Archive for December, 2006

Books 2006

These are the books I’ve read this year (at least the ones I remember).

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Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden

We lead our lives like water flowing down a hill, going more or less in one direction until we splash into something that forces us to find a new course.

This is why dreams can be such dangerous things; they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes consume us completely.

Adversity is like a strong wind. I don’t mean just that it holds us back from places we might otherwise go. It also tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that afterward we see ourselves as we really are, and not merely as we might like to be.

I’m planning to reread this book before the year ends. It’s beautiful.

2. It’s Not About the Bike
It’s Not About the Bike: My Journey Back to Life by Lance Armstrong

The truth is, if you ask me to choose between winning the Tour de France and cancer, I would choose cancer. Odd as it sounds, I would rather have the title of cancer survivor than winner of the Tour, because of what it has done for me as a human being, a man, a husband, a son, and a father.

Lance Armstrong is one of my heroes.

3. The Wedding
The Wedding by Danielle Steel

I bought this book in front of my school because I was so bored and I wanted to read something simple.

4. Pride and Prejudice
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.

One of my favorite books of all time. Elizabeth Bennet is my idol.

5. Emma
Emma by Jane Austen

A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.

6. Out
Out by Natsuo Kirino

This book gave me the creeps. The descriptions were so elaborate and vivid. I could almost smell the blood.

7. The Perks of Being a Wallflower
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

He’s a wallflower.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don’t know what I would write.

“Do you always think this much, Charlie?”
“Is that bad?”
“Not necessarily. It’s just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.”
“Is that bad?”
“Yes.”

Lovely book. Simple, but speaks volumes.

8. The Tipping Point
The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell

The world—much as we want it to—does not accord with our intuition… Those who are successful at creating social epidemics do not just do what they think is right. They deliberately test their intuition.

In order to make it (an idea) contagious is to alter it in such a way that extraneous details are dropped and others are exaggerated so that the message itself comes to acquire a deeper meaning.

If a window is broken and left unrepaired, people walking by will conclude that no one cares and no one is in charge. Soon, more windows will be broken, and the sense of anarchy will spread from the building to the street on which it faces, sending a signal that anything goes.

This is one of the most helpful books I’ve read related to my course. The writing is very simple. Malcolm Gladwell writes it as it is.

9. A Million Little Pieces
A Million Little Pieces by James Frey

I am an Alcoholic and a Drug Addict and a Criminal.

I’m disappointed that this book turned out to be a lie.

10. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon

Christopher John Francis Boone knows all the countries of the world and their capitals and every prime number up to 7,057. He relates well to animals but has no understanding of human emotions. He cannot stand to be touched. Although gifted with a superbly logical brain, Christopher is autistic. Everyday interactions and admonishments have little meaning for him. Routine, order and predictability shelter him from the messy, wider world. Then, at fifteen, Christopher’s carefully constructed world falls apart when he finds his neighbor’s dog, Wellington, impaled on a garden fork, and he is initially blamed for the killing.

Very interesting, but not so exciting. Sometimes I had to reread parts just so I was sure I had read it.

11. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress
Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie

Hmmm. This was cute.

12. Sputnik Sweetheart
Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami

Writing novels is much the same. You gather up bones and make your gate, but no matter how wonderful the gate might be, that alone doesn’t make it a living, breathing novel. A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.

This was the first Haruki Murakami book I’d read. I’d heard wonderful things about him and his books. I was a bit disappointed. Maybe because I didn’t really get the point of this book.

13. Norwegian Wood
Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

If you only read books that everyone else it reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. That’s the world of hicks and slobs. Real people would be ashamed of themselves for doing that.

I liked this one better.

It’s interesting how on both books that I’ve read by Haruki Murakami, both of the main characters love to write and read.

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The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

“Do we seem as crazy as everyone thinks?”
“Who thinks that?”
She didn’t reply, only stuck her hand out the door to test for rain.
“Cecilia was weird, but we’re not.” And then: “We just want to live. If anyone would let us.”

It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

It still baffles me why the sisters committed suicide. Was it really just because they wanted freedom?

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A New Beginning

I’ve thought a lot about moving blogs and leaving Livejournal for good. I’ve been in LJ for one year and nine months and for that long time, I feel like I’ve written a lot about all that I’ve felt and gone through. I met a lot of good and wonderful people over there, people who’ve helped shape the way I write about certain things. However, I don’t feel that it’s the right avenue for me anymore. I want to improve my writing. I want to write about more things, more serious stuff. So here I am.

I haven’t always been too happy about new beginnings because new beginnings felt like leaving a lot of things behind: people, places, memories. When my family decided to move to BF Homes, I wasn’t sure what to feel. I was 10 years old. I had a lot of friends, playmates in Betterliving, where we used to live, and leaving that seemed like the worst thing that had ever happened to me. Of course I didn’t want to leave. Why would I want to leave a place where I’ve grown up and where I’ve had so many friends? But I didn’t really have much of a say in the matter. I was only a child after all. And so we moved. We moved to a place where I knew no one, a place which was so foreign to me that I stayed inside the house everyday, except when I needed to go to school. I never made friends because I never went out to meet one.

Eventually, though, my resolve crumbled and I started going out of the house. And slowly, I met new people and made new friends. I still kept in touch with old friends from my old home and everything worked out in the end. Right now, I’m completely happy with where we live and feel really blessed with the move.

But there was another new beginning that really shook me. It was when I moved schools, from CSA to DLSZ. The move was for the best because many things weren’t going well at my old school. Friendships weren’t going so well and the distance of the school to my house made me too tired. I agreed with my parents to change schools because it was for the best. But it really scared me to know that I would have to start all over again. I had to make new friends again. I had to get comfortable with the environment. I had to get to know new teachers. There were so many things to get used to that I wasn’t sure I could handle it. The aspect I was most frightened of was the one of making new friends.

There was an experience at my old school that still haunted me at that time. I still couldn’t shake it and it nearly traumatized me. I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to meet real friends. I thought that I was going to have to go through schooling alone. But, of course, it didn’t happen that way. Certain people came up to me, people who until now remain to be some of my closest friends.

I seem to have a friends issue, don’t I? Haha!

Starting all over again isn’t easy for most people. It requires a lot of effort to get used to something new. There’s a lot of fear involved. We’re out of our comfort zone and just can’t wait to go back to it – except we can’t because it is something we have to face and do.

I am glad for all the opportunities for new beginnings I’ve been given. If we hadn’t moved houses, I don’t think that I’d have experienced life with my family like I’ve had. There are a lot of things I like about living in BF Homes. I like the fact that there a church less than a minute’s walk from our house. I like the fact that we live near my tita’s and tito’s houses. I like the fact that we’re near Ruins, which is a tiangge that my family and I love to go to. I like the fact that there’s Sinangag Express nearby. And there’s so much more!

Being a Lasallian has taught me so many things and has given me so many great experiences. I’ve met some of the best people I’ve known in that school, which I’m very grateful for. Ifeel truly blessed that I’ve been given an opportunity to study there.

I think going to college is the new beginning I’m most grateful for. I’m having the experience of my life and I’m glad that it’s not yet over (although it nearly is!).

I now love new beginnings. I love the fresh starts and the beautiful things it has brought into my life. I’m looking forward to more.

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