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REVIEW: South of the Border, West of the Sun
As previously mentioned, I had the opportunity to encounter for the first time the work of Haruki Murakami. A friend a while back already suggested that I start reading his work, but for some reason I never really got around it. It wasn’t until I saw this book’s cover did I muster enough energy to purchase the book and immerse myself in it.
Talk about judging a book by its cover eh? Hahaha.
If you haven’t read this book and are planning to, stop reading this now. Continue reading
Those words.
Now that I have fully expressed my dismay for the loss of my wallet (sigh), I am ready to be wooed.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not like a lack romance in my life. After all these years, Dylan has managed to surprise me and it still puzzles me how he manages to do it when there’s so much more to do.
And though he’s not really the most eloquent of writers, he knows how to blow me away.
I think he took this to heart:
A 1989 movie quote is still acceptable today.
So guys, man up. Laziness will not do.
Fare thee well
My dear readers, I believe my own personal form of tragedy struck last Saturday.
A classmate from grad school turned out to be one of those few people who fancy basically the same literary options as I do. He kept mentioning this book that I just must read. He insisted so much that he was willing to part with his copy temporarily.
I decided to end my curiosity last Saturday when I headed over to National Bookstore Mall of Asia on my way home to Las Piñas. I walked in, two-strapping my backpack, my phone and wallet in one hand, a bag of cotton buds for my mother in the other.
I walked to Customer Service and had them look for that book. Tea Obreht’s The Tiger’s Wife. Personnel immediately radioed another staffer to look for a copy around the store. In an effort to not look like a prick, I wandered around fiction and literary winners section for another book to add to my list.
I think I need to reread Jane Austen’s something. Oooh, George Orwell. I don’t get the buzz for Jessica Zafra. IT’S MY FAVORITE BOOK! Yay for Arlene Chai! I wonder if they have Fight Club here…
Random thoughts kept spilling in and out of my head, and I didn’t notice the time. The service personnel gave me The Tiger’s Wife and as I grabbed a copy of Persuasion, I noticed I only had my phone in my hand. No wallet.
The next 40 minutes consisted of me peering over CCTV footage, filing complaints in Uniqlo, Forever21, Zara and National Bookstore, but as time droned by I had to accept the inevitable: my wallet is never coming back to me.
I had to return the books I had in my hand. It was the last copy of The Tiger’s Wife. My father was waiting for me outside; at least I didn’t have to worry about my ride home. And I was drowning in an overwhelming sense of calmness.
That sense has finally subsided when I woke up to get to work this morning.
Farewell, my safari printed Liz Claiborne wallet. I know I’ve constantly complained about replacing you, but really you were precious. You housed my photos, government IDs and cash and credit cards. You housed my identity. Never did I think that I’d lose you in a sea of books. But then, that’s really the best way to lose any material possession. However far away, I know for a fact that you will always be with me.
Because no bitch or whore would ever dare to steal my name. If they know what’s good for them.
I miss you already. </3
The life you live (Preview of The Great Gatsby)
I am excited for The Great Gatsby!
After watching this clip, I almost immediately found this quote. Happenstance? I think not.
the salt of your skin 