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From apartmenttherapy.com
Showers of May
BEFORE THE MONTH ENDS
1. Accomplish the “friends” directory
2. Remove “unnecessary” books on the shelves (pile them all in a box)
3. Organize the shelves (specify books and their worth)
4. Complete “Project No. 1”
5. Make a new sewing kit
I prefer rainy days than Mondays, a great excuse now that I am free as a bird to stay home and enjoy the loneliness. No need to fuzz about what to wear, just dump on anything that makes you warm. Now what to do with this chaotic room? If you’re going out, don’t forget your umbrella, or just leave, you’ll never know when a stranger will come and share his/her. Just like in the movies.
I started my blogging spree last year. My internship hunt led me into this dark abyss of hopelessness and mutation-loss. It was that time of the year when my mind became too preoccupied by a single human being. Each day, I would post a new “update” of my whereabouts, sentiments in this ever-changing world of a student, some re-blog objects that raised my interest and also included some amateur writing.
The change took place: I am online most of the time (not my usual routine) that people really were in awe for some time. Updated with the latest summer photo uploaded, never missing a comment where my name was tagged among others. I became the ideal online version of myself. But then again, everything changes, and so are my habits. No more blogging, checking e-mails for notifications, reading incessantly of particular blogs, and everything that concerns a particular.
I can live for months without ever complaining of not having internet connection at home. Even cellphones are mere contraptions only needed if you are outside your much-loved home. Don’t get me wrong here. I still feel some excitement whenever my family dines in “wifi-fied” restaurant and access the Web. Now I see to it that all my e-mail accounts are updated (to save me from clicking 1000+ e-mails) and I’m quite contented with that, thank you very much.
I have blogging urges once in awhile, thus this blabbing. Just to keep my self from sewing, reading or thinking all day. No hard feelings. Ciao.
The Art of Racing in the Rain is the story of a family’s triumphs and tragedies told through the eyes of the family dog, Enzo.
I started reading this book towards the end of last year, got about 1/4 of the way in and ended up misplacing it. I found it a few months back and picked it up on Friday, thinking I would hopefully get back in to it.
I couldn’t and wouldn’t put it down again.
Ironically, the cats woke me up around 4:30 this morning and I couldn’t go back to sleep so I just decided to finish it.
Picture me at 5:30am, tears streaming down my cheeks, a nose blowing, hot mess of emotions.
If you have a dog that you adore or just plain want a good read (though I will tell you, it is heartbreaking at several points throughout the book), read this and don’t lose it halfway through like I did.
I highly recommend it.
I started reading this a few weeks ago, then my mother wanted to read it, so I let her finish it first. Just splendid.
I prefer hugging than kissing on the cheeks. I like eating than drinking. I’d rather sleep than wait for someone to go online. I want to be alone than going out with many people. I enjoy train rides than bus trips. Receiving text messages than answering calls. Then he came. And made me think of exceptions.
"Nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun."
— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via literaturesluts)
(Source: literaturesluts, via teachingliteracy)
I saw this book in a bookstore and showed it to my sister with glee.(by Abby Castelo)
(via noseinabook)
House Dreaming
This is where I imagined it to be. How it will look like. “Our” dream house. Clean white-washed walls of wood, that matches the location of the house, the environment. This is where we can rest, be together, eat good food, and fill each part of it with laughter and warm conversations. The place we will forever call home.
Photography by Magnus Anesund, read more about him and his brilliant works: http://www.soderbergagentur.com/photographers/magnus-anesund/
