(Free) Falling

I find us boring with a twist. We are not together, no, physically and romantically. But I am sure that the thing between us sparkles as bright as a red-string tied into our littlest fingers--that is if we are meant to be. We are boring in a way that you like Philosophy while I like Literature; we both don't watch TV; we both hate politics and the news. It is that kind of boredom that keeps us talking every single night. Our 6-hour timezone distance does not hinder us to keep being boring as we talk about boring things. I like you. You are smart, adorable, a dork. I like you. Because you are as boring as I do. I have never written anything like this for a long time. This post may be boring, yes, but as I think of you right now while writing this, it is that kind of boredom that makes me feel like free falling again. Free falling--a way of writing--or free falling--falling free in the depths of love. That sounded boring, didn't it?

Friends, Meet My Books

Even before the New Year begins, I already made a list of goals that I must accomplish until the first half of the year (I have a reason for this, lol). One of those goals is to read ALL the books that I own before my deadline. Of all the books that I have, I only managed to finish one this month: Mario Vargas Llosa’s The Bad Girl, and right now, I am starting another one. This time, it’s Lisa See’s Snowflower and the Secret Fan.

Anyway, I made this post not only to show everyone my reading progress (and/or even reviews about the books), but also to list down the books that I have and willing to share, even give. ­Give, because even though I will still find these books useful in the future, I want them to be in good hands instead of just stacking them in my non-existent bookshelf. So, if any of you are interested with the books, let me know and I'll share them with you after I read them.

Some books were already "reserved" to those people whom I know would need and take care of these books as much as I did. You can also borrow the reserved ones, as long as I haven't given them to their new parents yet.

To you, who wants any of these books, please do me a favor: take good care of them as if they're family.

Here is my list of books (that I can remember so far). I will update this list from time to time since I still have to sort them out, and for everyone to know what has been taken. Books with marks like this mean they are already reserved:

- The Bad Girl by Mario Vargas Llosa

- Snowflower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See

- The Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan

- A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

- Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes

- Bella Tuscany by Frances Mayes

- The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

- Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

- Bird Cloud by Annie Proulx

- Flight to Arras by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
- Flash House by Aimee Liu
- A Long Way from Verona by Jane Gardam
- White Jade and Other Stories by Alex Kuo
- Classics for Pleasure by Michael Dirda (book for Literary Criticism)
- Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
- Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
- Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
- Romantic Literature (1790-1830) edited by Geoff Ward
- The Art of Time in Fiction by Joan Siber


Let me know if you want any. :)

Thoughts Before 2013 Ends

Two months from now, I would start worrying about the things that will happen in the next two months after that.

Four months from now and if I get what I wish for, I would stop worrying about waking up early during Monday mornings.

Four months from now, I would start worrying about the things that will happen for the rest of 2014.

Six to seven months from now, it would be a matter of firsts.

Six to seven months from now, it would be a matter of indefinite temporariness.

But before it happens, right now, I should be preparing.

The red carpet will soon be set for new beginnings. Beginnings that are just waiting at the other end where I am currently standing. It's waiting for me, I can see it. I must start walking before the light goes out.

His Point of View

These are the things I wish you would think and realize, 5 years from now.

That feeling you get when you think...

That everything you do is not good enough.

That you are always the second best.

That you are losing hope.

That you want to be away from the world, far from people who judge you.

That you always complain, yet you still do what you complain about.

That everything is a competition.

That you cannot escape from this kind of reality.

That only you can change your own fate.

That the feeling you get when you think about that feeling will take you nowhere.