first book for 2k09

I made a resolution to start reading again and hopefully finish one each month for this year. It has been a long time, 2 years I guess, no make that 3, when I was very religious about reading books. When I became pregnant, I suddenly lost interest in reading books, and sometimes I wonder whether it has something to do with the fact that I gave birth to a boy. I know, it sounds silly but sometimes when you listen to what all the old folks are saying about pregnancy and the difference when you’re having a boy or a girl. Anyway, going back to reading, since I made this pact to go back and rekindle my love affair with reading, in the same way I’m rekindling my love affair with blogs, I decided its high time to finally read one of the books my husband gifted me with for my birthday back in 2007.



When I started reading this novel, somehow I recognized quite a few things that were put together in a novel I’ve read before. Places like Beaufort and South Carolina and the way the author described the laidback lifestyle of the people in the South (of U.S.). Then I realized I was reading a novel by Nicholas Sparks. This is not a review; I’ve yet to finish the book since I still have a number of chapters to finish. Although it could be said that Nicholas Spark’s novels are quite predictable - the plot, the setting and the life style of the characters, I found myself still drawn to this book. I found myself not minding reading past my bed time, promising myself that I’d just finish just one more chapter, only to say that again after I finish the current chapter I initially promised myself to be the last before catching up on some shut eye. While on the MRT earlier, where I was fortunate enough to get a seat during a rush hour, I hurriedly opened the book to where my book mark is and started reading. When I alighted from the train, I was trying to figure out what draws me to this book. And then I realized that it was how Mr. Sparks profiles his lead male character in the story. They’re the kind of men a woman would like to end up with – the kind that could engage a woman in a witty banter, who’d be interested in gazing at the stars on summer nights, who loves children and dogs, and most of all, the kind of man whose love is not dulled by the trivialities of the succeeding years, but is still as alive and exciting as the first days of falling in love – the kind that loves her woman more that her woman could ever reciprocate that love. And yes, that’s what makes me read his novels, knowing that a man wrote the book, means that a man could love that way.

resurrection

im thinking of bringing life back into this dusty, old blog. perhaps i will. just in order to monetize this blog since it already has a high hit history and is easily searchable - something that the web ads company are very particular of. anyway, lets see where this leads me.

*dusts off blog*

i've already set up my new home in cyberspace. i have been thinking all this time about starting a new blog where my i could write unabridge, without the need for riddles and all.

i have moved already btw, the lucky ones have already been invited. some of you will still receive invites later on, but forgive me as i still am very much busy now. btw, for some bit of good news, i just got promoted effective may 1st. ^_^

to all of you who have been with me eversince, who shared my ups and downs i will miss you all. my frequent commenters, thanks for sharing your thoughts with me. to all lurkers, maloka kayo kakahanap sa kin. hehehe oh and btw, one of the lurkers, was the one responsible for hacking my friendster account. well that would be all i think before i start a litany of gripes about being so popular. hehe asa pa.

thanks folks.

.:.MiRRoR of mY heArt.:.

We were merely people who work for the same company; she was a familiar face, mostly to be seen outside during fifteen minute breaks, indulging her cancer cells, while I, a reformed nicotine-dependent (ehem ehem six months na po! Bow), would simply go out to savor the company of friends who are still into the habit.

A new project launched by their department paved the way for a formal introduction. During the one-hour discussion, my shoulders shook violently with mirth as we shared funny stories here and there, of course in relation to the project at hand. We soon found out we had a lot of common friends, including a former agent of mine who is now very much busy with her new business, where she - my new friend, is a partner. I did consider their service, I still am. Then all of a sudden, while we were talking on the phone, she asked me a question I’ve been asking myself for sometime now. And I know she could sense how I’m feeling. She confirmed my thoughts without me having to utter a word. I know that she means well and that it would be right to listen to what she has to say. After all, her years have made her wise.

I then went to their pod to say goodbye for the day, when she showed a blog entry she wrote for me.

Ever After

No colored texts, no outlined stresses or phrases written out in bold.

Love is beauty in its utmost simplicity. So gentle in fact, that it comes with the softest of whispers. Yet so strong, that nothing can mar it. Not brute strength, not even sheer will. It is a fiery passion masked in feathery wisps of sighs. It is the caress of a breath against your neck, butterfly kisses against your cheek... sending shivers up your spine.

Laughter... and tears... but tears of pure happiness. How you would feel your chest tighten at the sight of real beauty.

It is the overwhelming urge to give, on your own terms, not yearning to be loved back... but being happy to simply be able to keep. It is gratitude for the bonus, that they would feel the same way.

It is the miracle that you share... everyday and every waking moment. Being attuned to each other's heartbeat as you are to the ticking of the clock.

Indescribable, determined, unweathered, strong. Love is constant.

It is a quiet knowing, that this lifetime will end... exactly as how we felt in the beginning.

(new friends are still friends... and if we can spare them from the hurt we will... but if they must, then we shall let them... for their stars will take them where their happiness has been decreed.)

honey 4/20

I was desperately trying to hold back my tears and when I finished her entry. And when I looked at her, I knew she understood completely, she just showed me a mirror of my heart. She didn’t say another word, she just smiled and we walked out of the room - I, to go home after a long tiring day, she on the other hand, to feed her cancer cells once again.

.:.RaNdoM thOuGhtS.:.

I have shunned away from the blogging circle for a while. Not that I have totally disappeared and have isolated myself from the blogging public, perhaps it will just be more apt to say that I have chosen to keep some things just to a selected few – yes, the bloggistas.

Warning: this entry may cause nausea to anyone who is very particular with sentence construction and political correctness. Hehe den you’re one of those peeps! Oh and so is aRiane. Makes me think of one of my high school friends – Julie, who happens to be the editor-in-chief of our paper back then, if ever she chance upon my page, she will probably kill me. Man my writing skills went down the drain.

So where have I really been for the past months? Well, there hasn’t been any addition to my routine it’s just that I sort of didn’t feel like blogging lately. I guess kicked in again. What I mean is my tendency to dislike something that has all of sudden becomes an “in” thing. I mentioned previously that I don’t like conforming. Really! I normally would go for something that not a lot of people are into. When I started blogging, very few are into it. Now, everyone seems to have a blog thru friendster and thru Y!360. Which reminds me, I need to change blog soon! why? I like the anonymity and now, well... well... i kinda have to get my mouth shut.

on the side, i thought i'll be extremely happy when this happens or it is actually happening. now, im not sure. someone told me it could be a classic case of cold feet and i hope that's just it. i hope she's right, otherwise i would hate myself forever for ignoring whatever it is that im feeling right now that tells me there is another way. im sorry, i know most of you do not understand what i am talking about and i have to say sorry again to you guys as i do not like to elaborate on that. as i have mentioned too many people are snooping on my blog (hehe its a sign im getting popular) even people who are gutsy enough to leave nasty messages but are a bunch of cowards hiding behind pseudonames!

well, i have my new blog set up. it'll just be a matter of time before i move to that new home. the lucky ones will be invited. hehe

sadly, i missed out on God's best.

.:.fiNaLLy, aN uPdaTe.:.

okay, let me first clarify one thing. im not the one holding alexis on the pic below, its her mom avi. clear peeps? hehe so for those of you who commented that she is blooming, ill tell her and im sure she'll appreciate it.

as for whats going on in my life. well, one thing's for sure - i was darn busy. but im having the time of my life. ^_^

the galera getaway with some of the solteras left me toasted, literally. some of the pix are in cHer's blog. check out my links na lang, im way too lazy to encrypt the url. likewise, you may check out her blog for the chronolgy of events for the galera getaway.

did they mention that all 3 of us: tin, me and cHer had the first day of our period the day we left for galera. oh yeah and that day marked the first time in my life that i ever used tampax. it was funny that when we got there, immediately right after unpacking our stuffs and the 2 gurls consuming a stick of ciggy, they went ahead and started giving me lessons on how to use such a thing. funny part is that when we were reading the insttructions, it says if you cant find the string, call a doctor. Theyie or 24 in the blogging circuit is a doctor and sadly she was not given permission by her dad to go since she was sick a couple of days prior to the 'gimik'. so we immediately sent her a text mesage saying she will have to go there if something of that sort happens. sorry to gross you out peeps.

for something funnier, we were at the height of our naughtiness, which i think would be the most appropriate term, when we decided to replicate what yen did when she went to a beach as well. i wasnt able to check out that pic, but according to tin and cher, they saw it. so we all got our fhm shot. hehe since my blog is i guess the smallest blog there is, i think i could post the pic. but may be some other time.

although we had a great time at the island, something unfortunate happened as well. you may check out tin's blog to find out what happened. it was something really tragic and i hope wont happen again. it actually bothers me that the said island is able to generate a lot income from the people who visit the place all-year-round but the local government would not even set up a hospital or a small clinic at that. there was a cheap attempt to make the tourists feel somewhat secure, as they now have this police station in the beach. the ironic part is that no one is inside. how did we know, coz the edifice is made of glass, so you see whats inside. and whats inside is just one table, an airconditioner and thats it. hopefully the local government could do something about it.

guess that would be all for now. ill try to visit your blogs soon. im just really pressed for time.