truths

. what are the sacred truths in your life?.

i read this question somewhere, sometime ago. it asks me what i know for certain is true in life, in my life, for that matter.

i know for a fact that i am happy without much money. it's not that i have had in abundace to even say that i was unhappy. it means that with little i could afford i could undoubtedly say i was/am happy. a book, read without interruptions, is a divine.

i know that 'this' too will pass - whatever it is. faced with a difficult situation, this is my positive affirmation. it sounds a non-caring way of meeting head-on an adversity. but my predeliction to look at life this end, saves me all the unnecessary anxiety that i don't need. that is saying a lot because i am - another fact- a true worrywort.

i believe in the truth of my religion, not necessarily my church. this was just a recent revelation to me by a sagely relative who pondered on one of life's great questions. my religion is my own appreciation of God, and the omnisprensence He represents. my church is the tangible aspect of my religion, where representation must be explained by logical brain.

conflagration

. if your house is burning now, what would you save?.

of course, life and limb would be of paramount concern. any material things can be replaced. even those supposed sentimental items that we all hoard. i guess that question assumes you take out the obvious answers.

and so, the question then is directed towards your material possessions... i would bring my document bag, which holds most of our important documents. i can't really see myself carting away anything else but then again, we would not know what to do/bring until we're in the real situation.

i remember an anecdote that mom would share during family get together. when i was still wearing grade pants/shorts, and plump as one can be, a nearby fire occured in an apartment we were living. it was so close that we had to leave. everyone was tasked to carry what they could grab. the conflagration did'nt reach us and after all the excitement died down, they saw me in the sofa still gripping very tightly, one on each hands, my precious things - SPAM.

weird habits

.what are my five weird habits?.

i've been tagged and i need to expose myself.

* when the blues hit me, i go to national bookstore. i just look at all the books. pick one. leaf through some. i normally leave the place without buying anything. most of the time, i check out the blues by the door.

* what is weirder than the first? since there is no national bookstore here and borders/kinokuniya are far from where i work, i go to popular bookstore. these are mostly local textbook and the aisle for chinese books refreshes me most - only, i dont understand a thing what's all about.

* i will read anything that i could lay may hands on - even kislap. i will open 3-4 books, start reading them and will eventually finish one. the rest? they are closed forever and tucked in a bookcase or given to a new owner.

* i have the full collection of the entrepreneur (philippine edition). even now that i'm here, i ask my partner in crime to buy it while i was away. now that she will be here, i think i have no recourse but to buy it in your friendly neighboorhood store at lucky plaza. cost = S$8.00 (S$=Php32). effect on me = priceless. explain it to me like i'm five years old...

* weirdest? i have been yapping about books, magazine, reading, bookstore, magazine. i think i have found my passion (see below)... never lost it. you are right 'bramasole'! thank you chicmomma!

ps. the tag stops with me because i only have two links =P. the one that tagged me and another who has just been tagged by my tagger so i cannot tag them again as it will be an endless tagging exercise.

passion

. what is your passion?.

i think i lost mine somewhere along the journey. its time to rediscover my true north this year.