it's official.

i messed up again.
twice in a day.
nice one.

and like jason always says, "GG my friend. GG."

anyway, i'm done with paulo coelho's like a flowing river. it's a pretty nice book, although it's not really a book but just a bunch of reflections collected over the years. it was a rather inspiring and refreshing read. like say, take this for example, there's this lil reflection on paulo and his personal library. and somehow, he artiscally weaves in this poem by Jorge Luis Borgues;

there is this line from Veraline i'll never recall,
there is a street nearby from which my footsteps are barred,
there is a mirror that has looked its last on my face,
there is door i have closed for the final time.
amongst the books in my library(i can see them now),
there are some i will never open again.

well, his point was that if you've found a good book share it, and not keep it in your bookshelf and let it yellow with age. give it away for someone else to read and let the book go on a lil' journey of its own.

and there's this one lil reflection on the little or rather invisble people in our lives. always the ones to get work done behind the scenes but getting little credit and all. and he kinda introduced this poem by this japanese man named Mitsuo Aida;

because it has lived its life intensely
the parched grass still attracts the gaze of passers-by.
the flower merely a flower,
and they do this as well as they can.
the white lily, blooming unseen in the valley,
does not need to explain itself to anyone;
it merely lives for beauty.
men, however cannot accept that 'merely'.

if tomatoes wanted to be melons,
they would look completely ridiculous.
i am always amazed
that so many people are concerned
with wanting to be what they are not;
what's the point of making yourself look so ridiculous?

you don't always have to pretend to be strong,
there's no need to prove all the time that everything is going well,
you souldn't be concerned about what other people are thinking,
cry if you need to,
it's good to cry out all your tears
because only then will you be able to smile again.

true true.
you should so go get "like the flowing river" from your nearest library/bookshop/what have you. it's a good read, trust me.

on the i-want-to-borrow list

1) veronika decides to die.
2) by the river piedra, i sat down and wept
3) eleven minutes. (esther told me this one has sexual content? like homg?! er, so this one's pending.)

all three of 'em are by paulo coelho. if you've got them, can i borrow 'em? like pretttyy pleaseeee?

and since i'm done with this, i'll have to return my overdue library book(it was so darn good that i had to keep a lil' longer), pay my fines and get back to work. CHEM CHEM. and econs laterr.