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Posted: December 3, 2013 in book, passion, Q and A
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Question of the Day: On a scale of one to ten, how happy are you?

 “Let me explain. The happiest man on earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he is. Does that help?” – Dumbledore

As evident in my previous post, I still have at least three more goals in life.  And I agree with Dumbledore that one can only be truly happy if one is contented.

I also believe that it would be extremely rare for any one man to be entirely contented with his life.  Man, it appears, will always be striving for more.  May it be for himself or for those he loves.

As for me, I am happy with my life.  I have my family who will always be there to support me.  Friends who are there to laugh and cry with me.  A job that is not perfect but pays the bills.  Hobbies that help ease the stress and discontent I feel.

And a God who guides me in all things I do.

However, I still want more.  I still lack a few things that I think will help me become whole.  Thus I only give myself an 8 on my happiness scale.

The thing is, I can never achieve any of those dreams by myself.  I need God’s guidance and help.  Thus, I place my entire life on Him and His plans for me.

And I hope that someday, someday soon, I will be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror.


Books and Hormones

Posted: October 23, 2012 in book, love
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I have been trying to read Nick Hornby’s “The Long Way Down” for the past 2 months. But, until now, I have yet to reach a quarter of the book.

It’s not that Hornby’s not a good writer nor is the book bad.  In fact, it’s actually pretty good.  It’s just that my hormones get in the way.

Lately, I just find myself craving for those romantic novels , every second of the day.  Like every fiber in my being just want to soak up every word written in those books.  It has gotten so bad that I actually have a mini library of chick lits in my phone that I run to whenever I want to hide from my reality.

It used to just be a phase in my life and after reading a few books, I’d be ok.  And I can spend a blessed few months reading more meaningful ones.  But now, it seems like no other book can satisfy my cravings but those damn chick lits.

I’m like a junkie who has gotten more and more addicted to gorgeous men, hard bodies, and hot kisses.  And I find myself wondering whether I’d ever get to meet my own prince with a hard body and who gives hot kisses.

Damn those chick lits and chick lit authors.  You no longer just scratch an itch.  You cause them. 😦