As I read The Da Vinci Code, I can't help but think of another book.
Archangel by Robert Harris.
Fans of the Da Vinci Code, and History should read this. The latter was published in 1999. Its plot bears a stark resemblance - the old man died with his secrets, the academic trying to uncover them in time, with the police monitoring him closely.
Archangel is more deep, absorbing, and has a flowing storyline; In comparison, Da Vinci is very dynamic, with surprises at every corner. However the Da Vinci Code is very educational too - I had no idea what the Fibbonacci sequence? was prior to reading. Archangel makes a good candidate for History students interested about Russia during Stalin's rule.
Here's a gist of the book:
http://www.randomhouse.co.uk/features/harris/
I can't say Archangel is a better book than Da Vinci, because I'm not done with the latter yet.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Do not read.
I'm seeking a kindred spirit; (not the Chinese Drama 'Zhen Qing'!) or a friend that I could relate to in this world. Perhaps I should put an ad in the classifieds - 'FRIEND(s) WANTED'. One good friend is enough, but more ain't bad either.
About Friendster: Let me tell you straight, I'm not good at making friends, and if you want to be sore enemies for life, go ahead. I've tried my best - I'm not nice. U detest me; I detest you. Let's not speak to each other again, and be forever lost in the silence.
I can't type a testimonial for any of my new friends, because I don't suppose I know all of you well enough. And I guess the converse is true. I enjoy being a mysterious albeit disinteresting personality. I love being misunderstood.
I dare not provoke any more angry feelings. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid.
Image is very important, and so, I shall cancel my friendster acct. and bury myself in the shadows.
One good thing that came out of this:
I'm reading The Da Vinci Code, after coming across it in many friendster profiles.
Going for choir practise now.
About Friendster: Let me tell you straight, I'm not good at making friends, and if you want to be sore enemies for life, go ahead. I've tried my best - I'm not nice. U detest me; I detest you. Let's not speak to each other again, and be forever lost in the silence.
I can't type a testimonial for any of my new friends, because I don't suppose I know all of you well enough. And I guess the converse is true. I enjoy being a mysterious albeit disinteresting personality. I love being misunderstood.
I dare not provoke any more angry feelings. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid.
Image is very important, and so, I shall cancel my friendster acct. and bury myself in the shadows.
One good thing that came out of this:
I'm reading The Da Vinci Code, after coming across it in many friendster profiles.
Going for choir practise now.
Friday, October 08, 2004
A life of it's own.
This morning I woke up. Crisis stressors, telling me to study for 'Human Anatomy and Physiology' increased my heart rate, blood is routed to my brain. The Symphathetic Division of my Autonomic Nervous System (ANS) was facing an extremely stressful situation: Examination. My pupils dilate, allowing my eyes to see clearly in the morning light. I thought: I am so screwed. I struggled to read the 'Sliding Filament Theory' in the notes. (Shockingly true, it came out later. But I did not know how to draw the diagram.)
I spent yesterday afternoon daydreaming. This whole week, I abstained from watching Television (except TV-mobile) and music (Mozart!) was applied sparingly. I find myself talking to my mother as a past-time. She's always so busy with her work. But now, with the government cutting down on the number of civil servants, she is likely to face an early retirement next year (she's 47). I don't know why I am upset. Perhaps I will have a reduction of pocket money... My mother has always been very steadfast in her work. She is a workaholic. When she returns home at night, she still has to do the majority of housework.
Ok, I have digressed. But today, I'm suffering from lack of sleep. This morning, I grabbed my breakfast, drank two cups of green tea and headed for the bus-stop. I had to read my notes along the way (On the bus, on the MRT). I missed the Bedok station because I thought I had left my wallet on the train. I had to take the MRT back from Tanah Merah. Despite this blunder and against all odds, I made it... to... school.
The passing events became a blur mix of emotions.
In the evening, I sat alone at Shaw Towers' 'Burger King'. The waitress had mistakenly served me a large coke instead of a regular. Thus I found myself using up my free SMS. I msged sis, wondering how she was coping with O'Levels, and an old classmate of mine, whom I have lost contact with. The BK restaurant was also playing P98's chill-out hour, and the popular tunes. I was hooked on it, and they played Linkin Park's 'Numb'.
"All I want Is to be more like Me..."
I went to Tower Records before that, and they were playing a Marilyn Manson album. I felt the impulse to buy it because it makes me feel so... I don't know.
Tired la - what the hell.
I spent yesterday afternoon daydreaming. This whole week, I abstained from watching Television (except TV-mobile) and music (Mozart!) was applied sparingly. I find myself talking to my mother as a past-time. She's always so busy with her work. But now, with the government cutting down on the number of civil servants, she is likely to face an early retirement next year (she's 47). I don't know why I am upset. Perhaps I will have a reduction of pocket money... My mother has always been very steadfast in her work. She is a workaholic. When she returns home at night, she still has to do the majority of housework.
Ok, I have digressed. But today, I'm suffering from lack of sleep. This morning, I grabbed my breakfast, drank two cups of green tea and headed for the bus-stop. I had to read my notes along the way (On the bus, on the MRT). I missed the Bedok station because I thought I had left my wallet on the train. I had to take the MRT back from Tanah Merah. Despite this blunder and against all odds, I made it... to... school.
The passing events became a blur mix of emotions.
In the evening, I sat alone at Shaw Towers' 'Burger King'. The waitress had mistakenly served me a large coke instead of a regular. Thus I found myself using up my free SMS. I msged sis, wondering how she was coping with O'Levels, and an old classmate of mine, whom I have lost contact with. The BK restaurant was also playing P98's chill-out hour, and the popular tunes. I was hooked on it, and they played Linkin Park's 'Numb'.
"All I want Is to be more like Me..."
I went to Tower Records before that, and they were playing a Marilyn Manson album. I felt the impulse to buy it because it makes me feel so... I don't know.
Tired la - what the hell.
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