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Sunday, July 10

"We search for happiness everywhere, but we are like Tolstoy's fabled begged who spent his life sitting in a pot of gold, begging for pennies from every passerby, unaware that his fortune was right under him the whole time."
-eat, pray, love


It is overtly cliched to be reading a book about finding oneself on a travel trip while trying to find myself on my travel trip but yes, this is exactly what I am doing. The first time I read this book I found it rather pretentious (even though I did like it). I mean she has a life revealation in every of her 109 chapters and quotable quotes ever other page- I found that too deliberate and unbelievable as a travel log. But reading it again has brought about even more things to think about and though her journey is still artificial, her thoughts and life probing questions and interesting metaphors strike a much louder chord. (: I'm glad I have it to delve into to restore some semblence of peace for the past 4 days.

Sometime in the idle day of today, I got to thinking if I were a book, what kind of book will I be (since you know I'm so cliched and predictable and some people have arrogantly told me they can read me like an open book- in their dreams/nightmares really)? And I think I would be a beautiful children's book, with colorful and pretty illustrations of various styles- cartoon, watercolour, pop art, classical, etc. I would have clear, simple yet cutting sentence in a nice font that would tell the story as it is. Or so it seems, because there would be much to uncover in the pictures and words if one would care to look. I would be something like "The little prince", but better illustrated and less wordy (anyways I nv finished TLP, it was just too far-fetched somehow). I would be boring, to the disinterested mind.

So if one day someone asks you what kind of book will van be, you've got the answer handy haha.

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Saturday, June 26

We all forget we are special sometimes.

The perks of being a wallflower has been an interesting enough read that I decided not to sleep (even thought I am pretty worn out) and downloaded the ebook (even though I hate reading things on computers).

I'm not done with it, but I felt the sudden want to proclaim my hor fun craving :/

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Mamihlapinatapei : 6/26/2010 10:24:00 PM
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