LIGHT AND PORTABLE

Newspapers and the scenery to keep you company

 

Passenger-friendly version becasue of its size

The different sections of Malaysia's New Straits Times



Stopovers after a long reading



Compare the size of the two papers which 
almost has the same name



This is Singapore's The Straits Times and
its various sections



Final destination and my reading is done

FROM WORD TO WORD

FROM PAGE TO PAGE

I will never fail grabbing and reading Malaysia's The New Straits Times on my wheel haunts across the causeway. In fact it will be my first purchase at the pump station besides The Stars. Several reasons for my love of it.

The tabloid version means I don't ruffle the pages while turning them over. I also don't tire my hands holding it up for a better angle reading through my progressive lens. Segmented compilation means I can pull out what I fancy reading straight away. Special reading for 'School Times' means I can apply and adopt some tips and materials for teaching resources.

There are other reasons too. The local agricultural news will add to my students' knowledge on food production. Plenty of coloured pages means not all news are bleak. A balance of news and write-ups on a host of topics means I am fully satiated from the highly adrenaline-pumped news to the simple lepak less demanding grey cells reading.

The paper costs RM1.20 for a whole load of news and articles and that means I can leaf from page to page for hours, alternating with time outs and soaking in the natural landscape that unfurls in front and along side me.

When will ours go tabloid?

THE UNFULFILLED LIFE

Came across Edgar Allan Poe's poem 'ALONE' recently and dwelled over what Poe was trying to reveal of himself. Poe's writings were best known for his tales of mystery and the twisted mind and macabre. Writing to earn a living was difficult for him, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.

In the poem, Poe was portraying himself as a lost soul, decaying and searching himself within him in a morose manner. Poe had alienated himself from the simple things in life which forced him to spiral into a deeper depression. His feelings were numbed and his eyes were blinded from the simple beauty in life. He plunged and threw himself into the world of darkness and found refuge and immunity from it. Where one would see the heavens or happiness, Poe still saw it dark and demonic in a personification way.

Coincidentally found a YouTube video about the poem.

ALONE From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As other saw; I cound not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone Then - in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still; From the torrent, or the fountain From the red cliff of the mountain From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by From the thunder and the storm And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view Edgar Allan Poe