well, this is my first blog and its all because of my superdupergudfrend told me so or should i say "pushed" me to make one. (i am not complaining though, im enjoying this). i am not really a writer as to speak. i read... thats it, i just read! i love books and i generously praise the authors... before i made this page, i asked that friend of mine, " and what should i write about? when i write something its usually 5 liners... and in a paper and then gone." that friend said: " ambot, quote sa imu fave buks. hehe". Not bad, but if i have to write it all down it will take me much time to open those books again. i might be typing Coelho's book- The Alchemist or lines from the book entitled, My Name is Memory by Ann Brashares (iv got to read this book again). The other day i just finished The Last Letter from Your Lover by Jojo Moyes, Oh God! the book was so beautiful, full of passion and love emanates in every line. Call me sentimental now :)... here is one of the letters that made me fall in love with the book:
I swore I woudn't contact you again. But six weeks on I feel no better. Being without you- thousands of miles from you- offers no relief at all. The fact that I am no longer tormented by your proximity, or presented with daily evidence of my inability to have the one thing I truly want, has not healed me. It has made things worse. My future feels like a bleak, empty road.
I don't know what I' m trying to say, darling Jenny. Just that if you have any sense at all that made the wrong decision, this door is still wide open.
And if you feel that your decision was the right one, know this atleast: that somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.
Your
B
gee, this is all i can write for now.. told you im no writer. this piece got no substance at all. :)
ideas overflowing but i am short for words and all i can think about is.... sleep.
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