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These guys together with their other sisters needs a new home. They are all confined in a big turntable box and one travelling bag. Poor kids

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I don’t read that much. It just recently that I dutifully buy books, whenever I run off the nearest store that sells books or to Costco – they have a good deal of books, and I even spend a hundred every time my employer invites me to go with her.

I buy but I don’t read that much. One book took me more than a month or two, to be honest. But when I am reading, my heart is all in it -especially when I don’t understand the words, I need to look up for the meaning and its synonyms.

I also tend to find the likeness between me (mostly my situation) and the lead character of the book that I am reading. If I see one, it becomes my bible…I see the need to contemplate, and I end crying.

At times, while reading, I am likely to put down the author. Not that I feel like a writer and a good one, but I am just like that, and I end closing the pages.

Recently, I just finished reading Eat, Pray and Love, to which I know, few readers of this blog can recall that I post it a few times in my previous blog post.

That’s where I learn the Italian word Attraversiamo, which means “let us cross over”, or if you don’t want to walk on the same path again, let’s go to the other lane…Or street and move on. It’s all about moving on and I like the way I comprehend it.

I love the book, and I surely want to read it again (just let me finish my review for my driver’s license exam.)

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I don’t know if there are surfers or bloggers near around Innisfil and Alliston City that stumble here, but if there’s any, I hope they will see this post. One or two people who will read this plead and will decide to chuck some old and unwanted children’s books in front of my uncle or my employer’s doorstep is huge enough for me and the kids who will benefit this little good deed

My nanay (mother) and I had both agreed that I am not going to send Balikbayan Boxes – full of canned goods, clothes and some necessities the Filipinos assumed relatives left in the Philippines needs and would love to have. We both know that they can buy all those stuff back home with lesser price, so I better send money than goods, I am okay with that.

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I was in my fifth grade when I first appreciate the comeliness of my school library. I started spending my afternoon there instead of my usual play on the raucous narrow street in my community. I don’t care if I miss the grouchy voice of the old lady who lives beside our home and loves to yell on us, due to the loud voices of my playmates (okay, including mine). I don’t mind them at all because I found a serene place where SILENCE becomes music to my ears.

I became familiar with the three school librarian; the arts teacher who I found out later, also a resident of my neighborhood, his office was located upstairs. inside the library and some male students (including my cousin) who actively participate in arts club.

Going over the mass of canvas, posters and streamers hanging around the arts club, and of course pictures of the previous leaders of my beloved country and historical places, I must say that our library was the very first museum I’ve been too.

But silly me, I don’t recall myself reading inside my then favorite hang-out. However, I do remember me browsing books from Filipiniana Section, I leaf through the pages of history and social studies books and wasn’t aware that eight years from that time, I am going to be socially aware and be active in the real sociology sense of the word.

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I don’t know what comes to me when I signed up to Mariposa’s invitation on FUN MONDAY’s assignment, she hosted today’s topic which is collection.

I don’t collect anything to tell you honestly. Once I considered of collecting Bratz dolls because my daughter wants to have those, I’m sure everything that I will buy will stay with me for a while, since we’re miles apart. I also bought some protagonists miniature of one movie that I really liked which is THE MATRIX. I saw them on sales, and I can’t help buying them. But I haven’t bought any after that.

Every time, I go on shopping, there’s always a thing or two that I want to buy and collect but my sister who always with me disagreed each time she sees me glancing with some stuff with all hearts in it. She said, it such a waste of money.

But this one, I can’t really refrain from buying no matter what the people I am with blabbering.

I also have one box of kiddie books which my employer gave me when I told her that I am planning to collect books for Filipino children whose family cannot afford to buy one for them. I got the idea when I saw my uncle stashing my cousin’s book shelves and throw books that he thought the kids don’t browse anymore.

There goes my collection. I don’t have so many like C Gonzales books, I am starting collecting though and I have more which I left in the Philippines.

Go visit the other Fun Monday participants… start a collection of collections…..

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There are a lot of reasons why I love reading Eat Love and Pray, in fact I can’t help to repeat every chapter (she called it beads) especially if I forgot what page I last stop. I want to buy a bookmark for me at first, but I am having fun re-reading the past pages again and again and again.

This is the story about a woman who is searching for everything across Italy, India and Indonesia. All three countries which name start with letter “I”. That I guess makes her realize that what she really looking was herself to which she forgot during the last year of her marriage. Oh I love this book, and I swear I can relate to it.

Elizabeth Gilbert started her memoir with the beads she saw the Indians wearing in one of her journey to Ashram in India.

Apparently, the beads also had helped me (or so I thought) and became significant in my life journey which started almost two years ago.

The beads that I didn’t bother to touch anymore because, I can’t see the use of touching 59 pieces of them and reciting a prayer repetitively which I realized is nothing more than a chant to me, especially when I know I can communicate with (looking up)…Oh well, my friend here is giving a side comment.

“Since when you became religious?”

I told my friend the book once tackled about her being a Christian, because she was born to a Christian family, but the book itself doesn’t embark on religion.

In fact, she even wrote that she wants to make sex with every Italian guy she saw in every street of Italy. To which she said that Italian Male is as pretty as French women. But please don’t misunderstand the author, you’ve got to read the book just so, you understand her.

I would gladly post about this book pinch by pinch in my next entries.

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Dal centro della mia venne una grande Fontana…..”From the center of my life, there came a great fountain”

My life revolves to work, internet, sometimes books. Work. Internet. Sometimes books. Work. Internet. Work…work…work…internet…internet…internet. All work. All internets. And no holiday. I find it boring, if you may ask.

Because I don’t want to see myself when I look in the mirror like those I’ve seen in my recent film that I have watched, it’s THE HILLS HAVE EYES, the “bad guys” as the little girl called them were mutants. All were victims of nuclear testing in one part of the United States. No, of course I am happy to say that I don’t look warped, at least not yet. I realized that I’m getting closer to that though, so I resolved in making some of my days-off more active.

Maybe I’ll make my reading time longer. And maybe I’ll chuck myself in the nearest gym. Or buying myself a bicycle. I tried biking from here (my uncle’s place) to downtown and saw myself raced with the vehicles driving down the road, only I have to wheel myself in the sidewalk, but still, it was sooo damned good.

It reminds me of me cycling to the park every day until I remember, the park turned to a slaughter house, when I was a kid. It was a wonderful experience, and I missed that.

Or maybe I’ll get myself to the nearest bar, and watch live bands performs, and nod my head to the music. Just a nod, I don’t want to start dancing, because I know if I started, I can’t stop.

But before I can do that, I need to have a car to get there. Except that I can’t have a car. Not right now. Hmmm, I guess I’ll find myself a boyfriend instead, a boyfriend that owns a car. Much better.

The first paragraph of this post came from my reading Eat, Pray and Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. When she read that line in the poem book that she was holding in the garden that she finds totally amazing, her heart was like has obtained an inner peace.

I, when I read that in her book, it was like “Oh I want to copy that!” I can’t connect it. I just want to copy that. That’s all.

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