Yesterday morning was quite gloomy-- I was already actually waiting for the rain to fall down. But FR must go on, and so it did. The sun shined, and PreP people were so fun and cool, all my worrying about the FR was soooo unnecessary! The day was gloomy no more. Good bonding time with the PrePpers after the FR, too! Haha. Red is the color of bliss! Ha.
I spent some time reading in a bookstore later that afternoon, while waiting for a concert to start. I picked up a novel entitled Shiver, by Maggie Stiefvater. I've seen it at a book sale in Educ, thought the cover was nice, and promised myself I have to get a copy. So, since I've been given the chance to, I read its first five chapters. And I just wanna share:
Yeah. How the world works. How drinks can put a person's guard down, and let her reveal her most hurtful hurts, her most woeful woes, her saddest love story. Wow. I never would have known if it weren't for such a cheap social lubricant as The Bar.
How the world works. How the love story of a unique couple can be told in such way that other people can relate to it. How stories, though different, can be so much like yours. Or how a song written for a specific person can be sung to another person in almost, if not, the same intensive emotions.
How the world works. How 150pesos can get you a good coffee, a bun of bread, an ear-and-emotion therapy, and chills when you get to hear some of the sweetest and your most loved songs played live!
How the world works. How a few minutes can make the 24 hours of your day-- or even more of it.
How the world works. How strangers become friends. How a smile can cheer you up. How things can be easier when they're shared in the right way, at the right time, with the right people.
Funny, amazing, wonderful, mysterious. How the world works.
I spent some time reading in a bookstore later that afternoon, while waiting for a concert to start. I picked up a novel entitled Shiver, by Maggie Stiefvater. I've seen it at a book sale in Educ, thought the cover was nice, and promised myself I have to get a copy. So, since I've been given the chance to, I read its first five chapters. And I just wanna share:
But no matter how long I waited, no matter how hard I tried to reach him, he would always melt into the undergrowth before I could cross the distance between us.
I was never afraid of him. He was large enough to tear me from my swing, strong enough to knock me down and drag me into the woods. But the ferocity of his body wasn’t in his eyes. I remembered his gaze, every hue of yellow, and I couldn’t afraid. I know he wouldn't hurt me.
I wanted him to know I wouldn’t hurt him.
I waited. And waited.
And he waited, too, though I didn’t know what he was waiting for. It felt like I was the only one reaching out.
But he was always there. Watching me watching him. Never any closer to me, but never any further away, either.
And so it was an unbroken pattern for six years the wolves’ hovering presence in the winter and their even more haunting absence in the summer. I didn’t really think about the timing. I thought they were wolves. Only wolves.
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I have planned a thousand different versions of this scene in my head, but now that the moment had come, I didn’t know what to do.
...
My chest ached, my body speaking a language my head didn’t quite understand.
I waited.
But Grace, the only person in the world I wanted to know me, just ran a wanting finger over the cover of one of the new hardcovers and walked out of the store without ever realizing I was there, right within reach.
Yeah. How the world works. How drinks can put a person's guard down, and let her reveal her most hurtful hurts, her most woeful woes, her saddest love story. Wow. I never would have known if it weren't for such a cheap social lubricant as The Bar.
How the world works. How the love story of a unique couple can be told in such way that other people can relate to it. How stories, though different, can be so much like yours. Or how a song written for a specific person can be sung to another person in almost, if not, the same intensive emotions.
How the world works. How 150pesos can get you a good coffee, a bun of bread, an ear-and-emotion therapy, and chills when you get to hear some of the sweetest and your most loved songs played live!
How the world works. How a few minutes can make the 24 hours of your day-- or even more of it.
How the world works. How strangers become friends. How a smile can cheer you up. How things can be easier when they're shared in the right way, at the right time, with the right people.
Funny, amazing, wonderful, mysterious. How the world works.
