to make from afar. The flow of the novels also always almost occur through the reflection of the protagonist.
-(event A)-
- But I suppose before I launch into this, I shall have to tell you about (insert event B)-
- Now you know what I mean when I say this about (event A)
I find it too clinical and abstract. The characters never seem to be living beings one can identify with, but more of writers musing in their autobiographies during their retirement.
I realize I sound too critical but the fact that I've gone through 3 books does show that I've derived some enjoyment from reading his books. They are fairly straightforward and very classic, especially because of the quietest of details in the settings drawn out.
They're the sort of books I imagine one read while sipping Earl Grey tea on the lawn, idealistic as it may be.
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