Bohol

Currently Reading: The Poe Shadow by Matthew Pearl

I had a supah awesome 3-day vay-cay in Bohol with amazing friends. I wish to blog day by day, but blame it to laziness that this is all for now. Totally not in the mood to write.

I'm out...

A birthday blog long overdue

Ts still October anyway. Thanks to everyone for celebrating my birthday with me in one way or another. Despite the recent loss of my 4-month old digi cam during my birthday party at Lancaster Suites (dammit how my stuff always get lost!) and wishing that somehow some people are still present in my life... It had been a hella great celebration... Turning 23 was indeed worthy of a celebration, with the presence of God's unending guidance, of family, of new and old friendships and many many more. Thanks for all the gifts, too--you guys really know my taste hehe! Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Moving on, I'd like to share something from the book I last read, The Fifth Mountain by Paulo Coelho...

"All life's battles teach us something, even those we lose. When you grow up, you'll discover that you have defended lies, deceived yourself, or suffered for foolishness. If you're a good warrior, you will not blame yourself for this, but neither will you allow your mistakes to repeat themselves."

I look back at 23 years of my life. Some of it were things that I could not be proud of. Mistakes, yes. Yet in all of it that others may think shallow or foolish, ironically, were the phases that I found most meaning in my life. These moments are long gone. I sit here now, not knowing what else could be ahead. But stopping isn't an option. I'm down for it all.

Love of Literature

"A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne

Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.

But we by a love so much refin'd,
That ourselves know not what it is,
Inter-assured of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.

Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.

If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if the' other do.

And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end, where I begun.

I like how the metaphor of the compass was used to prove a love so strong...

Quick update

Unbelievable. I am eating pasta at this unholy hour. Can my eating habit get any worse?

Whatever, Xtel!

I woke up today feeling so sad. Then I went shopping. And so the day ended with much much happiness. Haha!