I'm Okay (It's a Fashion Statement)

Let's just pretend that nothing worse happened to me today. Let's also pretend that nothing's gonna happen sick tonight. Yes, I mean sick, NOT something crazy. Crazy thing like slitting wrist or drinking pills. NO. Although I have been acting pretty strange lately, I know I still have full control over myself. Otherwise, I could have been long buried down. Right after or while reading Ama (from Eli Rueda Guieb III's Pitada).

But what could I have actually been planning tonight that's something sick? Go figure it out while I figure it out myself as well.

Afterall, what's to dwell on the past but misery?

"All's well that ends well."

I will always be a fairy tale fan.

It's just been two days since I've learned that The Black Dahlia is a book (James Elroy). I watched the movie on plane last December. I was seriously dumbfounded at the end of the film. I didn't understand the story. I couldn't figure out whether I got too distracted with the cinematography or with Josh Hartnett (It was sort of a hang-over after watching the Sin City). I accidentally spotted it while I'm "book-scouting" on NBS.

This afternoon, while waiting for my sisters in Megamall, I went to NBS and did the same thing ("book-scouting"). I went first (where else?) to the YA section, and inspected every shelf. Nothing new, though. Then I went straight to the General Fiction where I saw Amityville Horror (Jay Anson), among the favorites of B.O. as mentioned by himself in Stainless Longganisa. I also spotted Vim Nadera's [H]istoryador[a], which is still on my To-Buy List and finally, finally, found a new prospect: Pablo Neruda: Mga Piling Tula.

Last night, I bought Alice Hoffman's The Foretelling, still another YA. I might as well read it tonight. But this has nothing to do with the SICK part.

Actually I'm just toying with the word. It really shouldn't be described as sick.

The most challenging book for me would be the Holy Bible. I don't even think I could dare read it. Well, I've tried reading some passages way back in grade school and seriously, I had goosebumps. I think I read the Revelations part where there's the monster (diablo) referred to be as the Anti-christ...

And I had just spilled it. Now I spoiled the whole thing. Figured it already?

You could think of it as sort of a [childhood] traumatic experience for me so I never did lay my hands on books like The Da Vince Code. As for The Holy Grail, well I literally did lay my hands on it, however, I never pursued.

Speaking of pursued, I think I'm pursuing somebody. He who spoke:

"Now I love God: men, I do not love. Man is a thing too imperfect for me. Love to man would be fatal to me."

Thus said Zarathustra. Quoted from the Prologue of Thus Spoke Zarathustra by Friedrich Nietzsche (wow, i can spell it!)

No I'm not reading it. I have just listened to a part of it through the free downloadable audiobook... Aah! The wonder of internet!

I've been talking too much again. Could this mean I'm pretty much okay now? Let's see what happens tonight.