The One about Now

A blog that seemed to have lost it’s hunger to be heard. Or better yet, to be read.
While I seem to moving on to what seems to be a greener pasture, doubts still cloud my mind. But I guess everything’s going to fall into place.
So many changes, in so little time. I’m trying to get myself more into writing nowadays. Talking on the phone for too long have perhaps drained the life out of me. But it’s all good. I hope.

More comprehensive updates coming soon.

Can’t wait to watch Percy Jackson and The Olympians. I just think Annasophia Robb would have been perfect to play Annabeth Chase. Oh well.

The One About Solitude

I no longer feel the excitement and belongingness. I no longer have the strength to fully understand or comprehend what is happening around me.
I can not seem to separate myself from myself. I have lost all sense of faith and hope.
This is not something that they have done but of what I had.

This is one of those moments where I feel the need to be preoccupied.
This is one of those abrupt pauses in my life where I have to stop and reflect and worry about the world I live in.
The halt hinders me from moving on forward. I’m losing balance.
I suddenly feel so out of it.I didn’t connect with people. I merely

I can not bring myself to tell anyone of this for I fear judgment and criticism.
For I know well deep inside what is to become of their words.
And this awareness deeply saddens me. For I know that in spiritual guidance alone can I find self-content.

The One About Books

Books

I’m on a hunt for a good book. I’m so bored that I’ve finished books by Meyer. Quite ironic really. I’ve sworn off the book as something merely for kids. I saw the movies before the book. But still, it didn’t change my perspective on the book. Entertaining but doesn’t give that much of an insight. The details were not really enough to feed my mind. Although I hate to admit it, I wanted to read the whole saga thing. And I did. Even at work, I read in between them.
I guess I’ve read too many Ludlum, Brown and Coelho books that I’ve been too prejudicial about Meyer’s books. But it’s all good. No harm done there. She’s a good writer in her own right, for those whose minds that doesn’t want to be challenged.
I went to this bookshop yesterday, and I saw a lot of books with cool covers. Although I sensed that the stories were pretty much in line with vampires and secret societies with mystical artifacts, I figured it’ll be a bore.
Still, I need to get my hands on a good book. Plots filled with conspiracy, mystery, or even philosophical.
And since I don’t have enough time to read the real thing (hardbound book or so), I wouldn’t mind ebooks. I can read it while I’m working.
Why the sudden urgency to find a good read?
I feel like my brain’s falling off my head. Like I’m losing knowledge every minute. Losing my mind? Funny, but not like that.
I’ve been so busy with work, the party, and our production number that it’s taking it’s toll on my body. So much for keeping myself occupied all the time. Now rather than beating myself up, I’d want to challenge my mind this time.
I just feel that I’m being left out on something.

Got suggestions?