We're the people that we wanted to know and we're the places that we wanted to go.

"It seems to me that you need a lot of courage, or a lot of something, to enter into others, into other people. We all think that everyone else lives in fortresses, in fastnesses: behind moats, behind sheer walls studded with spikes and broken glass. But in fact we inhabit much punier structures. We are, it turns out, all jerry-built. Or not even. You can just stick your head under the flap of the tent and crawl right in. If you get the okay."

Martin Amis

Yesterday, I donated pieces of my childhood to raise funds for the youth fund in my parish. Looking back now, I should have priced them higher. Or I shouldn't have sold some at all.

I know people wont understand the passion, no, thats not quite right..the hunger, the addiction, the obsessiveness I have when it comes to reading. I thirst. I savor. Be it prose, poetry, novels, short stories, mere sentences and quick quotes, I have always been lured by the power of the written word.

And selling them was quite unnerving but it had to be done. I couldn't still hang on to the books I purchased when I was 11 now...could I?

(OKAY, I originally had 3 boxes full of books. But it whittled down to one. I just couldn't bear it!)

Its not really a big deal, in the greater scale of things. But you know, I was quite an introvert as an young adolescent, and wow was I much happier reading than I was interacting with people and you could literally single me out as being quite the social retard (which must seem weird now given how much of an extrovert Ive become). My social interactions were painful then and I always knew I could come home to the stillness and quietness of my books.

And I sold my version of another person's security blanket at $1 a pop. Just because I don't need them so much anymore.

I think I owe it to my childhood to be just a tad guilty right about now.

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Guess who's going to be a sponsor again this Easter? =D

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I should go to her farewell.

But its quite fake when I know Im quite happy to see her leave.

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I only rewatch the Passion of the Christ once a year. The first time I watched it, I remember clearly, was in my friend's dorm room, and we gathered, Muslims, buddhists, Catholics alike, to watch it.

I knew every word.

Obviously.

And I know it made everyone tear up.

Its quite an emotional experience, this movie.

So Im preparing myself for it this year! I *will not* cry.

Or I probably will.

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The weather is horrible. Scorching heat and sudden showers do not mix.

Its not any wonder Im reaching for my meds now. *sigh*

I hope I, along with everyone else, has a quite blessed Holy week.