Saturday, August 30, 2008

the book's here...!

Yep, the one that i won several mnths ago..hehe..

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Alert: Blog Abuse!

I am guilty. Terribly so.

I have not posted anything blog-worthy for like weeks. I just used my twin for keeping track of the books that I have read. I know. I am such a bad blogger.

Anyway, I really can't promise more posts in the near future. See, blogging away from home is sort of expensive. Haha. Ü But I'll promise that I'll write more substantial posts in the coming days. ÜÜ

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Now, that is something.

All of the dashboards of all of my blogs have changed over the week.

Nice change. Nice look. Ü

oh, and 34 books already. I am going to post the titles next morning!

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Anniversary post

4 months to the day that i started this blog. haha. It's just sad that I can't update more often...been busy, I guess.

I just want to thank Blogger for housing my twin all this time. Haha. For providing her home and the works of the like.

I believe it is high time to make friends. Haha! ÜÜ

Friday, August 8, 2008

32 books in 4-and-so months

Yay! If I keep this 'streak', I might be able to finish the hundred books. hehe. ÜÜ

Monday, August 4, 2008

I remember.

I remember afternoons in our first house, filled with childish play and dodging the “authorities” who were telling me to go to sleep instead. I remember the scent of the living room, the coolness of the terrace around midday where one could just relax without a care in the world.

I remember the first move. The new house, unfinished yet brimming with promises. I remember the various changes that were made to maximize the space. I remember the new kitchen being constructed. The continuous pounding in the roof and floor making my head ache. I remember the dreams being dreamt and fulfilled within its extended walls. I was happy. I was sad. I missed the old ways. The family prayers that were said in the newly-tiled sala bonding us the way sunday-night-outs never could.

I remember the packing. It was such a cruel world, I thought then. I remember the trucks taking all of our things away. I remember walking slowly, knowing that it would be the last time.

I remember the new house. I remember the first storm. The second floor was flooded, the first, quite dry. I remember sleeping in the only bedroom in the third floor. Mornings were cold, nights were full of bugs attracted to the light. I enjoyed the solitude. I remember being up there, in the “tower”, reading to my heart’s content. The calls of “Dinner!” went unheard until someone goes up the stairs. I loved my new home. I am longing to go back to the one I left.

I remember my ultimate move. To a dorm, 4 or so hours away. I remember choosing which clothes to bring or to leave behind. There were so many bags, so many things to carry, yet I know I am leaving a half of myself. I remember being the last one to turn to bed that night. Casting the house a look and trying to take it all in, wanting to cast the image of a friendly place in my mind.

I remember the adjustment. I remember the tears, can still taste them. I remember being okay. I remember being not.

I remember so many things. So many houses have withered, so many homes were left. The only piece of feeling connects all these. DISLOCATION, heightened by this post, by the way I am remembering the old places now.

I must get away from the memories. This is not the time for them.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Angels and Demons

I can't write a really nice review about the book. The only thing that I want to say is: I think Angels and Demons surpassed the The Da Vinci Code.
The book is masterfully created. (I may have said this for any other book but...) This one is unputdownable. It kept me at following Robert Langdon with more vigour than I did in his second adventure. The pacing was such that I can't afford to just leave the book and do anything else...I must get to the end.
Dan Brown, once again, proved his prowess.
All in all: /go figureÜ/ Impressive, great, breath-taking, will get you offguard.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Ciento Freshientong Isko Ako (UP Life)

Passing the UPCAT is one thing. Living up to the title, "Iskolar ng Bayan" is another (and I dont just mean the acads).

I have learned that some things are happenig because we, ourselves, let them happen. I have realized that I could make a change. I have seen that I should not wait until there are more of us who are willing to make a move.

With all of this, I have finally decided to stand up and fight for what I believe in.