MEENATAUR'S PITHOS

Friday, January 6, 2012

GO. WENT. GONE.



photo courtesy of Angela Ficorelli
Gone for three months. Excuses (and alibis): Had numerous adventures: September – friend’s birthday (bearhobs), October – quarterly exams then school field trip then my birthday with a bonus of an MIA employee, November – project granite for in-law then release of school cards then hubby’s birthday, December – exams then parents’ fashion show (where I get to meet a friend whom I haven’t seen for several years, Kulay) then Christmas parties then the much-awaited trip to the city of pines. It was indeed a very hectic ber-months.

Honestly, there was a couple of extra time for my blogging but my hunger for books got the best of me. I snatched a copy of Book 2: Son of Neptune of the Heroes of Olympus series and then bought Book 2: The Throne of Fire of the Kane Chronicles. In both cases, I have to reread the first book in order to recall everything before diving headfirst into the second book. Then in late October, I reread the Twilight series for the nth time, so that I could compare the details of the 4th book with the first part of the 4th film (and for the first time, I was not disappointed by how they made the movie). On my birthday, our teachers gave me the Inkheart trilogy, so for several days, I was obsessed with them too. Not to mention the 3rd book in the Inheritance Cycle, Brisingr, and the first three books of the Cirque du Freak series. In December, during all the chaos and stress brought by the holidays, I reread the whole Percy Jackson and the Olympians pentalogy, which relaxes me before sleeping. It was just now that I realized that I read 18 books in 3 months! (How did I do that? I never read inside the car for I get nauseous, I only read in bed, in the rest room, in the shower, while watching TV, while eating, the whole weekends… lost in my thoughts again.)

Yep, I was gone for three months, but I hope it wouldn’t happen again. It wasn’t easy not to write in those times, especially when those creepy, crawling ideas started chasing each other in my mind whenever I close my eyes (the Jose Rizal idea keeps on winning their mataya-taya game). But in the end, all of them lost, since I was not able to write a single word about any of them.

What made me write again? I just go-went-gone to and from Ogygia.

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