Did I tell you that I shoot most of the times in the van, and most of the times it is running too? Sometimes I get so upset because I want to stop and linger for a moment or maybe for the day. I want to wander on the road and unfold the beauty of the surrounding, often times the one with me cannot see.

It is just a tree, he will say. And when I show him the photo, edited or not, it will always be a mere picture.

But for me, a mere picture or not, just like flowers it commences me to my right to serenity.

PS.

This post was one of my drafts that I didn’t publish, I decided to remove the latter part for some personal reasons. And I removed the picture too.  But if you want to see a picture, you can visit my photo-journal here.

Also, today I saw this site.  It’s interesting because the site says I write like Margaret Atwood after I post the first paragraph of this post.  In another post I made, I write like the different writer and the other one is another writer.  Even though they don’t exactly giving me one that I write like, it is still interesting nonetheless.

My current reading is quite interesting too, the author likes the “and” word, it’s like he doesn’t want to end his sentences, sometimes I want to imitate him, and I imitate him.  I imitate him.  I imitate him.

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I couldn’t get enough of this one roll of film containing the circus, I find them mesmerizing (I know, don’t throw up pls) let alone this (old) girl who told me they weren’t nice.

The photos above are the ones that telling me not to stop taking photos in film.

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For all those who are reading until this part, I am happy to tell you that I have 11 books that are up for book swap, anyone interested please visit my Book Swap Page.  Thanks.

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The hair of this kid and his ice cream when I was about to take pictures of the mascot and the little girl.

The plastic flower ornament infront of the once a sleepy shop.

The fund drive for Haiti.

This old man wearing a clown suit and was making the children happy with his baloon creation.  He actually smiled and waved at me when he realized that I was taking a photo of him, and so he became one of my favorites at the Elmvale Maple Syrup Festival.

The huge booksale at the library.  All book sale are at a dollar price. I heart this library so much.

And this man serenading the book lovers while perusing on the book sale.

And they are my favorites, the good things I will remember.  I experienced all of them at the Elmvale Maple Syrup Festival last Saturday.  They are also the reason why I want to visit all the festival of all small town nearby.

Their arts, their culture and all little things.

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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 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.)

Since I made some post about it, Elizabeth Gilbert and the title of her book became two of my decent keyword referrals and by following the path link earlier, I have stumbled this site, the best couple of the year award, and I was so surprised for it answers my question after reading the last page.

The Love part of the story Elizabeth Gilbert met this older Brazilian man in Indonesia, both divorced and they fell in love to each other. It’s Liz Gilbert memoir of her struggle on divorced, new unstable relationship and finding GOD but still want to enjoy the “worldly” world …Please read the book so you will understand me with the word “worldly.” After reading the book, my mind was set to not believing what she wrote in the book, of course she is a writer and she is a very good writer. You might never know if some of those written are true or not. It leaves me a question if “Felipe” was true and if he is true, what happen next?

The Kindred Spirits
Elizabeth Gilbert & Felipe
Why Them? Because the author of Eat, Pray, Love captivated us with her storybook romance, but there’s a real-life happy ending, too.

It’s rare to read a love story that really hits you in the gut, leaving you breathless and wanting more. It’s even more rare when, long after you’ve reluctantly closed the book, you’re given an unexpected, thrilling epilogue. That’s just what happened this year with Elizabeth Gilbert and her best-selling memoir Eat, Pray, Love, about her post-divorce travels around the world to find herself. In the book, Gilbert falls for an older Brazilian man—identified only as “Felipe.” The story ends there, but their love lives on. This past spring, Gilbert married “Felipe”—and millions of fans sighed a collective “Awww…” Her next literary project? “A memoir called Weddings and Evictions about my unexpected journey into second marriage,” said Gilbert.

Joint Adventure: Devoted globetrotters, Gilbert and “Felipe” own a store that sells all the beautiful objects they’ve collected from their travels. “We named our business ‘Two Buttons’ because a priest in Laos told us that we had so much love for life that we needed nothing more than two buttons in our pockets to get by in the world,” reads their website, twobuttons.com. “Actually, sometimes we have gotten by on only one button.”

If you have read the book and you like it, I wish you go to the site and vote for them. Cast your vote and make them the Couple of the Year.

I was not paid to do this, I just feel like I was with Liz Gilbert through all her sufferings before, and during the divorce process. I ate with her in some places in Italy and even went with her to watched the Italian’s favorite game. I believe that I was also finding spiritual healing when she was in Ashram in India, and I swear I read the book with a slight interruption when she was adoring the gifted but sometimes forgetful old Ketut Liyer the medicine man, emailing friends all over the world just to help Wayan and her kid Tutti to have their own home and fell in love with the older Brazilian guy named Felipe – and now became her husband.

I just love the book that I want to send it to Ate Liza (my online nanay(mom)). I better give her a new one though.

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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.

But when I saw my uncle collecting some of my cousin’s books and tossed them  in the recycle, I felt bad, and I needed to gather again the books from the bin. He told me if I want to keep the books and children magazines, I have to keep them to where he can’t see it. They were eyesores to him, well not the books, but he believed that those were no use anymore since his two sons don’t read them anymore.

That incident had sparked off an idea for me, to collect children books and send it to a friend who facilitates theatre acting workshop to children’s, victims of human rights violation in some provinces in the Philippines.

Not too long ago, my employer gave me one box of books she was planning to give to Salvation Army. She asked me if there’s any book that my daughter Aya will probably likes to read among those old books, and then I told her my plan.

Those that I already have are not enough for one Balikbayan Box and I earnestly wants to ask some people to give me those children books they are planning to chuck out. I always see some from garage sales, buying them in small prices will be fine to me too

And I am intending to write the Friday papers in our city to give me a little space for the ads too. Hope I can get them before the year ends These would be a very nice Christmas gift to Filipino kids who loves to read but no books to be read

Photo from Jana Kleitsch.

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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 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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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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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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