Saturday! Sunday!

Saturday and Sunday: It’s past ten-thirty in the morning and I am still in bed. Know why? Because I wanted to make up for all those times I had to wake up at past four in the morning from Monday all the way to Friday. And so I sleep in during weekends. (Unless I made plans with friends on weekends and they involve me getting up early. But I weasel my way out of this by always suggesting we meet after lunch.)

It used to be that for me, weekends meant parties and hitting random places where I could laugh and talk and drink with my friends. All right, that’s not truth in its entirety. So I used to spend weekends downing drinks, wherever. But now? Now that I have broken up with Vodka & Friends? Weekends mean any of these:

  • stay holed up at home having a DVD marathon or catching up on my reading
  • running errands with my mother
  • hanging out at random places (alcohol is replaced by scrambles, donuts, pizzas, etc.)

I think I must be getting old but I reckon this refusal for alcohol is rooted to one particular heartbreak. Drinking reminds me of him. Ergo, chuck away drinking in my list. Does that make sense? It’s okay if it doesn’t. Heck, it doesn’t make sense to me half the time.

I spent this particular weekend on three things:

Tate Langdon goes for blood in "American Horror Story"
Tate goes for blood in "American Horror Story"

Finally finished “American Horror Story” and it has gotten vicious, more intense and more interesting towards the end. Gotta love it! And can I just say that the characters there are totally sick? But the most interesting one for me is Tate. I mean, talk about wolf in a sheep’s clothing. Talk about the devil in disguise. I had to pinch myself at times just so I would not be sucked into his oddly charming, lost little boy persona and actually think he is actually a nice guy who just got lost along the way.

Stephanie Plum novels
Truly laugh out loud moments in ALL of the books in this series.

Got hooked on the Stephanie Plum novels by Janet Evanovich. This series is just full of quirky, interesting and lovable characters who made me laugh out loud more times than I could count. At one point, both my parents even asked why I was laughing and I just pointed to the book in my hand.

Sleeping in during weekends is awesome!

And of course, I slept for hours and hours and hours. I was almost disappointed that Prince Charming hasn’t kissed me awake yet. I mean, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. Dude, you gotta speed up.

image sources: Tate/”American Horror Story”, Stephanie Plum novels, Sleeping Beauty


To Add to the Bucket List

I thought that the Peanut Butter Moo’d from Jamba Juice was enough to make my day last Sunday. But no. NO. Because it gets even better after that. My friend told me about a Fully Booked branch in that place (Bonifacio High Street, Taguig) where there is Starbucks inside. You guys! You know what that means, right? Free reading + the scent of coffee permeating the place = Ohmygodijustdiedandwenttoheaven!

I just died and went to heaven.
I just died and went to heaven.

So I filed it in my mental todo list that I should make it a point to hang out at the bookstore in High Street. Right after buying a book or two. After purchasing my favorite weaknesses, I shall occupy a table in Starbucks there and then drool over read my new book. Or maybe I can start writing again. Something decent and not the hasty short proses I’ve lulled myself into creating. Who knows? Weirder things had happened.

Ah, that tingly feeling of having your own blog.
Ah, that tingly feeling of having your own blog.

And because time is gold and hey! Carpe diem, right? I will buy a website and design and edit my own blog. Widgets! Plugins! Photoshop! Textures! Brushes! (I am riding in cloud nine as I visualize all this in my head.)

AND THEN. And then I will write. I will pick up where I last left off with a fiction I have written two years ago, which is sporadically being edited and updated. Irregular outbursts of ideas. Absolutely unreliable.

"I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details."

If I’m not going to write, I will at least create something, be it a handmade collage or some graphics. My muse has been shriveling up and has learned a couple of swear words. I’m afraid it will either leave me or end up dead. So. Save the muse! Waste not thy creativity!

Save, save, save, SAVE FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!

Also, I need to save up. This one I cannot emphasize enough. If I could, I would put up a blinking sign at the foot of my bed that says, “Save up money, dammit!” Just so I could let that sink in each and every time I wake up and go to bed. Note to self: Color of this sign could be black and white or pale, pale yellow and royal blue. I’m receptive to those colors. They could help in inspiring my drive to save up. *cough cough* Who knows? *cough cough*

image sources: Fully Booked, I’m Blogging This, Inspiration, Piggy Bank

I Crawled My Way Back to Reality, You Guys!

I don’t know about you but when I enter a bookstore, I lose track of minutes and hours. I get sucked into a space in time wherein I jump into the tons and tons of books. I check the covers, I read the summary at the back, I move around from shelf to shelf… And then BOOM! A child tugs on the edge of my plain white cotton shirt and insists we go home. I look down at the child (a boy) and blink and blink. And then blink some more.  He’s oblivious to my confusion and so he just says emphatically, with such feeling and impatience, “Mommy, let’s go home.” This is the point wherein bafflement becomes total astonishment. Apparently, I lost track of time and when I heaved myself back to the real world, SURPRISE! I now have a child. Really? I gave birth without knowing about it? Wait, wait. I know this. I have read about this somewhere. This child is genetically engineered. This is NOT my child.

So anyway. Dropping the silliness. I browsed around the bookstore during my lunchtime and found a couple of books to read before I turn 31. I have a year and a few more months to make good that goal statement. Perfect time range!

Without further ramblings, here are my picks for today’s arbitrary trip to the bookstore:

The Cry of the Sloth by Sam Savage
This seems like a fun read.
Angel Time (The Songs of the Seraphim #1) by Anne Rice
I was never a fan of Anne Rice. But this? I think I'm going to like it.
Travels in the Scriptorium by Paul Auster
Surreality. Mystery. Nothing ordinary. Need I say more why I am drawn to this?
Danger in the Dark (Stories from the Golden Age) by L. Ron Hubbard
Sci-fi... Something new for me. I never was into sci-fi but this seemed like a good book to start with.
The Crossroads by L. Ron Hubbard
This one seems like a good read, too. After reading the back cover, I was completely intrigued.

Trending in My Annachronous World

Since I broke up quite recently with Vodka and Vodka’s Friends (those other Hard Drinks), I have been holing up at home during the weekend nights armed with good TV shows and the omnipresent junk food. And so without meandering straight into the innocuous arms of senselessness, here are the two TV shows which recently moved in and took up space in my heart and mind:

American Horror Story
"American Horror Story"

“American Horror Story” – To be honest, the first episode, although haunting and creepy and mysterious, just did not sit well with me. I thought there were too much scenes that weren’t really needed. It wasn’t until I caught up with episode 2 a few weeks ago that I began to gain interest. Clearly, the history of the house and the people who lived there before the Harmons struck the match and lit my interest. Each of the telling and re-telling of the stories of the inhabitants of the so-called murder house is rich with creepiness which sets you on edge and keeps you guessing and thinking. The dark tone of the series is well executed too.

"Modern Family"
"Modern Family"

“Modern Family” – I haven’t really paid much attention to this one until one of my bosses mentioned it. Curious to see if it was as good as I heard, I watched an episode. And found out that I actually like it. It’s hilarious and quirky and it really does hit home when they tackle family issues like accepting a new member of the family, starting a new family, being a wife/mother or husband/son-in-law. My favorite character? I cannot decide. All of them are lovable!

Done with the TV series that are currently keeping my interest, I here are two more books that I want to grab a copy of and read:

"Einstein's Dream"
"Einstein's Dream"

 At every point of decision, the world splits into three worlds, each with the same people, but different fates for those people. In time, there are an infinity of worlds.”  – Alan Lightman, “Einstein’s Dreams”

“Einstein’s Dream” – Tackling the interesting subject of time and space, this book is not the usual when it comes to discussing the theory of relativity. I read snippets of this book and immediately fell in love with the way the words were strung together and the resonance it had. Poetic and haunting and unique, this is one of those books that you cannot help but read and read over and over again.

"American Gods"
"American Gods"

I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. -Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”

“American Gods” – Neil Gaiman has been one of my favorites ever since a great friend of mine (Hi, Jam!) shoved into my hands a copy of “The Sandman” comic book series during my college days. And when I read “Neverwhere” I totally fell for him, hook, line and sinker. I have yet to buy more of his books but so far, the ones I have read never did disappoint me. Clearly, “American Gods” should be included in my To Read list. My dad likes to state that he is not a fan of Neil Gaiman but he still reads and re-reads the books I have of him. Very funny, dad. Who are you kidding?

* image sources: American Horror Story, Modern Family, Einstein’s Dream & American Gods

Introduction to Horror by Edgar Allan Poe

I have been reading books ever since I could remember. It seems to me that the moment I knew how to string together a couple of words and make sense of sentences and paragraphs, I could not stop myself. I couldn’t help it. I had to read, whether they were snippets from the encyclopedia or a pocketbook like Sweet Valley Kids. But one random plucking of a random book from its shelf in my school library changed me.

I was in fourth grade, maybe fifth, and being in the library made me feel like the sun is shining brightly down on me and the birds are chirping away merrily in the background. It was just such a happy feeling, raw and innocent and simple.

Until I chanced  upon a copy of this book, which was a compilation of Edgar Allan Poe’s short stories. Intrigued by the artwork on the cover of the book (which I had forgotten by now, really), I curiously and eagerly opened it. After devouring the content of the book, two stories struck me: The Tell-Tale Heart and The Cask of Amontillado. It was a momentous event in my life. I guess you could say that I could hold Edgar Allan Poe responsible for my penchant for horror stories.

The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart
"Hearken! and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell you the whole story."

“TRUE! – nervous – very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses – not destroyed – not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily – how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture – a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees – very gradually – I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever…”

The Cask of Amontillado

The Cask of Amontillado
"I must not only punish, but punish with impunity."

“The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length, I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled — but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation…”


When my dad learned about this years and years later, this was all he had to say to me: “You read Edgar Allan Poe at age 11 or 10?” Pause. Then he said, “It’s not something you should read at that age.” I could only shrug. Once you’ve read a book, you can’t just flush it out of your brain.

image sources: The Tell-Tale Heart, The Cask of Amontillado