If you were a book, what are you?

If I were a book, I would be 'Eat Pray Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert. The minute I first read the book's brief description at the back cover, I instantly thought it is a nice book to read. Plus there's 'International Bestseller' on the cover. To be a bestseller must have been something to say that a book is of best quality, entertaining and reaches the heart of the readers.

The book is actually a memoir of Elizabeth's travel to three countries with names happened to start with letter 'I'. The course of her travels happened within 1 year, spending 4 months in each country. In chronological order, the countries she visited and lived were Italy, India and Indonesia. The travel was a soul-searching kind of activity after a difficult divorce that along her journey, she found self-restoration of some sort and the journey did not end without her finding the answers and happiness that she was looking for.

Elizabeth's thoughts were my thoughts in so many ways. I was stunned at how she actually put these thoughts into words, vividly. I thought she was my voice. I thought she was writing in behalf of me. I thought she was me.

What I like about Elizabeth apart from her creativeness and eloquence in writing her memoir is that she is really funny. She makes it a point that she doesn't bore her readers. And it is true, I read the book without any sense of boredom at any given moment. In fact, I did not want to finish reading it as I enjoyed every page so much.

How about you? Have you thought what book are you?

Being sane is insanity

1. Waiting is torturous, especially if you do not know what you are waiting for.
2. It is difficult to muster reading somebody's mind because you end up theorizing based on fleeting shared encounter. You might end up believing with a wrong theory.
3. To trust or to doubt somebody's sincerity is a dilemma to me.
4. Some people find it difficult to be consistent...maybe because; 1) they are really inconsistent by nature, 2) they are having second thoughts of the things they should be consistent about or 3) they are just into a 'mode' other than being consistent. Who's predictable anyway?
5. Why do I keep on writing when I promised not to write for a while (Because you see I write about non-sense things.)
6. Well, what can I do? I love writing. I don't care if I wrote non-sense and shallow. I didn't promise the world anything anyway.
7. I can't write when I'm happy. I usually write when I'm bothered. I am bothered a lot lately thus the blithering.
8. Behind this happy disposition and open-mindedness lies thread of inhibitions. I refuse to cry lest they think I'm weak. It is with only one can I cry a river of tears...because it is only He who can wipe those tears away to make me feel better beyond compare.
9. I wondered when can be the next time. Will there be?
10. I look forward for a wonderful conversation and then benefit insight from each other's wisdom (who's the other each?)
11. I want to be away with the fairies for a while.
12. Total surrender was spinning in my mind today. I want to surrender to HIM everything. I want HIM to take control of my life. I am excited for His blessings.
13. Smile...smile...smile...'cause there's no way for me to look better than to smile. Hahaha!

All roads lead to Rome

This phrase was like a post-it in the bulletin board of my mind, never fails to remind me of our planned Roman holiday this coming Eid, by God's will. Oh yeah, this post-it just made me giggle with excitement at the thought of it.

I love to travel, who doesn't? If I were just given the luxury to travel to any places at my fancy, I would definitely make my way to my favorite places, most of them situated in the European continent. There's Paris, the most romantic city as they say. Though I'm not much after of the romantic aura the city exudes or finding, for that matter, a Parisian man kissing me with a French kiss or holding hands while walking in front of Eiffel Tower...I just love the city because the city is a work of art itself. Just magnificent! There's a lot more in my list about the magnificent (sorry for the redundance) places in Europe which I guess you travel monsters (pardon again my french) are familiar of, if not been there already.

But nothing beats the Roman touch for me now. That's why if there's a European city I would have to visit first, definitely it's Rome, Paris next (Does it sound like Angels and Demons first, the Da Vinci Code next? Though between the two movies, I pretty much like latter more. What good is the former without the latter, the reason why the latter became a movie first despite being a sequel to the former novel...I think...pardon this segue.)

Anyway...

Europe, a dream to make a reality...a place to see...a place to be..But of course, reality check, I am not that fortunate enough to do all these travel pamperings. It's okey! I'm satisfied having it one day at a time. No one bites the whole apple in one time anyway! (Does this comparison make sense?)

A couple of friends and I are planning to spend the Eid holiday in Rome. And as I said, I am really excited for this at the point of dying if this wouldn't push through. The problem with me is when I become over-excited, the thing I am excited about wouldn't happen...it gets screwed up to my dismay. This one, I've been praying hard to happen smoothly as planned without stumbling blocks along the way. So relax (Please God, please! heheh!)

All roads lead to Rome! My roommates often hear me saying this when topic about Rome besieged our conversation. I mean this has both literal and figurative meaning. Literally, of course the Roman Empire built those roads that lead to it. Figuratively, it could mean many ways depending on how you interpret it. But for me, it could only mean this way: my path is paved and headed to Rome on Eid holiday this September, the hell I care with my boss, by hook or by crook, I'm gonna be there! My feet already stand in awe at the Roman soil. LOL!

Roma qui vengo! That is, i'm not mistaken, Rome here I come!

CIAO!!!