I read my blog archive and cleaned it up. I realized that I had a lot of rants and curses and also good things to say, but I have to somehow filter them. Maybe it's too late. I know some people have already seen them, but I'm still relieved that now they could be reviewed and I won't worry if there's objectionable content. I was such a different person before. Better and worse both.
I also had some sort of violence in my posts. Blood and gore and anger. Like I blogged about wanting to kill Hitler all over again because he caused the death of millions of people in WWII, including Anne Frank.
I don't want anyone reading about that anymore, especially if I wrote it. I'm really a sweet girl in person, y know.
And I also traced my way of thinking two to three years ago, and my ideas too. Somehow, I was looking for some things that I can say I only found now. It explains a lot of things.
I'm reading Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Jean Webster's Daddy Long Legs. Since I missed out on my reading this school year, blame the Busy Bee Syndrome, I felt like returning to the timeless classics. I usually don't want to read what most people are reading. I want to feel like I have a world of my own, and that no one shares it with me except the dead author.
A person has to read more if her favorite stuff are only Dan Brown's or JK Rowling's. They are not the only writers in the world, y know.
When I was younger, I was so in love with Charles Dickens' works, but I could only understand the abridged versions. I've read more than half of his novels, I guess.
I feel bad that my sisters don't like the classics; they're missing out much. Gail is obsessed with Lemony Snicket's books. She's read them all, including the Unauthorized Autobiography. Kim's into chick lit. I want to stop her! My only relief is that she's quickly maturing and beginning to pick a more "serious" book than the last. Much progress, really - from Gossip Girl to Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Go figure.
People can make out how different our personalities are, though we were brought up in the same house by the same parents. One way to see it is by the books we read. Like I'm much into non-fiction now. I like real world matters. Kim likes romantic, teeny reads. Gail has her nose on fantasy and children's lit.
And I buy their books too! Sometimes I risk the possibility of being broke for a day just to buy them books. They have to read!
Campaign to trash the Net and TV.
One day...
Kim: (shouting suddenly) Abnormal!
me: Sino? Ako?
Kim: Hindi. Itong Toblerone, ang kunat kasi.
me: Hehe. Kala ko ako.
Kim: Kasama ka na don.
Gail: hahahaha!
me: (glaring, with narrowed eyes)
Another day ...
Kim enters the room
me: (on the computer) Hi Kim! Lalalalala!
Kim: Abnormal ka.
And another ...
me: (rapping Eminem's "Sing for the Moment" complete with gangsta moves)
Kim: Ate, tigilan mo nga yan! Nakakahiya ka!
And yet another ...
me: Kim, what kind of sister do you think I am?
Kim: The worst.
me: (holding up a pack of chips) Kim, what kind of sister do you think I am?
Kim: (sinister grins) The best! (grabs the pack).
Alright, yeah!
I should be visiting blogs more regularly now.
Anyway, I saw this at Fully Booked. I wanted to get it for my future kids (or for me?). hihihi.
The Roald Dahl Treasury.It has all the colored illustrations kids (and we) would love, and all the stories too! But of course, nothing as great as this does not come with a price. It's almost three thousand bucks. Or was it already P3000 plus plus?
