Book collection

Nakakaloka. Kakaayos ko lang ng bookshelf ko nung weekend ngayon inakyat ko nanaman sila just in case… Sunod sunod kasi ang bagyo.

Ang tagal ko na hindi bumibili ng libro kasi hindi na sila kasya sa bookshelf ko. Kaya nagulat ako nung weekend dahil nung naglinis ako, biglang nagkaroon ng space para sa bagong books. Yey! Yun nga lang may isang book ako na nawawala. T__T One for the money, asan ka?

Sa ngayon, ito ang itsura ng bookshelf ko:

Top shelf

Siguro hindi dapat bookshelf ang itawag ko dito kasi puno din sha ng anek anek. Pero majority naman ng nakalagay ay libro kaya bookshelf pa din ang tawag ko. hahaha. Mga maliliit na stuff toys, pictures, figurines at kung ano ano pa sa top shelf.

Second shelf

Eto. Ayan. Puro mas madami na ang libro kesa sa anek anek. Extra plastic cover, at yung maliit na tao na lang na nakatayo ang buhok at Petroleum Jelly na lang yung naligaw. Hahaha. Booksale ang peg ng second shelf para lang magkasya sila, yung tipong hindi mo na makikita yung mga libro sa likod. Kaya ang ginawa ko, yung mga favorite ko yung nilagay ko sa unahan. Si Jenny Crusie at Janet Evanovich. Para madali kunin pag gusto ko magre-read ng mga favorite ko.

Bottom shelf

Yung mga books na andito yung mga hindi ko mashado feel, mga bigay lang sakin na hindi ko natatandaan kung nabasa ko na or hindi, at yung series na pinagsisihan kong binili ko. Dito din nakalagay ang mga DVD at kung ano pang anek anek na bihira kong gamitin. Yung Tarot deck ko lang yung nasa ibabaw para madali pa din kuhanin.

Sa ngayon, dahil kinakabahan ako sa walang humpay na pagbuhos ng ulan, na-evacuate ko na ung mga nakalagay sa second at bottom shelf… Lahat sila nakatambak sa kwarto ng kapatid ko. Wahahaha.

At dahil sa usapang libro, naalala ko tuloy yung isa sa mga notepad posts ko:


When things go wrong, some people shop, some people eat, some people read. We all have our own ways of coping up with not-so-good things that come our way. During those times, usually, I eat or stay up and do a marathon or bake – which gives another excuse to eat. But once in a while, I clean up my stuff. At least once a year I clean my bookshelf which holds more than just books. It has pictures and little stuff toys in it and DVDs as well.

And I did just that this weekend and it took me less time than usual. Wiped the dust bunnies off. Rearranged my books to free up some space. Arranging them in a way that would make it easier for me to understand and look for stuff. Placing the books I am not very fond of at the bottom shelf, tucked behind my DVDs. Suddenly, it occurred to me that it was as if I was trying to hide those books.

I hoped that it was that easy to put your life back in order. Clearing up your memories, rearranging them to make way for new ones that will come. Pushing the not so good ones in the darkest corner of your heart trying to forget them. But those books I try my hardest to hide, I couldn’t bring myself to throw them away. No matter how much I dislike them, they still occupy some space in my shelf. Wouldn’t it be easier to throw them away and free up more space? Well, easier said than done. Especially when it comes to the matters of the heart.

I always put off cleaning the lower shelf. it was like a reminder of the books I didn’t want to remember I have. A few of those books I bought on my own, but majority were given to me. looking at those books, I couldn’t even remember what they were about, and I have no intention reading them again.



Bago pa ako sipagin gumawa ng sariling blog, sa Notepad lang ako nagbblog. Kamusta naman. Hahaha! ^__^?

Para naman may pandagdag ng laman sa blog, share ko na din dito yung mga makalumang “blog entries”.

Eto ang isa sa mga jurasic blog entries ko gamit angĀ  Notepad.

Filename: Ghosts

You have until the hour you die to do everything you’ve ever really wanted to do and say everything you’ve ever really wanted to say. It sounds less fair when you get older.

I Wrote This For You, The Eventual Ghost


That time when everything stopped. Everything starts to fade into nothingness. No flashes from the past. No nothing. Just calmness. A sense of feeling that everything is and will be okay. A temptation to let all go and leave it behind.

You close your eyes and embrace the darkness.

You stop hearing the voices calling out to you. Asking you questions you no longer need to answer just because it no longer meant anything. A panicking voice of a woman desperately calling for help. All of it, slowly fading into silence.

You stop feeling. You stop shivering from the cold.

All that is left still working for you is your mind. Showing you the people that were a part of you. Allowing you to say a few words: Sorry. Take Care. Thank you. Those words were chosen as faces come and go in your subconscious mind. Every single person took the words in with a nod. A confirmation that it is indeed ok. Except one. Asking a question before you could even say a word.

Are you happy?

It was a question you knew you no longer have to answer. But you chose to answer.

And with it came the light. A voice inside your head telling you to come back. What you want was given to you and it ends here.

You open your eyes and remember everything. The what. The who. The why.

The very things that didn’t seem to matter a few moments ago meant everything to you now.

And now, you try your hardest to do everything you want with what is available to you, so that when that time comes again and someone asks, “Are you happy?” you know how to answer.

Thank you.