Hanami Party

Let's appreciate the beauty of a small flower.

I'm downright cynical

I could easily read people and their intentions—so why should I trust them? And they wear lies like their skin.

Statement of the Night

We have to be honest to ourselves once in a while. :)

MONTH-END SALE TO COMMEMORATE OUR MONTH-LONG EXISTENCE IN THE VIRTUAL WORLD

When you sell a man a book you don't sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue—you sell him a whole new life.—Christopher Morley

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For the love of books and reading,

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Of Reading and Responsibilities

Realization: Responsibilities are like a closet of wardrobes. Sometimes you forget you have a twirly skirt or a pair of acid wash jeans since you're accustomed with the latest fashion. It is unlikely though that you will forget your favorites: tattered skinny jeans or overgrown tee. Others, on the contrary, are lost in a massive lump of clothes.



It's a responsibility to read. I'm a willing slave. Even though there are responsibilities, which need immediate attention, reading is inserted between jeepney rides, classes, afternoon naps, and daydreams.

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.
—Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss

Late-night Introspection

Toxic emotions, such as anger, envy, can sully one's sunny disposition. Avoid them and their instigators.

Good night everyone. Don't chase dreams, let dreams chase you.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
—Snow Patrol, "Chasing Cars"

Another Gift

If you asked me for the best idea for gifts, the answer is constant and elegantly simple: books. Books are worlds contained in sheets.

A gift from a writer mentor who is based in Oman, Iraq. Yes, words and poetry connect us.

Alive

I'll make my blogger alive again.

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Random Thought of the Day:

Behind every window, there's space, occupied or empty. :-)