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Two decades of oversleeping, cultural obssessions, bibliophilia and madness.
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- Ice Candy, cold Champagne, girl talk and lots of laughter! What a perfect friday with @hollowcrest and @rahviely ! ♥May 18, 12 from web Reply, Retweet, Favorite
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- Apr 13, 12
Hard to believe that we’re already done with the first quarter of the year, I suppose. So much has already happened, and yet summer still feels like on a standstill. What is irony. I learned so far that books can sometimes be the perfect barometers of days, and I’d like to believe that with every book I add on my shelf, I hopefully become a better, more grown-up person. Besides, summer sales abound a-plenty in the malls these days, and my resistance is relatively weaker than the usual. Finally purchasing books I’ve been hunting and wanting for sometime also kindled my ecstasy. (John Green, Agatha Christie & Alan Bennett! Yay!) I wish there are enough exclamation points to contain my emotions. Ahhh, joy. Just look at these lovely spines awaiting me. I know this is an odd mix of historical romances, mysteries and angst-ridden YA fiction, but hey, I REGRET NOTHING.
- Mystery of the Blue Train, Agatha Christie
- Someday this pain will be useful to you, Peter Cameron
- No shame, No fear, Ann Turnbull
- The Fault in our stars, John Green
- Life Mask, Emma Donoghue
- Time is a River, Mary Alice Monroe
- The Man on the Ceiling, Steve Rasnic Tem & Melanie Tem
- Jan 31, 12
How do you make me tremendously happy? Send me a boxful of books. Which is exactly what salbehe did to fulfil my Christmas Wishlist for 2011, organized by Prinsesa Musang. Opening that massive package made me understand how long-lost heiresses must’ve felt on primetime dramas whenever their identities get ultimately revealed. Oh, what fortune! I squealed and squealed and squealed some more. And aside from these sixteen promising books, Miss Salbe also sent me an orange lipstick from Etude House, a handy 2012 planner and a cutesy headband! Seriously, how awesome is she? Thank you Miss Salbe, I officially love you!
Ang mga kaibigan ni Mama Susan, Bob Ong
The Captain’s Daughters, Benita Brown
Dog Walker, Leslie Schnur
Turning Thirty, Mike Gayle
Marly’s Ghost, David Levithan
Here on Earth, Alice Hoffman
Truck: a love story, Michael Perry
The Cabal and other stories, Ellen Gilchrist
The Good Guy, Dean Koontz
The Lost Symbol, Dan Brown
The Nanny Diaries, Emma Mclaughlin
Where the Heart is, Billie Letts
Big City Eyes, Delia Ephron
The Valkyries, Paulo Coelho
Heal my Heart, Doreen Laroya
Shut the door, Amanda Marquit
- Jan 31, 12
It’s high time I give my roots some lovin’, so I figured spending some moolah on buying books by Filipino authors wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I’ve always wanted to support Filipino Literature in my own little way, and of course, as a reader, buying books is obviously the simplest way to do so. It also happened that I’ve got two book-loving friends who also rally for the same cause. Dotay kept on tagging and updating me on Facebook about recent releases from Ricky Lee and our beloved Bob Ong, while Marga’s review of Sotto’s Before Ever After just won me over completely. I’m sold, and I’m holding the two of them responsible. Well yesterday, I finally had the chance to stroll around bookstores in Trinoma and I went home grinning like a whacko with these three books. My lustful bookslut heart rejoices!
- Jan 09, 12
…And this is how you open the year with a bang, bibliophile-style. I went on another mad book-shopping spree for the holidays and to gear myself up for a more awesome 2012. Two of these books are written by some of my favourite authors of which I am dying to read more about, like Alice Hoffman and Emma Donoghue, while some are very intriguing finds. All in all, I’ve got nine promising books which will make the first month of my year spectacular.
Ah, nothing could possibly be wonderfully dorkier than this.
- Here on Earth, Alice Hoffman
- Your own, Sylvia, Stephanie Hemphill
- The Gardens of Kyoto, Kate Walbert
- Chain Mail, Hiroshi Ishizaki
- The Burn Journals, Brent Runyon
- Gilead, Marilynne Robinson
- Slammerkin, Emma Donoghue
- Anthem of a Reluctant Prophet, Joanne Proulx
- Open House, Patricia Williams
- Jan 08, 12
I’m very iffy about Romances and I swear it has nothing to do with my apparent lack of experience in the love department. Sure, I sit down for the occasional chick-lit from time to time, but I usually avoid hardcore love stories because most of the time they end up pretty much generic; it’s either too draggy and full of fluff that I get bored waiting for my tears to come out or it’s too plain melodramatic that I get bored to tears. I blame it on my having read Nicholas Sparks at age 9.
I am therefore wonderfully caught off-guard by Christopher Castellani’s A Kiss from Maddalena, because it shattered all my juvenile traumas about romances. For once, no one’s dying from cancer, suffering from alzheimers, divorcing or killing each other, finding their lost parents, or are secretly vampires. It’s ironic because the plot and backdrop of the novel is in fact on a grander scale and yet the intimacy and the genuineness of the characters’ lives still resonate from cover to cover. We get a vivid first-hand account of the second world war and its aftermath in Italy—we don’t just meet a pair of lovers or a family; we meet an entire town and the many ties and traditions that binds them together. Most importantly, the book is still very much anchored around the bittersweet affair between Vito and Maddalena—probably the most passionate and saddest tale I’ve read for this year.
I’m not even embarrassed to admit that I still repeatedly read the last paragraphs like these are from a page torn off a haunted love letter my soul has been wanting to write for so long. This book gives heartache a voice. Thank you Mr. Castellani, my faith in Romances has been completely restored.
The prologue is catchy ad intriguing—essentially what all books should be right off the bat. We start right away with the book’s turning point, and the author did such a fantastic job with keeping things hanging and then letting the chapters unfold naturally in a way that will still make you wonder how, when, where, who, why and what the hell happened. The first chapters were low-key but nonetheless brilliant; Castellani’s writing is so rich and precise, minus all the fluff. See, I’ve got issues with atmospheric descriptions in novels and I’m usually impatient with introductions, but this book opened in a very fluid way that transported me when and where it happened. It’s magical and I can’t help but wish I could write like this:
In the far corner of West Olive, the trees stood so close together that the leaves made a second sky. Girls sat in circles under it and complained about their mothers. They gossiped about whoever showed up late or left early. When the army trucks swallowed up their brothers and boyfriends and young fathers, they came here to forget or cry or admit I’m glad he’s gone. After they turned twenty, they found somewhere else to talk—they got married or they leaned against the front walls of stores and acted smart—but until then, the olive grove was the center of their world.
But of course, my favorite thing about it is still the budding affection between the passionate Vito Leone and the beautiful Maddalena Piccinelli. There’s this lovely scene at the early part of the book where they’re still on the process of getting to know each other amidst their friendship with peers. It was a time of innocence, and of the carefree days of being young. In many ways, this scene felt foreboding and in turns, poignant and piercing.
“You won’t grow up,” Madallena said, her lips pursed. This was her vision of his life.
“The years will pass and the war will end,” she said, “but you will not get old…I see you running through a green field. I see you laughing, chasing a dog, everyone around you with white beards and crooked legs, with canes! But you are still young, still as much as a boy as today, forever. That is what I see for you; it is here in front of my face.”
“What does it mean?” asked Fiorella. She looked over at Vito curiously, as if she’d just seen him for the very first time.
“How do I know?” said Maddalena. “But I can tell you, it seems like a beautiful feature to me.”It’s crazy how this book can make you symphatize with all the characters from one page to another. In this particular moment for instance, I can deeply identify with Maddalena’s inner thoughts before they were separated because of the bombings:
This was falling in love, she told herself. She was making it happen. You saw something about to be taken away from you, and in that moment you saw how much it was worth. She’d sneaked out of her house in the middle of the night, broken the law and betrayed her parents to come here, and that had to mean something. God had to recognize it and remember.
And then ultimately, my heart breaks for Vito, so dedicated and loyal and loving. Here’s a boy of eighteen, caught in the crossfires of war, adolescence and the travails of young love.
“Maybe I do want to scare you a little,” he said. He faced the road again, his back to her. “If I scare you, maybe you’ll think of my life sometimes, for just a little while, when you’re safe on your zia’s farm. Maybe you’ll think of my Mother’s legs that don’t work, that won’t let us leave here. Of her sleeping twenty hours a day and not recognizing me when she wakes up. I want you to think of me, Maddalena, with you not here anymore.”
Now that’s a good romance novel: Gripping and lingering, by all accounts, memorable—I read, I wept, I loved.
- Nov 20, 11
So okay: It really does look like I have abandoned my book blog, what with the two-month long hiatus I intentionally gave myself as a gift. And I know that whatever excuse I’m gonna give will sound lame anyway but here’s a brief rundown of my life so far: I recently just resigned from my job and cut all of my used-to-be-waist-length hair. So not only am I blissfully unemployed, I also look very much like a boy now. (The last time I had a haircut was back in 2008.) Yeah, even my own mom is worried about me, and whether I’m in some sort of post-adolescence crisis or something. But no worries: I’m good. I will be fine. In fact, I spent these lovely weeks hibernating with my beloved books. And since I temporarily have no stable source of moolah lately, I realized it’ll be fun to re-read some of the really old books I have on my shelf, some of which are books I’ve had since high school. Some pages are already wrinkled and dog-eared, but they still feel like new books to me after such a long time. Okay, so much for my book-romantic self. Here’s my October-November Reading List:
- The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox (Maggie O’ Farrell)
- Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen (Dyan Sheldon)
- A Million Little Pieces (James Fray)
- Just in Case (Meg Rosoff)
- The Honk and Holler Opening Soon (Billie Letts)
- Scribbler of Dreams (Mary E. Pearson)
- Funny Little Monkey (Andrew Auseon)
- The Liar (Stephen Fry)
- Exchange (Paul Magrs)
- The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold)
- Oct 23, 11
Disclaimer: this review is going to be embarrassing.
Oh, you won’t believe my love of this book. I madly adored Jennifer Donnelly’s ‘A Northern Light’, that even weeks after having finished reading it, I still fondly remember how awesome, how beautiful this book was written and how lovestruck it made me as a reader. It tells the tale of sixteen-year old Mattie Gokey, in the year 1900s, which quite frankly overwhelmed me prior to reading it because I frequently struggle with historical-flavored fiction. And yet it got me head over heels on the first chapter alone, leaving me incoherent, wordless and asfdahgfoasfd.
How lovely, how real, how rich. Yes I know how fangirly that sounds, but still. To be completely honest, even my whole family was baffled. For the entire two and a half days that I’ve been reading it, I was bragging about how good the plot’s getting at every chance I get, despite their ‘I-don’t-even-give-a-damn’ glares. It’s actually hard to talk about the greatness of the book because I’m scared I won’t give it justice. So as you might have already noticed, I’m trying to give you a picture of me whilst reading it instead.
It’s the kind of fiction that blows your mind, gets under your skin and never leaves. It’s the first book that I have literally embraced, holding it close to my chest while I’m drowning in blankets and muttering “Book, I love you, I love you,” in the darkness of 2am. I’m not even kidding.
So okay, I still wanna try to talk about why I’ve gone crazy over this book so I came up with a list instead to further elaborate my reasons in the most organized way I could possibly do it.
Characters aren’t cardboard cut-outs. The vivid writing makes every character individually compelling, flawed, likeable, disgusting, scandalous, awesome, unforgettable. Mattie Gokey, the heroine, is plucky, brave, smart and sassy like most YA book teen stereotypes, but everything else about her screams ORIGINAL. Her obsession for words, writing, reading and books easily makes her a champion in my book, but what really made her special is the fact that despite her attachment and faith in literature, she keeps her head in touch with reality.
There’s a profoundly striking scene about the pains of childbirth and pregnancy where she actually dissed fiction writers for being glorified liars on the account of sugarcoating reality. It’s a tender moment for someone who loves fiction that much and you will mourn with her as the devastating realization sinks in.
“And I knew in my bones that Emily Dickinson wouldn’t have written even one poem if she’d had two howling babies, a husband bent on jamming another one into her, a house to run, a garden to tend, three cows to milk, twenty chickens to feed, and four hired hands to cook for. I knew then why they didn’t marry. Emily and Jane and Louisa. I knew and it scared me. I also knew what being lonely was and I didn’t want to be lonely my whole life. I didn’t want to give up on my words. I didn’t want to choose one over the other. Mark Twain didn’t have to. Charles Dickens didn’t.”
Plot is alive. I don’t wanna go all technical about the pacing of the book or its tones and whatnots, but this I can say for sure: the plot is powerful. It moves rather fluidly in a well-crafted motion, while gracefully confronting themes like gender discrimination, societal prejudices, extreme poverty, land ownership, racism, murder, liberty liberties and educational reform. All of these seemingly hardcore concepts are woven in a manner so headstrong, unafraid and honest, without you suffering from a headache.
It’s brimming with insights, and it doesn’t only educate you with fun historical glimpses; it provokes you to think many what ifs and whys. I’m bananas about this kind of books that is not scared to challenge the reader because I feel intellectual, esteemed and trusted. Jennifer Donnelly clearly not only cares about her characters but she also holds high respect for her readers.
Kickass Wordplay. Probably one of the most surreal prose I’ve read in a long while. It’s unique, clever and effective in so many different ways that had me wondering how far and how long the author could keep on surprising and shocking the hell out of me. And let me tell you this: I was heartbroken when the book ended. The story is structured around dictionary definitions of words used as chapter names and literary devices, and man, you have no idea how jealous am I for not being the one who came up with that idea first. Then again, come to think of it, I’m jealous for not having written this book first! Literary envy be damned.
“Words fail me sometimes. I have read most every word in the Webster’s International Dictionary of the English Language, but I still have trouble making them come when I want them to. Right now I want a word that describes the feeling you get – a cold sick feeling deep down inside – when you know something is happening that will change you, and you don’t want it to, but you can’t stop it. And you know you will never be the same again.”
The lovestory actually works. Indeed, finding something out of the cliché is a thing worth celebrating. There are two love stories in these book, one from the past and one on the present. I love how these two angles reflect each other, almost intersecting at some point, like a crossroad the characters needed to pass to get through the climactic end. I like that the subject of love in this book is underplayed but still delightfully, quirkily executed. It’s a very realistic take on adolescent love and its complexities, and yes, I know how redundant I’m already sounding at this point. And can I just say that I’ve never had a crush on a literary character before but Mattie’s love interest, Royal Loomis, is quite a character I’ve never met before. So visibly flawed, but he makes thy heart tremble! I don’t even know that’s possible.
Alright, I’ll quit the gibberish now. Sorry for the wordbarf, but this is really that kind of book that you needed to read for yourself for you to understand its charm. But here’s everything in a nutshell: you will care about this book. And who knows, you might love it the same way I did, too.
- Oct 01, 11
For the lack of an appropriate adjective, let me just say, I’m hyperventilating happy right now. I’ve been desperately praying for my very own copy of Aimee Bender’s novel, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake , for over a year now that it broke my heart to find out it is not yet available here in Manila a few months back. Insatiable (and admittedly greedy) reader that I am, I scourged the web to look for how I can get myself a copy until I’ve fortunately stumbled across Ms. Bender’s very website, where I wrote to her about my predicament.
Some authors can be angels, I learned. Ms. Bender wasn’t only kind enough to drop by this very blog to reply, she’s also generous beyond imagination. Couple of weeks later, after a few correspondence over email, she granted me her promise: I received not only one, but two paperback versions of her critically-acclaimed novel, both copies of which were exclusively signed!
Dear Ms. Bender: When I received the package, I maniacally jumped up and down and screamed and squealed of joy, that I almost wept. Even my own family suspected I was having a frantic cerebral breakdown. Truth is, this humble reader of yours will forever be grateful of your awesomeness.
Crying, Thanks,
D. ♥
- Oct 01, 11
…Because nothing can be fiercer for a bibliophile than being swallowed whole by books waiting to be held and read. Big thanks to my family and close friends who gave me these gifts! I will be forever indebted to all of you guys for feeding my obsession. Haha. I’m a happy, bouncey, 21-year old!
- The Memory Keeper’s Daughter (Kim Edwards)
- Mortified (David Nadelberg)
- Lately (Sara Pritchard)
- The Sparkling-Eyed Boy (Amy Benson)
- Norwegian Wood (Haruki Murakami)
- The Mercy of Thin Air (Ronlyn Domingue)
- Like the Singing coming off the drums (Sonia Sanchez)
- Child of my Heart (Alice Mcdermott)
- Breakable You (Brian Morton)
- Just a Couple of Days (Tony Vigorito)
- The Time it takes to Fall (Margaret Lazarus Dean)
- Perfume: Story of a Murder (Patrick Suskind)
- Sep 22, 11
Forget the voluntary pre-starvation and the post-bliss brokenness; It’s amazing how ironic it feels—I feel the richest when I hoard books until my wallet whimpers a little. It’s a ripe season for sales over at the malls this week and geez ain’t that so perfect that I just recently finished all of the eight books I scavenged on my second haul? They’re all great reads, by the way, and I’ll be blogging about them real soon. This time around, for only Php 495.00, I managed to bring home the next nine books which will keep me awake for the wee hours of the evenings to come.
The mix is eccentric yet very pretty; I’ve got a seemingly-feminist fiction on Contemporary African women; an artsy, Victorian-centered, gothic thriller; a sexy post-modern love story; a melodramatic coming-of-age crime novel; a self-deprecatingly funny memoir; a juvenile autobiography on adolescent writer woes; a rock and roll fairytale; a short story collection featuring novelettes inspired by songs; a poetry folio by a Pulitzer-prize winning poetess.
Come browse through my loot and see why despite the rest of the world’s influx at dress boutiques, department stores and flashy restos, I’d still rather be in one of the most serene and meaningful places in the world—book shops.
- Breathing Room (Patricia Elam) 45.00php
- Sleep Pale Sister (Joanne Harris) 45.00php
- Cake (Sandra Newman) 45.00php
- A Northern Light (Jennifer Donelly) 75.00php
- Trainwreck (Jeff Nichols) 75.00php
- First French Kiss & other Traumas (Adam Bagdasarian) 45.00php
- Lit Riffs: Writers “cover” songs they love 45.00php
- Red Bird:Poems (Mary Oliver) 45.00php
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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
― Jack Kerouac, On the RoadFor once I want to be the car crash, not just the traffic jam.
Snow Patrol | Headlights On Dark Roads (via juneandafter)I went down to the bookstore this evening
and found myself in the poetry section.
But for every thin book of poems
there was a thick biography of the poet
and an even thicker book
by someone who’s supposed to know
explaining what the poet
is supposed to’ve said and why he didn’t.
So you don’t have to waste your time
on the best the writer could do,
the words he fought the darkness and himself for,
the unequal battle with beauty.
Instead you can read comfortably
about the worst the writer could do:
the mess he made of his life,
how he fought with his family,
cheated on his lovers, didn’t pay his debts
and not only drank too much
but all the stupid things
he ever said to the bartender
just before getting 86′d will be printed for you
and they’re just as stupid
as the things everyone says just before getting 86′d.
The books explaining the poet
are themselves inexplicable.
The students who have to read them
cheat.
I left the poetry section
thinking about burning the bookstore down.
Some of the poet’s work comes from his life, ok.
But most of the poet’s work comes
in spite of his life, in spite of everything,
even in spite of the bookstores.
So I went to the next section
and bought a murder mystery but I haven’t read it yet.
I find I don’t want to know who done it
and why;
I want to do it myself.Julia Vinograd, In the Bookstore (via grammatolatry)
We’re giving away a $100 USD gift card to the fav bookstore of the person who submits the best photo of books as determined by the Book Riot community.
Send us an original creative photo of books - jumbled, stacked, shelved, mached or however. We want to see your prettiest, most…Gemma Arterton as the Assistant
‘… dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.’
Preface to Leaves of Green, page 8 {Walt Whitman}
The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – that you’d thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you’ve never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it’s as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.
The History Boys (via prettybooks)Be humble for you are made of earth.
Be noble for you are made of stars.Serbian proverb (via theorthodoxheretic)
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- Apr 14, 12
Hard to believe that we’re already done with the first quarter of the year, I suppose. So much has already happened, and yet summer still feels like on a standstill. What is irony. I learned so far that books can sometimes be the perfect barometers of days, and I’d like to believe that with every [...]
- Mar 18, 12
I know I have ignored and avoided you like the plague, but Blog, I still love you, and I hope you understand that my life right now is the messiest it has ever been by far in my twenty-one years of existence, so I needed time away to become a better, more improved edition [...]
- Jan 31, 12
It’s high time I give my roots some lovin’, so I figured spending some moolah on buying books by Filipino authors wouldn’t be such a bad idea. I’ve always wanted to support Filipino Literature in my own little way, and of course, as a reader, buying books is obviously the simplest way to do so. [...]
- Jan 31, 12
How do you make me tremendously happy? Send me a boxful of books. Which is exactly what salbehe did to fulfil my Christmas Wishlist for 2011, organized by Prinsesa Musang. Opening that massive package made me understand how long-lost heiresses must’ve felt on primetime dramas whenever their identities get ultimately revealed. Oh, what fortune! I [...]
- Jan 09, 12
…And this is how you open the year with a bang, bibliophile-style. I went on another mad book-shopping spree for the holidays and to gear myself up for a more awesome 2012. Two of these books are written by some of my favourite authors of which I am dying to read more about, like Alice [...]
- Jan 08, 12
I’m very iffy about Romances and I swear it has nothing to do with my apparent lack of experience in the love department. Sure, I sit down for the occasional chick-lit from time to time, but I usually avoid hardcore love stories because most of the time they end up pretty much generic; it’s either [...]
- Dec 25, 11
I’ve been ranting repeatedly on twitter a few weeks back about suddenly getting an influx of wedding invitations, like there’s a national conspiracy being brewed against me. Well, if you ask a girl who just had a boy haircut and has been perpetually single all her life to be a bridesmaid thrice, chances are she’ll [...]
- Dec 07, 11
Yes, I know it’s creepy, beyond delusional, extremely preposterous and what-on-earth-was-I-thinking insane. But indulge me, ok? Haha. So last October 26, a few days after I resigned from work, I decided on cutting my hair too. I think I mentioned in my previous posts that the last time I had an extreme haircut was back [...]
- Nov 25, 11
So on the very day of the deadline, I stumbled upon Prinsesa Musang’s Virtual Exchange Gift idea and I thought it was awesome and how come I’ve only heard about this now and blah blah blah. Anyway, I wanted to give it a try since it’s my first Christmas as a blogger so I want to [...]
- Nov 20, 11
So okay: It really does look like I have abandoned my blog, what with the two-month long hiatus I intentionally gave myself as a gift. And I know that whatever excuse I’m gonna give will sound lame anyway but here’s a brief rundown of my life so far: I recently just resigned from my job [...]
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- Hi, do you have any diary-like books / epistolary books to recommend?Ellen Hopkins books like Glass, Impulse and Burned are the first titles that came to mind. Locally, I think Marla Miniano's freshly released chick-lit novel 'Fan Girl' would be very much appropriate, at least for us. Haha.Asked by marchymarchymarchy. Feb 02, 12
- If you could be one age forever, how old would you be?Three years old for no particular reason.Asked by Formspring Feb 02, 12
- What was the best advice you've ever received?My former literary editor once told me to never apologize for anything I have written.Asked by Mj D. Oct 01, 11
- How many hours do you sleep in a day?I'm a narcoleptic, quite frankly. I sleep for more than half of the day if I could.Asked by Mj D. Aug 27, 11
- What's the weirdest dream you've had?My dreams are somewhat always about missing an airplane flight.Asked by Mj D. Aug 27, 11
- If you weren't doing what you're doing right now. What would you be doing?I'd be travelling different cities around the world like a nomad, practicing how to be a con-artist. Haha.Asked by Kevin Vitug Aug 27, 11
- What is your biggest regret?Being so half-hearted at some of the defining moments of my life. I give up so easily, then. Now, more than ever, I'm learning and learning and learning, that I should be steadfast first before I become anything else. Hee. Dugo. Haha.Asked by Mj D. May 29, 11
- What's your ideal major?as in college major? I should've taken a major in creative writing. hehe. :pAsked by Mj D. Oct 26, 10
- What kind of rockstar would you be?The Morrissey (the tortured lyricist) type, probably? Lol I am not aware of rockstar categories.Asked by Mj D. Oct 23, 10
- What do you think about LOVE and TERRORISM? Hehe.Both of them makes me dream of a Utopian Society. Wait, let me check on my notes, haha.Asked by Alvin Gutierrez Oct 21, 10
- Ang tamad mo magreply sa text.So? hahaha. Joke lang. Fine, Imma do something about it.Asked by Madz Tiongson Oct 20, 10
- Baket ka nga ulet nagshift???Trip lang. Bored nako sa whiteness ng SDA Building eh. Hahaha.Asked by Formspring Oct 20, 10
- If you could live again as a teenager in any decade, which decade would it be?the 60's, most probably. Hahaha. Hippie Love. ♥Asked by Mj D. Oct 18, 10
- You don't write love poems anymore. Why?REALLY? I didn't notice that myself, lol.Asked by Formspring Oct 18, 10
- What's your favorite sad movie?Eeesh, tough question. Dancer in the dark (Danish), El Laberinto del Fauno (Spanish), Departures (Japanese) and Sad Movie (Korean).Asked by Mj D. Oct 17, 10
- Who inspires you the most?Errr...whoever's or whatever's at the most proximate distance from me.Asked by Formspring Aug 15, 10
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