8/365: a girl who reads

A few days ago, I visited the library after its renovation. I was there to get reference books for my new lessons for the final term. I took out three books that afternoon: 1 reference book for stress management (one of my lessons for Special Topics) and the other two were self-help books... for me! I love to read. I really do. I think it is my love for it that prompted me to write. Oh well, if only I had more time in my hands right now.

The shot:

I googled 'library' today because I am feeling lazy and did not take any post-worthy pictures. I woke up at around 10am, went out to run a few errands this afternoon, attended mass (my favorite priest, Father Louie is back! Yipee! :D) and checked projects for the rest of the day. I was pondering on what to post so that I will not skip a day and I decided to share something that I've read recently instead. BTW, please forgive me for not giving credits where it is due in the past. Let me redeem myself starting with this post. I got this picture from: http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Gallery-of-the-Old-Library-Trinity-College-Dublin-County-Dublin-Eire-Ireland-Posters_i2650006_.htm

The story:

No long post today, also. Haha, I just really wanted to share this very interesting piece I read yesterday. I read a few lines from this blog that I have been following since I was in second year college. You can read the entire post by clicking the title: You should date an illiterate girl.

My favorite lines here would be:

The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold.

HAHA, is there any other way to live your life?

To the fullest it is, then. =)

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I have always loved reading. No, I don't necessarily mean school text books. I love to read almost anything that I get my hands on whether it be a copy of the day's paper, an old magazine at the doctor's clinic, a dusty book off a friend's collection or a bestseller sitting on top of a bookstore's shelf. Given the right book, I could sit still in a corner losing sense of both time and even hunger. I would happily travel to places, to what have beens and could have beens, to the past, future and even to avenues surpassing the limits of time.


It is this love that developed in me the passion for writing as well. I would have pursued writing as a career if only I was not convinced that teaching was my one true love. I still dream of becoming a writer. The Bo-Sanchez-kind-of-writer. I am not very acquainted with the technicalities or the terminologies of the craft but the thought of influencing -- in many ways, educating -- people through the written word excites me.

I promised myself that I would blog as often as I can about almost any subject I can think of but I was almost always limited by time. Or maybe, just limited by my excuses. I just knew I had to write one blog today. I just had to start or it might just be another unnourished dream.

So, here it goes. I have just written one more scribble.