Continued from here.
ten books i have yet to read
1. Elie Wiesel’s Night
2. William Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury
3. Fyodor Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment
4. Nick Joaquin’s The Woman Who Had Two Navels
5. CS Lewis’ Mere Christianity
6. Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
7. Salman Rushdie’s Satanic Verses
8. JRR Tolkien’s Silmarillon
The least a writer could do is to find the right words that could best capture a fleeting thought in his head, preserve an important memory or freeze a moment in time. I did not know what I was thinking when I made a highschool classmate this yearbook caption:
Talk to your taxi drivers because like you, they also are trying to find their way around in this world. You will be surprised with what they can talk about - their heart-warming stories about their growing kids, their conspiracy theories about a controversial government transaction or even their classified information about a local politician.
This is Bonsooi, our newest family member. You can see more pictures of him here.
I asked him where he lived. “Lorega,” he answered. “Layo na?” (Is that far?). I don’t know why I even asked the last two questions when I already knew the answers at the back of my head. I thought to myself that by continuing this small talk, I could ease the heavy pang of guilt that’s already chewing inside me.
There’s a lot more to blogging than the site meter, or the blogroll, or the eye candy interfaces. At the end of the day, the form and the numbers will not matter as long as the message has been effectively conveyed.
At a young age of 21, Jeffrey has been in and out of jail for at least five times. He was your typical streetkid. If he is not aimlessly begging, he is either sniffing solvent with his friends to forget their hunger, or he is involved in a “rumble”…
Much to my surprise, I found myself riding an L300 van bound for Calamba, a small town in Misamis Occidental. It was a choice I did not embrace readily for at least two reasons: convenience and safety. This van particularly defied its intended seating capacity. We were already 22 on that trip but the konduktor (or the person that collects the fares) claimed there is still room for 3 more passengers.
While putting up the banderitas for our Christmas party, we were silently hoping that the super typhoon Reming would spare our office parking lot her fury. By mid-afternoon, we were almost finished with our physical arrangements – the stage was already propped up, the instruments were finally tuned and…
The documentary made me realized that compared to some humans, the penguins have a strong sense of responsibility (parenting), teamwork (They have to rely on each other for warmth in a fierce snowstorm.) and selflessness (The males practically do not eat for over four months in incubating their unborn chick.)