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I Eat, Pray and Love too

Published on August 2, 2008 in Personal. 0 Comments Tags: Ashram, Attraversiamo, books, Brazilian man, Couple of the Year Award, Eat Pray and Love, Elizabeth Gilbert, India, Indonesia, Italy, medicine man.

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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Daydreaming

Published on June 1, 2008 in Personal. 18 Comments Tags: County Road 89, Eat Pray and Love, Egypt, Italy, photography, traveling.

I want to count the reason I feel I had a good walk yesterday. I usually refused the thought of leaving my “confinement”; first I am tired of walking on the same old street. All I see is the empty road, dull front yards and the stillness of the woods – my routine to the park.

I sometimes think that striding the same path over again just adding an extra baggage to my solitude. But I cannot avoid walking down this alley. There are three possible way to get to downtown, I usually use the two, and the last street is going to be a long and tedious pace. That is going to be a horrible walk for me, so I slip out that street to my choices.

Along the County Road 89 (am still stunned with the street names I see, I have never seen a street name like that in Manila), the dreary atmosphere was replaced with eagerness to glance through every shop, I passed by.

Leafing through the pages of Pro-Photoshop Magazine – I, once again, inside the Shoppers Drug Mart browsing through some books and magazines – my eyes settled on the Nikon Workshop which will be held in Egypt. A cost of US$3,500 to experience different kind of Nikon DSLR and the beauty of Egypt in one whole week trip had made me to slip in daydreaming.

I was overwhelmed with the idea; of course I cannot sign up myself to that trip. The reason that I am not a professional photographer didn’t thwart me on dreaming that Egypt Photography Workshop, it is the cost that rouse me.

I left the drug mart and went back down the road, hope to have glimpses of what is new, or what I missed when I walked passed through this earlier.

I saw an Orthodontics clinic which I am very gladly to visit one of these days, the gym that would definitely going to be my hang-out on weekends and…. and the travel agency. What`s with the travel agency?

They are displaying these wonderful pictures taken in Italy and a question “DO YOU WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE LIKE THIS BY YOUR OWN SELF” was written in bold black cut-outs shouting at me.

I have read about Italy in my current reading Eat, Pray and Love. I read about Rome, Sicily, Sardinia, the heart of Venice, Lucca. I read names like Giovanni, Luca and Giovanni and Luca. I have learned the word Attraversiamo, which means “let’s cross over”. This means I need to cross over the street and forget about traveling and taking pictures weather in Egypt or in Italy.

I cross the street but the idea of traveling was still enticing. Why not? Maybe soon I need to contact Italy Vacation Rentals and or London Vacation Rentals (I remember how I envy my friend who had a trip to UK) or Paris Vacation Rentals.

So this is what my walk had given me, a daydream.

From The Center of My Life There Came A Great Fountain

Published on May 3, 2008 in Journal and Personal. 0 Comments Tags: bicycle, books, center, Eat Pray and Love, Elizabeth Gilbert, fountain, internet, The Hills Have Eyes, work.

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.