Grunt with me.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
It's a Sunday. And like all other Sundays on vacations or semestral breaks, this is a Sunday where my freedom drops to at least 2 teenage opportunities. In other words, Sunday is family day and stay-at-home day. I am only allowed to sleep in till midday and access the Internet until I droop over my desk at late night. Since these are my only available opportunes I am hardly at bay for anything entertaining at the moment. I hope there's a Fast Forward or Skip button somewhere in my life.
Anyway, Yahoo! hasn't provided anything interesting, the Naruto Hurricane Chronicles is yet to be updated on the 10th, and Facebook has gone way over the fence of boringness. To conclude, I've spent the whole midday-midafternoon reopening tabs and revisiting sites.
Fortunately, my elder sister started prattling on about book reviews and interesting ones she'd hope to buy when we travel to Manila for the Christmas season. I'm so into books and I'm the type to flaunt about my broad experiences and knowledge about books and novels that I've read. So having reminisced the stories, I found the need to actually visit my bookshelf and pull out some interesting reads. It took me a few debatable moments to choose one particular favorite: The Host by Stephenie Meyer.
It's been such a long while since I last read a good book. I felt this day had actually been a wake up call. The Host isn't really a favorite, but it's a good one, a book worth suggesting to any bookworm seeking for recommendations. I've noticed too, lately I've been reviving some of my past hobbies, like blogging for example. It's really nice that I've relived these pleasurable pastimes. This clearly indicates that I'm treading the right path of happiness, of a simple yet goal-directed life.
On a side note, tomorrow will be my first day of second term. I'm not really excited. Don't know why. But I have this very small nervous feeling in my gut that's near similar to constipation. Or maybe I'm just imagining it. I haven't fixed my stuffs for tomorrow. I won't bother to since it's just the first day and my Monday schedule says I don't have any major subjects to worry showing good impressions in class with. What I'll be needing to do now is sleep early and make sure to wake up early. This isn't actually a hobby but I've always grown up waking at 5:30AM and leaving for school at quarter to 7. It's not "pleasurable" or "enjoyable" but sometimes hobbies can be routines and routines can be hobbies too, right? For sure, when I wake up tomorrow morning I'll regret having hoped that the holidays would soon come to an end. And for sure, I'll start hoping that the holidays would come sooner. This is the life of a college student. Can it get any more distant from childhood wishes?
Grunt with me.
Grunt with me.
Labels: Worming on Books and Good Reads