Tag Archives: Books

Commuter’s idealism and finding one’s self.

I am a commuter, not between the city and the village, although I do this frequently; not between the inane idealism of the classroom and the stifling reality beyond it, which I must do for survival and self-respect. I am … Continue reading

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Snippets and Digressions: on dating and the self.

This weekend went by pretty fast. Yesterday I made breakfast for the Hobbitses who own this place I’m renting. They’re newlyweds about to have a child of their own and I can’t contain my excitement over this. We had toast … Continue reading

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Shadowlands.

The foreigner, precisely by going to another country, brings a whiff of a different world into the lives of the locals he meets. From that point on, both are in the shadowland that lies between the existence we lead and … Continue reading

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Digressions and Men Within My Head.

Tonight, after cooking dinner and settling down to eat, I picked up a copy of Jonathan Lee’s Fifty Great Escapes. Not to be deceived by the title, I bought this at Booksale because of Lee’s definition of travel which he … Continue reading

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As rare as they come.

My first rare book–an 1883 illustrated copy of Error’s Chains by Frank S. Dobbins. All 130 years of it sitting on my bed waiting to be read. I’m at a loss tonight because I had a few more posts in … Continue reading

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January Doldrums.

Apparently, there’s a term for this feeling and it’s called January doldrums. The holidays have just passed, resolutions have been broken just as quickly as they’ve been made and all I’m really doing is waiting for summer so I can … Continue reading

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Library Science: How I became an explorer of the world.

Today I travelled closer to home, to a paradise of forgotten letters. The National Library of the Philippines along T. M. Kalaw street has entranced me since I first walked into its high-ceilinged halls. At the time, I tried to appear … Continue reading

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Sunday mumbling.

Ate so much for dinner and am now suffering a massive headache…it must have been the coffee or the ab-workout that came as a result of all those jokes. I now know all the Ilocano words for a man’s impotence … Continue reading

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About the reading.

Anna Karenina sits idly on the shelf. My yellow Hello Kitty bookmark  rests between pages of an encounter between Count Vronksy and Anna. It’s a little bit past the first time any hint of romance between the two has been … Continue reading

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Hopes and Turkish delights.

For the most part, I think the reading life has been full of surprises and pleasant ones, at that. In a previous post I remember talking about how the arrangement of books on a shelf has been akin to keeping … Continue reading

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Sometimes Clark Kent > Superman.

Maybe I had a “secret identity”, but then when you think about it, don’t we all? A part of ourselves very few people ever get to see. The part we think of as “me”. The part that deals with the … Continue reading

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Suddenly feeling very lonely.

I might have asked for it last Friday but I’m too ashamed to admit what that was all about. Rejection leaves a bad taste in the mouth and often, it’s hard to know who is being more courageous: the person … Continue reading

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