blanca-thiSandThat: November 2008

blog award

a long overdue post

Thanks so much to the great writer MyAutumnDream for she has nominated me for this award. This is very much appreciated. So I now pass it on to the following bloggers:

MyAutumDream

The Seeker

I love the blogs of these people and I'm glad to pass this award onto them!

All they need to do is to leave the following message on their post when they pass the award on to their chosen eight bloggers:They all are charmed with the blogs, where in the majority of its aims are to show the marvels and to do friendship; there are persons who are not interested when we give them a prize and then they help to cut these bows; do we want that they are cut or that they propagate? Then let's try to give more attention to them! So with this prize we must deliver it to 8 bloggers that in turn must make the same thing and put this text.

letters to a young poet

thanks to vera for lending me her book -- "letters to a young poet" by rainer maria rilke. a book one can read over and over again. true enough that i bought my own copy.

"...for what i could say about your tendency to doubt or about your inability to bring your outer and inner lives into harmony or about all the other things that oppress you -: is just what i have already said: just the wish that you may find in yourself enough patience to endure and enjoy simplicity to have faith; that you may gain more and more confidence in what is difficult and in your solitude among other people. And for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right . always."

at the bottom

i was just reminded that it's the season once again. and like what i wrote last year, i don't exactly look forward to it. i feel more lethargic. like, i want to go some place else and just wait till it's 2009. so 2009, please hurry up.

red laptop bag

yey, i'm going to buy that red laptop bag today. better hurry up!
thanks to The Seeker who inspires me, love those shoes.

thanks for the memories

i started reading cecelia ahern when brother vince lend me a copy of Rosie Dunne. i love the story that i bought a copy for my boyfriend as a gift. i am indeed a cecelia ahern loyal fan, i have copies of all her books, watched P.S. I love You and Samantha Who as well.

Rosie Dunne reminds me of the exchange of text messages, e-mails, conversations I had with Elias. (or should i say, i was reminded of Rossie Dunne when i had an unending exchange of messages with Elias, since the book came first before the bf). P.S. I Love You is a light and heart warming read. If You Could See Me Now is an interesting reminder of our imaginary friend. and A Place Called Here has been a favorite phrase since I first read it. i have been waiting for a copy of Thanks for the Memories since i first heard about it in her website, imagine how excited i was when i finally have a copy.

"Joyce nearly lost everything else, a marriage in pieces and lost her baby. but she survived the terrible accident and now, inexplicably, she can remember faces she has never seen, cobblestone Parisian streets she's never visited. a sudden, overwhelming sense of deja vu have Joyce feeling as if her life is not her own. Justin, on the other hand, decides to donate blood, the first thing to come straight from his heart in a long time. from a failed marriage, he chased his ex-wife and daughter from chicago to london. and now, restless & tired, he lectures college students in dublin. everything changed with arrival of anonymous presents that will launch Justin into a heart of mystery and forever alter two lives."

the story, i must say, is predictable and it's not as interesting as the other books. but, i so love the cover and like i said, i am an unconditional ahern fan. this doesn't stop me from looking forward to reading The Gift which is already available in UK. i wonder when i can find it in the local store, ahhh..

thanks for the memories... "how is it possible to know someone you've never met?"

drink IQ

drink responsibly, it's a global thing

moving too fast

during our busiest days, time seems never enough. we, often times, hope we can freeze time and try to grasp the seconds. we move too fast.

we need to slow down. when we do, each second ticks a little longer than the usual.

"open your eyes a little wider and look at everything. take it all in. remember people, times and occassions gone by. allow everything you see to remind you of something"

waiting

The butterfly counts not months, But moments