Fragments of Aria

Hey peeps. I suppose it has been awhile hasn't it? My college life has begun once again, say buhbye to first semester break and aloha to second semester. Though technically it has only been the third day since it began so can't say I've been that busy really. That was just me and my plain excuse as a procrastinator ;) The first day was surprising normal. All of us were just being ourselves -- socially awkward regardless of sex. Our lecturer for the first class, which was Programming by the way, was late so all of us just stood outside the lab and awkwardly interacting with another while some congratulated me for my last semester exam's result. Thank you guys :) Couldn't have done it without those awesome people on my side! Going party  together, study together in the library and even skype call to study hahaha Never felt like I really belong somewhere before. I guess that's one of the good things of having small people in a course. Then we met some

Where it ended ( Part I ). That seemed more than just a rendezvous; It was a tryst. That seemed more than just friendship; It was love. That seemed more than just the beginning; It was an ending. She sat on the deserted bench almost impatiently in the outskirts of town and her harebell-coloured dress looked as if it was damped by the dewdrops after the small town of Newbury had to endure quite the storm for a few days, but for Anneliese Alden it was longer than just mere few days. She had to stay inside her room and to remain only within the radius of the family manor against her own will. Then she was left in despair seeing the weather did not permit her – or anyone else for that matter – to take even a step outside. Socializing was momentarily aborted for the people there and hence, a ball was to be held in the town’s hall as a means to recompense for the lack of interactions and dancing. As the sky gradually began to show signs of clearing from the unending rain

Bonjour again everyone. :) As usual there was nothing particularly interesting or out-of-the ordinary happened in the past few days or after my previous post. Just kept myself busy doing well, things, sadly, writing was not a part of them. Speaking of which, the book I'm reading (Lady of the Rivers) has been fairly good so far, a bit slow but good and now I'm scared to finish it off because that will only mean I no longer have any book to read, that is why I've decided to take it slow. I continue reading it and sometimes, watch some series like the recent one that I've watched, another splendid BBC mini-series, an adaption of the Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens starred Claire Foy and our very own Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy (Pride & Prejudice, 2005) -- Matthew Macfadyen . The character Arthur Clenham in Little Dorrit was the exact opposite of his role as Mr. Darcy. What a total coincidental contradiction indeed! The series touched me so as though I was on a rol

I can't remember the last time I held a new book in my hands. Oh wait, I do. It was Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, but of course you would know who, it was after all one of the famous works in history. I wanted to try a book of a different genre but it seems I just.. can't. I'm so in love with history-- I mean, the fiction kind and European . I was gonna go for something magic-ish or crime/detective sorts, alas, it was not to be, instead, I bought another Historical Fiction (15th Century), Medieval, Romance book. It's the third instalment for the Cousins' War trilogy by Philippa Gregory who have written a lot of historical fiction books. I sure hope it would be as good as the previous books and can match up my expectations as well as be one of my favourite historical fictions so far, next to The Painted Lady by Maeve Haran.  Jacquetta, daughter of the Count of Luxembourg and kinswoman to half the royalty of Europe, was married to the great Engl