Weird Dream #2

So last night I dreamed a very weird thing again. It was about a baby, well, a clone baby to be exact.

Here we go.

I was a young girl, there was a boy too, and a woman in her 30s. So I was with this boy, fell in love, and I don't know exactly what happened, but I think this boy is just possessed. Long short story, I was pregnant. Oh yes, the woman in her 30s is, well I don't know who is she but I think she is this boy's mother which means my mom in law.

So this woman is having a little mental issue, in some times, she could act abruptly wild. So the boy is nowhere to be seen. So I went to the temple with my mom in law in order to find my boy. But because of her mental issue, I was afraid to meet her again. But she yearned for me too much. So when I was 8 old month pregnant, she came to me and hug me tightly. Too tight till I cannot help but kicked her till she passed out. And I passed out too then. After wake up I cant find this woman and my helper told me, this baby came out from my fcking mouth. (i know it is so weird, so fcking extreme).

She told me that this baby came out while I was in 8 month pregnancy, so we can say it "premature".

I was so sad but happy because at least this baby still alive. So I treated her with love and kindly.

But suddenly, I found her so strange. Well, it was good playing with her till night came. She slept on me while hugging me so tight. And the next day, I felt sooo heavy. And found that baby, who slept ln me, grew a little bigger. You know a baby usually get a noticable bigger at leas in 1 month. But not with her. She grew bigger in just a day. She grew into a 10 months old baby girl.

Of course I found it strange. So I tried talking to her but she act nothing but cute
But her laughs so weird till I prayed and spit on her. Yes, I spat on her. Then her face changed. She was so mad that I did it. And then she laughed like a mature woman, and ripped her skin just like ripping a christmas present. And ta da. I dont really remember who it was. I think she was a demon. And here the weird part too, I suddenly watched a music video. There is selena gomez and I dont know the other artist but she didnt sing any of her song. It was other's song, and I cannot remember :(

Weird. Isn't it.
And I dont know about the baby.

Done. Bye.

Weird Dream #1

Tuesday, July 18th, 2017; 7.30 P.M

I was half asleep so I decide to sleep that time. I prayed as usual then closed my eyes. A slight dream came up. I went to some vacation, I don't know where, even the country is unknown. What I know is there is a lot of rice fields, roads with clear skies... I don't remember I saw a mountain. Then, strange things happened, in that dream. I don't know what, I forgot because mom woke me up when she turned the lights on. When she went off, I get back to sleep again. And also,  that dream.

I was in the car waiting for, I don't know what for. My younger sister sat beside me, and then this giant, passed by. You know a giant in that "Clash of Clan"? Yes, that giant..

But he is nice though. But still, have to be killed. Because I remember someone saying, he is gonna change into something really terrible. then lots of people are chasing him, running. The giant passed by our car. I was afraid because my younger brother is outside. So, I tried to find him no matter what. But because I can't leave my younger sister, I took her. We searched in the area, it looks like a gasoline stop, with a normal you know a public-hand-wash area..

I suddenly shocked because I saw a giant there, washing his face. The giant isn't to tall. Maybe just 2.5 meters tall, with yea, big built body. We then continue our walking but he stopped me. He, the giant. He was nice, and with his smile, I smiled too. I know this is sounds cheesy but that was what I dreamed ok. The giant followed me to find my brother. We then get into a store, but none was there. The sun was finally off. Then he changed. Not too scary, but I know he could kill me. It was like, when the night comes you forgot who is your loved one just like Chopper in One Piece when he changed to Brain Point monster, yea something like that idk.. the point is, that giant will probably killed everyone he sees when the night comes. So I hid with my sister hoping my brother would be okay. I saw his feet moving all along the way. The sounds of his moving just too scary.

He finally went to somewhere, I dont know but the store is pretty big. So I ran with my sister to outside. But, I saw the sun shines so bright. And my brother ran into us. Saying we gotta hurry before the giant found us. So yeah, we did. Strange. That is why it is called dream.

Then, I was at vacation house. With my sister and brother, mother and father of course. Then mom said she is gonna have some fun with my brother so the rest is at home. I remember it clearly, it was noon, 12 p.m maybe. I decide to have fun too with my sister. Long short story, when we are going home, well, we took a train, a commuter line, to be exact. Just like Indonesia had. Then the train stopped at....I dont know where but the area looks like manggarai but upgraded version? lol. I dont know. It was like a combination of manggarai and jatinegara station. So yeah. When we stopped, some people came up to the train yelling something I can't recall.. it was so so so weird. I don't know why but I get off the train because I am sure this train is weird. But then, I am right. I dont remember my sister. That is why when I looked at a girl beside me who is actually my sister, I didnt know her. I did not recognize her(this is me thinking when I woke up and realizing my dream is too weird) I just get off then, to a mini market for a cold drink but I got nothing, I searched for a cold dring, well the store had about 4 or 5 fridge. But the cold drinks are already bought. I found something but it was small that cant meet my satisfaction of cold drink, u know what i mean.. So I then searched until I found a weird lookinng orange juice then searched for a normal cold drink again but the rest are just so so because the worker just put them in not a long ago. I was going to pay then, I suddenly wonder why the juice are changed into an orange liquid in a small plastic. So I asked the cashier if I can get any cold drink and he said, "you can make them in the corner. there is ice cubes available" while pointing my orange liquid in the plastic thing. So the liquid turns out to be a formula. It was like a syrup you know. Just a little of it, add water and ice cubes then done. But the weird thing is I also make my food. then after all those long tiring efforts to find cold drink but turns out to be making a meal, I realized, it was so dark outside. I wondered what time it is and I found 3 phones. one is mine, one is my mom's (idk why the hell it was there) one is, i dont know whose this. I turned on my phone and saw many people called me. But I just so confused like, the last time I texted my dad was at 3 P.M saying we are going home then, the train is only took 30 minutes back then. But when we going back and then I happened to buy a cold drink but making a meal, I looked at the clock ridiculously. 11 P.M. seriously?

then my mom's phone rang. or that was I thought. I searched for it, when I found it, nothing. But I do hear that rings. That is when I got up. You might think I woke up in the morning, nope. I woke up, at 11 P.M.

Then I hear that ringtone. But after a long searching out of curiousity, it turns out to be my fan. my fan, I dont know.... it sounds just like the ringtone i heard when it moves....

but still, i was scared with that train part. because there is people suddenly got in, yelled, then got off. I think someone just killed in the front part but not sure.

I honestly do have some weird dreams. But I think I'll write it out here so it becomes my permanent memory.
that was my strange dream today.

BOOKs REVIEW

holaaa :)
happy august to you guys!!
today i wanna post some books reviews. meskipun review nya biasa aja. etsss, ini blog pribadi jadi ini menurut opini gue ajaaa ^^

BOOK NUMBER 1

 HEX HALL - DEMON GLASS

sebenernya ini buku udah lamaaaaaaaaaaa bgt. yang baru aja udah keluar hiks :" telat bgt ya. whatever lah. buku hex hall itu bisa dibilang "gue bgt" why? karena genre nya yang roman-fantasy. epic bgt jalan ceritanya dan enjoy to read, (readable). untuk tata bahasa well, karena ini terjemahan jadi cukup bagus lah. kalo gue sih gampang ngertinya. lol

SECOND BOOK

SHIMMER

SHIMMER ini salah satu english novel gue hehe yaaa bukannya sombong tp i love learning english through novels ^^ bagus sih, buku ini mengisahkan seorang gadis yang mati trus dia ke dunia lain tapi didunia lain itu ternyata dia juga harus bekerja. pekerjaannya yaitu narikin roh- roh manusia yang masih tersesat di bumi, bujuk mereka agar mereka mau "nyebrang". unik sih. tapi sayangnya, boring -_- awalnya "keren nih" tapi ujung- ujungnya "biasa aja". why? mungkin karena konflik nya kurang "dapet" soalnya, yaaa karna awa nya aja udah fantasy bgt, jadi gue mengharapkan lebih. ternyata konflik nya cuma ada gadis yang terperangkap di bumi dengan marahnya yang luar biasa dhsyat sampe roh- roh lain iut terperangkap ke dalam "gelembungnya". okelah, kalo konflik masih bisa di oke-in. tapi cara penyelesaian konflik nya kurang greget lah. tapi yaaa bintang 3 deh. hoho

THE LAST BUT NOT LEAST

THE STORY GIRL - Gadis Pendongeng

cerita dalam cerita. buku ini ada dua jilid. dan semua nya bagus- bagus. termasuk hasil terjemahan tapi mudah bgt dimengerti. unik juga sih, like  I said, cerita dalam cerita. seperti namanya, the story girl, buku ini mengisahkan serorang gadis yang doyan bercerita. sudut pandang nya itu apa ya, pertama kayanya. soalnya disini seorang anak laki- laki yang ke rumah masa kecil ayahnya terus ketemu si gadis pendongeng ini. nah terus dia kasih tau gadis pendongeng cerita apa aja, berarti sudut pandang orang pertama ya? :D yaaa intinya, ini readable juga, udah cukup sulit dicari karna ini buku udah lama bgt -_-

okeee sekian terimakasih. mau ngerjain tugas sekolah :|

BYEEEEEEEEE and thanks for reading. 

xoxox, dina :*

 

BINNORIE - a tale by joseph jacobs.

Once upon a time there were two king’s daughters lived in a bower near the bonny mill-dams of Binnorie. And Sir William came wooing the eldest and won her love and plighted troth with glove and with ring. But after a time he looked upon the youngest, with her cherry cheeks and golden hair, and his love grew towards her till he cared no longer for the eldest one. So she hated her sister for taking away Sir William’s love, and day by day her hate grew upon her, and she plotted and she planned how to get rid of her.
So one fine morning, fair and clear, she said to her sister, “Let us go and see our father’s boats come in at the bonny mill-stream of Binnorie.” So they went there hand in hand. And when they got to the river’s bank the youngest got upon a stone to watch for the coming of the boats. And her sister, coming behind her, caught her round the waist and dashed her into the rushing mill-stream of Binnorie.
“O sister, sister, reach me your hand!” she cried, as she floated away, “and you shall have half of all I’ve got or shall get.”
“No, sister, I’ll reach you no hand of mine, for I am the heir to all your land. Shame on me if I touch the hand that has come ‘twixt me and my own heart’s love.”
“O sister, O sister, then reach me your glove!” she cried, as she floated further away, “and you shall have your William again.”
“Sink on,” cried the cruel princess, “no hand or glove of mine you’ll touch. Sweet William will be all mine when you are sunk beneath the bonny mill-stream of Binnorie.” And she turned and went home to the king’s castle.
And the princess floated down the mill-stream, sometimes swimming and sometimes sinking, till she came near the mill. Now the miller’s daughter was cooking that day, and needed water for her cooking. And as she went to draw it from the stream, she saw something floating towards the mill-dam, and she called out, “Father! father! draw your dam. There’s something white–a merry maid or a milk-white swan– coming down the stream.” So the miller hastened to the dam and stopped the heavy cruel mill-wheels. And then they took out the princess and laid her on the bank.
Fair and beautiful she looked as she lay there. In her golden hair were pearls and precious stones; you could not see her waist for her golden girdle; and the golden fringe of her white dress came down over her lily feet. But she was drowned, drowned!
And as she lay there in her beauty a famous harper passed by the mill- dam of Binnorie, and saw her sweet pale face. And though he travelled on far away he never forgot that face, and after many days he came back to the bonny mill-stream of Binnorie. But then all he could find of her where they had put her to rest were her bones and her golden hair. So he made a harp out of her breast-bone and her hair, and travelled on up the hill from the mill-dam of Binnorie, till he came to the castle of the king her father.
That night they were all gathered in the castle hall to hear the great harper–king and queen, their daughter and son, Sir William and all their Court. And first the harper sang to his old harp, making them joy and be glad or sorrow and weep just as he liked. But while he sang he put the harp he had made that day on a stone in the hall. And presently it began to sing by itself, low and clear, and the harper stopped and all were hushed.
And this was what the harp sung:
“O yonder sits my father, the king,
Binnorie, O Binnorie;
And yonder sits my mother, the queen;
By the bonny mill-dams o’ Binnorie,
“And yonder stands my brother Hugh,
Binnorie, O Binnorie;
And by him, my William, false and true;
By the bonny mill-dams o’ Binnorie.”
Then they all wondered, and the harper told them how he had seen the princess lying drowned on the bank near the bonny mill-dams o’ Binnorie, and how he had afterwards made this harp out of her hair and breast-bone. Just then the harp began singing again, and this was what it sang out loud and clear:
“And there sits my sister who drowned me
By the bonny mill-dams o’ Binnorie.”
And the harp snapped and broke, and never sang more.

English 50 – Intro to Creative Writing: Exercises for Story Writers

Basic Theory:
    What is a short story? As soon as someone delivers a definition, some good writer will write a story that proves the theory wrong. About the only thing we can say for sure is that short stories are short and that they are written in what we call prose. Some attributes, however, seem to show up more often than not.
    Short stories

1. have a narrator; that is, someone tells the story;
2. have at least one character in them;
3. have some action occur (or perhaps fails to occur);
4. take place somewhere; that is, there is a setting for the action;
5. and someone either learns something or fails to learn something (theme).

With these five characteristics in mind, we can create an almost endless supply of exercises to help sharpen our techniques of story telling.
 
Narrative Voice
    Twenty or so years ago, voice was the "rite of passage" into a successful writing career. Young writers were told that they should write until they developed their voice. The way to do this was to simply write (and read) as much as possible, having others read your work and comment on it, until your voice became distinct from others. The evidence to support this theory was generally drawn from the body of work of successful writers. Everyone agreed that you could read a Hemingway story, for instance, without factual evidence that the story was written by Hemingway, and recognize it as his work because of his distinctive voice. Faulkner provided an even clearer example of this philosophy. In more recent years, the notion that one must discover a unique voice has become a secondary issue as any number of successful writers have demonstrated that they can write in more than one narrative voice.
    Nevertheless, a narrative voice that sounds like it could be anyone's voice or is bland and boring, or riddled with pointless clichés will fail to capture and hold the reader's attention. And a voice that is inconsistent will tend to confuse the reader about the narrator's attitude towards his/her characters and the story that is being told.
NOTE: It is quite common for writers in the early stages of their careers to imitate the writers they are reading or admire most. Often we are not even aware that we are doing this when we write.

1. Locate a relatively long descriptive passage in a short story or novel that you enjoy, and write a blatant imitation. Follow the sentence structure and syntax word for word. Do this exercise for as many different writers as you can. You should write at least 250 words each time you do this exercise.
2. Use a text like Best American Short Stories, containing about 20 stories from as many writers, and write imitations of the first page of each short story in the text.
3. Write a complete short story in imitation of your favorite writer from each major historical period for the past three centuries. (Note: you can change the subject matter, sex of the main character, and other such details and still write an imitation.)
4. Locate a writer whose work you do NOT particularly care for and write a parody of the story.

Point of View     Language is always uttered from some point of view; that is, it comes from someone. Scientific writers and legal writers (lawyers, the court) may try to hide this fact by writing in a voice so passive that it begins to sound as if it were uttered from some completely impartial god outside of the human experience, but no one argues more passionately than those folks who write within these two areas.
    When writing a short story we use one of the following points of view:

1. Third Person Restricted: We recognize this from the pronouns "he" or "she." In this point of view, probably the most popular, and some would argue the most natural, all the action takes place in the presence of the character from whose point of view we learn the story. If we are taken "inside the head" of a character, it is only within this character's head. The narrator does NOT tell us what anyone else thinks or feels. This character may or may NOT be the main character of the story.
2. First Person: We recognize this from the pronoun "I." Like third person restricted, all of the action takes place within this character's presence, and we learn only his/her thoughts and feelings in any kind of direct fashion.
3. Omniscient: As the word implies, this is a god-like point of view. The narrator freely moves from one character's perspective to another. This point of view was far more popular in previous centuries than it has been in the current one, reflecting both the tastes of authors and the reading public. Using this point of view within a short story is very difficult to pull off with any success because of the space restrictions. It takes time to develop more than one character's point of view.
4. Second Person: We recognize this from the pronoun "you." This point of view is rarely used except in some experimental writing. Literally "you" means the reader, and a story told from this point of view can quickly become tiresome. Authors often, however, slip into the highly vernacular syntactical structure of using the pronoun in a casual manner—I kind of "you know what I mean" statement—because the language used to tell stories is more often than not colloquial.
5. Pure Dramatization: This really isn't a "point of view" but occasionally a writer will produce a story that is very close to a play. That is, we receive almost all dialogue and very little narration, which usually seems little more than stage direction. Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants" is about as close to this as any successful short story trying to accomplish this technique.

Exercise: Take any story you have written and rewrite it from a different point of view. If you originally wrote the story in first person, try it in third person restricted. You'll discover that you need to do more than simply changing the pronoun.  You should find that it is easier to be more objective about a character you are rendering in third person. If you've written a story in third person, try it in first. This can be an especially fruitful exercise if you've had trouble making the character sympathetic.
A wonderful example of the use of point of view in a novel is F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby. Most casual readers remember this novel as a third person novel, but it is actually told from the first person point of view. We learn everything from Nick's perspective, Gatsby's neighbor.
As a variation on the exercise, you can take someone else's published story and render passages, especially paragraphs of narrative of at least a half page in length in a point of view other than that which the author used. Once again, watch what happens to the language as you change the point of view. What is it you need to add, take away? How does this change affect the emotional relationship the reader develops with the character.
 
The T.S. Eliot/John Gardner Killer Exercise: This exercise is quite possibly the most difficult, demanding and important exercise a writer can ever do. The poet and critic, T. S. Eliot, coined the phrase "objective correlative" to designate what he believed was the most important element in writing: Rendering the description of an object so that the emotional state of the character from whose point of view we receive the description is revealed WITHOUT ever telling the reader what that emotional state is or what has motivated it.
The late John Gardner, recognized in his lifetime as the leading creative writing teacher in the United States, developed the following exercise for students:
    A middle-age man is waiting at a bus stop. He has just learned that his son has died violently. Describe the setting from the man's point of view WITHOUT telling your reader what has happened. How will the street look to this man? What are the sounds? Odors? Colors? That this man will notice? What will his clothes feel like? Write a 250 word description.