The Heart Leads Me Back

And there will never be a time sauntering around the house in a whopping shirt and curl up in my bed to read a book or watch scores of tv series on pirated dvds.

I can already feel school works rushing in, eating most of my time, leaving me stressed and strained.

But being in my third year won’t just give me sleepless nights and feeling of soreness in the mornings. I’m also keyed up to learn and do things I’ve never done, and never thought I can do (but hopefully I can). My subjects are interesting though some are not in my line of aptitude. That means I have to work harder this time.

Work harder, you dim-witted!

Anyhow…I’m in elbi again. That’s something I’m cheerful about.

I missed my room in Westbrook and so I bought few beautiful things to zest it up a little. This is my favorite part actually – unpacking my clothes and positioning them in neat piles in the cabinets…putting off old bedsheets and putting in new ones…placing my little nothings in my new pretty boxes and my frills in the new rack I bought where I can put my earrings, bracelets and bangles, and necklaces without them being coiled with one another…disposing my folders after folders of handouts, readings, exams, and everything that I wish to forget and leave with the semester that passed…cleaning all drawers and putting my new notebooks, colored pens, markers, cute paper clips, and just everything I got from National Bookstore…designing my cork board and posting on it my schedule everyday which by the way I hate…and finally, turning the aircon and my lamp with a yellow light bulb on, with the scent of peppermint all over the room.

My mind is muddled right now. I seem to write in a disorganized manner. Tsk. I need to practice writing again. I need to.

What I’m just trying to say is that I missed elbi, and just about everything that comes with it.

I’m back to where my heart belongs.

Bumibida

Though I heard few off-putting comments on Bob Ong’s sixth (and latest) labor, I still bought it. One thing, I wanted to know what made it so second-rate (for some, let me say) and second and most of all, I’m just a fan.

I read it, while I was waiting for my dad to finish taking a bath and freshening up. Now you have an idea how long it takes for him to be prepared. But the book's really short anyway.

Some readers weren’t perhaps expecting that kind of tone from Bob Ong – weighty, in a serious manner. But what can I say, he remains one of my favorites. And it’s good that he can shift from one approach to another, and his style stays put – still showing facts of life. I’m just blown by his unique kind of wit, which you would still find in this new book. (Translation: Kahit seryoso, balahura pa rin si Bob Ong dito sa bago nyang libro. Hehe)

Kaya bili na. 100Php lang.

Another book I’m reading now, and I’m almost done with, is, “Memories of My Melancholy Whores.” I saw this book in Powerbooks months and months ago, but I didn’t have the money to buy it because they were selling them in hardbound costing almost 1K. So when I saw one softbound in Nat’l Bookstore, I chose to buy it over a piece of whatever.

Like what I said, I haven’t reached the end, but I do love it. Too much creative juices were secreted from Gabriel Marquez’s system while he was writing this one, I reckon. I adore him.

Masterpiece/s

You are lucky if you meet that one friend who would be there, standing right there, by your side, sharing every moment with you – may it be splendid or shameful.

Luckier me! I didn’t find one, I got five!
Cheers to us all, and to our six (and still counting) years of friendship!