What do you do All day?

I chanced upon this book while I was browsing through Booksale in search of a second-hand “Perfume”. I’m trying to find every book in the “1,001 books you must read before you die” list. I was debating on whether to get “The Color Purple” or “What Do you do all day?” and I finally purchased the latter, thinking I’ve glossed its title over the 1,001 list. Surprise, surprise. I reviewed the list come Monday to cross it out (yeah, I know what a geek I am) and I realized it wasn’t there.

Anyway, I’ve been reading through a couple of chick lit recently and I enjoyed reading this book. It’s about the modern American stay-at home mom who most of the time thinks about the things they miss when they decide to stay at home completely with their kids. The thing I liked about the book is that it’s not at all dramatic, no woe-is-me moments. It’s narrated in a breezy tone; humorous and well-written. The kind of book that’s simple enough to capture the mundane, so that the readers also understand well enough the dilemmas presented in the plot.

I guess the gist of the novel is that you cannot have the best of both worlds. Working mom or housewife, there will be certain things that you will need to sacrifice once you’ve chosen which path you want to take. The key is in appreciating what it is you’ve got and find a way to fill in what you think is missing.

It was a good weekend read. I also liked the popsicle-stained book cover. :)

Blog Lag.

Four-month lag, that is.

In between February and June were a flurry of things I got caught up with. I've put up a new travel and food blog, got a lot of work done, survived a hideous looking haircut, watched as my thesis partner moved to Singapore,and quarreled with good old friends while on vacation. All in four months' work.

I kept putting off writing in this side of the web because I might just be babbling away (like right now)insignificant things just for the sake of writing something in this blank space. But, hey, this is my blog. Heehee.

The thing is, the fact that I'm writing here means I need to practice writing again. Being on blog leave doesn't necessarily (or at all) sharpen my writing skills (if I have any, at all). So, you can expect more 'regular' posts here from now on. And no more, 4 month lag in the near future.

A one-paragraph reaction to Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief

Too many characters and scenes omitted. I didn't expect the movie to be faithful to the book version but at least they could've kept the important characters such as Ares, Mr. D., the Oracle, Clarisse, and most especially Kronos. Without Kronos, there was really no point to it at all. There was even no mention of the prophecy. How do they propose to build up/connect to the other installments without the Titan and the prophecy, then?

Stalker files

I'm a stalker. Sheesh.

It's not that hard to admit it, especially if you're not the 'I'll-follow-you-to-your-house-and-scare-the-wits-out-of-you' type of stalker. I'm just someone who likes to stalk people by viewing their facebook profiles every waking day.

Yes, I'm caught up with the social networking hullabaloo of our lifetimes. It's a very good distraction on a slow workday. And, sometimes, I think I'm a little obsessed with this social networking phenomenon. I always challenge myself to log-off entirely for even just a single day; to resist the urge to socialize virtually, to dispel the notion of stalking people on Plurk, Facebook, etc. But really, I always fail. Or if I manage to log-off for half an hour, I'm either really busy working or feeding another addiction - playing PvsZ.

It's funny how people seem to include SN in their daily routines; to think that the Internet was just invented 10 years ago or so (I'm not sure exactly when so correct me if I'm wrong). It makes me wonder if SN sites are just another fad until some better invention or site will take over. Or will I stalk people forever? Substitute face-to-face communication with chat, Plurk, or Twitter? Hump, I don't know the answer.

One Word: Thumbtack

It was painful like a thorn stuck in your thumb. She did not know what to say. She looked at him with a blank stare. And in return he glared at her. The air was filled with tension so intense that it was hard to breathe.

One for the Books: The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs

Question from the reading guide: In your opinion, what is the main lesson of The Friday Night Knitting Club?

Answer: It's to give everyone - including yourself- a chance. Within the core of this book lies the central theme of forgiveness.
The Friday Night Knitting Club is a collection of women, each with a different story to tell. It is set in a New York Knitting shop called Walker and Daughter. Its owner, Georgia Walker, is a single mom trying to raise her bi-racial daughter named Dakota. She had her share of grief as the people she loved most either left or betrayed her - first her bestfriend Cat (who ditched her for college) and then, her boyfriend James who ran away when she told him she was pregnant. Her life changes when these two characters walk back in her life demanding her attention, and most of all, her forgiveness.
I was never one for chick lit/drama books. Nonetheless, I loved reading this book. Maybe because it talks about friendship as much as it talks about second chances and forgiveness.Also, I loved how the different women, with personal outlooks of their own, synergized and settled their differences through an old/traditional activity-knitting.

Final words: Life is what you make it and it's up to you how to knit or purl yours.

Hmmm...Makapag-blog nga.

'Yown. Naisip ko lang kasi anorexic na tignan tong blog ko.

Kaya i-popost ko na lang 'tong sinulat ko sa OneWord today.

Keyword: Snap

"And then she snapped. Just like that. All her hidden anger burst in one spastic shot. She looked at him with deadly eyes, with a coldness he could feel even if he's far from her."

That's all I can write in 60 seconds about "Snap". It seems pretty lame. I don't know, I just can't seem to have the gusto to write anymore. I'm not even making sense.