Agatha Christie

While opening my online TV series website, I stumbled upon a link to Poirot TV series. Apparently in 1989 till 1991, there was TV series dedicated to Poirot cases in Agatha Christie’s book. This reminds me of those old days when I was in the elementary school.

Living my childhood with four young adult sisters make me know a thing or two that not suitable for my age back then. I know lots of English songs that not suitable for a child (although I didn’t really understand what the lyrics means) and I read teenager's magazines. My sisters were (and I don’t think are) avid readers of Agatha Christie’s books, with Poirot, miss Marple, Tommy and Tuppence and other main characters as the detectives. I was taught to follow the examples of my sisters, and therefore, I refuse not to read Agatha Christie’s books as well. I love the books.

My sisters rarely (or never? I forget) bought those books. They usually borrowed it from the book shop that rented almost all types of fiction books, including comics. When I was old enough to buy my own book, and Gramedia (a popular book store in Indonesia) came to the city nearby, I started to build my own collection of novels, including Agatha Christies. My favourite books of her are “The Big Four” and “Ten Little Niggers” (also known as “And Then There Were None” or “Ten Little Indians”). Why? In The Big Four, Poirot got physical. He not just sat and used his "little grey cells" but really jumped to the scenes and made some surprise moves. The plot is also different from the other books because the villains were described case by case. Ten Little Niggers is the best of Agatha’s books, based on my opinion. It doesn’t have a detective for once, and the murders were done so meticulously that I was still mesmerized even days after reading it. Believe it or not, I couldn't even look at the cover of the book because it scared me (ha-ha).

It’s been years since I read Agatha’s book. It’s replaced by harry potter and those kind of novels. Seeing the Poirot TV series make me want to read the book again.

Oh well... maybe some other time, because now.... I scared more easily than when I was teenager.

Two thousand and NINE

Last year...

I was alone in my not-so-spacey container (or some might say "birdcage"). I couldn't barely stand. i couldn't eat anything for days.

This year...

I was surrounded by my beloved friends (which somewhat like a family now) in a room full of people and went home to a homey apartment. I performed my traditional dance on a stage to promote my culture and my country. I ate my stomach out in all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant.

Alhamdulillah...
Thank you GOD...
Thank you, my family...
Thank you, my friends...

Cheers for another year (insyaAllah)...




ps : this sounds like grammy acceptance speech... pfffft....

Weird Habit

Today I realize something about my preference of my study environment.

I cannot stand when people chat around me while I am studying. I tend to be distracted and then it makes me unfocused on my reading. Then, I put on my earphones and start to listen to some music. This apparently is not helping also for the reading. I tend to listen to the music rather than focusing to my reading. Then, I go to the library where everything is super quiet. This environment bores me to death. I get sleepy instantly.

Then I go to my faculty computer room where people are busy going here and there, the sound of keyboard clicking is constantly there, but no one near me chats distinctively. I start reading. I manage to finish one paper. I go back home where there is a construction going on not very far from here. I manage to finish another paper. I wonder why.

Apparently, I need noises. To be precise, I need constant noises. Meaningless constant noises. Silence kills me. People chats and wordy or melodic music distract me. But noises keep me awake but not enough to steal my attention.

So there... I formulate it, now all I need is to find this environment every time I need to focus.

Is there any construction mp3 on YouTube or on RapidShare or something?


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Never stop second guessing. Question herself all the time. Struggling to be patient
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