Books

I know... promised to update about my hennessy nights and all the partying but then again... i've this urge to pour out words within my head... i had this terrific day with my beloved... we overslept... did what we should be doing... i went for my basketball and she went for her jogging and it was a perfect day... and of course we treasure more of a perfect day when we encounter glitches in which we realized to have made us see things differently...

books are somehow an outlet for the author or writer that have been wanting to share what they have felt, let it be fiction or non-fiction. we all read the same piece of writing in contrast to what we've been through the years -- we would feel or perceive differently on the very same phrase that we've read, hence the emergence of literature. thus the need for discussion and how we justify how we feel over the matter at hand.

things in life as we see now might just be another chapter in a stranger's mind--secretly wanting to live our life but never knowing what we have to do to get it or how hard is it to maintain it. we all look at each other on the street like they meant nothing, as though they are merely people that meant no significance in your life. just as we would want to think and consider a person that seem to have swept you off your feet, come the question of wanting to ? or desired to? love as first sight? doesn't it all sounds cliche or more like a romance novel.

i've a confession to make, i do not read as much as most people think i've as i seldom get to finish those books. i would frantically read through the book, dieing to know the ending but the weird part about me is that i read really fast that i would most certainly miss crucial details about the characters and how they have interacted with each other. as close as i would feel about how these fictional strangers would be in the story, there are times when i am able to relate myself to how these peculiar feelings are emitted through myself.

despite my non-sensational urge to finish every single book i start, i am often distracted mid-way. i know, it is not a good thing to be as i have all these weird habits that i wish would be eliminated but they have brought great outcome over the years of which i do not wish to share at this moment. i've this little advantage over most people, i'm a quick learner at most of the things in life but there's this little catch--i am unable to further improve once i reach a certain level. there's this little loophole over this disfunctional ability i have; leave it, abandon it or totally ignore it for a certain period and get right back at it and i would be able to further upgrade myself for another level.

*some says this is what they would prefered to be dubbed "jack of all trades, master of none"

we often read and they prompt thoughts and emotions in which you would like to share but there are so many instance where we just lose all we want in life to just express ourself without the fear of losing something. a phrase i picked up lately, "if love is about letting go, then you would have to pry open my fingers".

what we've is what we're blessed with, what we're given are what we're about to take. make no haste in feelings and yet when you do, perhaps it is what make you feel truely--fall in love.

p/s: i've intention of starting up some sort of club for avid readers or at least people who enjoy reading and sharing.... ^_^ a book club? or perhaps we can have it as a "Discuss, Share and Express Club (DSEC)" cool? ahaha

love is not what we assume,

nor is it what we expect,

it is not what we hope,

it is how we live with it.