As I was cleaning my parents room yesterday, I saw this one picture of my mom. She concealed to me that this was her almost 20 years ago. I really like the photo, that I posted it in my clipboard. Hihi <3
Look what Violin got me thinking.
Hi earthlings! I realized I have been blogging so much this past few days and it makes me happy because that means I always have something to going on. ;) But this time around, let me tell you that I have no particular event to share to you. I just thought that may be when I face the blogger-new-post-screen I would be able to produce sensible thoughts to write about. So here I go. Hmm.. This morning, I managed to finish the book that took me ages to finish. FINALLY. You'll probably wondering what took me so long and what this book is. So here it is. Violin by Anne Rice, that I managed to borrow from my friend, Patt (Hi Patt, if you're reading this, I'll be able to give this back to you, finally!). I borrowed it from Patt several months ago (I know, that long!) because I got curious. Let's just say, it's also a literature experiment for me. But seeing my progress in reading this book.. I ain't happy with it. Thus made me conclude literary genres li
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