Why I Want to Blog about the Books I've Read

I was looking for a book to read last night and decided to entertain myself with my old reliable Murakami. The last one I read was Norwegian Wood and again, boggled my mind with the usual Murakami style. I pulled out Kafka on the Shore. I had this book for a long time but I don't remember reading it.

I was settling myself for my night reading ritual (until Mr Sleep visits me) but to my surprise (and later on, frustration), some of the pages were already dog-eared. That only meant one thing: I have already read it.

I tried to browse the pages trying to recall what the story was all about, I read the synopsis, searched for some quotes online in the desperate effort to remember. But alas, my memory was blank. I could hear the sound, "chirp chirp" inside my head. ARRGHHH! I must have loved this book though because there were a lot of pages that I marked. *frustrating*

Yes, I sabotage my books and I am sorry. Aside from the dog ears, I also have some highlighters and in very few occasions, notes on the pages. But I just do it on my own books, don't worry!

So I have decided to chronicle the books I've read in this blog as.  To remember. Because that is the main reason why I do this (blogging) anyway. You  might not agree with the ratings I give but that's fine. Each of us would have different preferences in our books anyway.

I would not go as far as to spoil the whole plot, though. I will just try to capture some quotes which I have found interesting. Cool?

Oh, by the way, hit me up if you have any book recommendations. I am taking a reading challenge from book reads - 52 books this year! If left to me, all I would read is Coelho (of course), Anne Rice, Murakami, Stephen King - hahaha! Good thing I have my book club to expand my selections and of course, YOU :) Do give me a shout out. Thanks, loves!

xx,
Balot

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I Blog Because...

Before I tell you why I blog, I would like to tell you a story. 

Once upon a time, there was this girl. She was not your typical girl. She climbed trees. She went with her male cousins and uncles to go bird-hunting. She loved designing paper dresses but didn't really like playing with them so she just made a lot of them and give the dresses (and the paper dolls) to her younger sisters. She loved books. She liked cutting funny or sometimes, sarcastic comic strips and gluing it on her notebook. She kept a lot of diaries. That's where she kept all the letters, all her thoughts, her poems, everything. 

There was one thing she was really bad at, though. Keeping her things. So as years passed by, all those little treasures were lost. Sometimes, when she would try to look back at the events of her life, she gets nothing. Seriously, there is nothing. She could not remember a thing. So she would puzzle things together or sometimes doubt herself if those memories were just figments of her imagination.

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Day 7: Memory Loss

"We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched'" Paulo Coelho

Having a very selective memory is a curse and a blessing. I am glad my hippocampus is not that hyperactive and gives me very little recollection of things. This is probably the reason why I might move on faster than most people. Because I am programmed in a way, that I do not linger.

On another note, having selective memory may not be helpful in the corporafe life. This is why I keep a to-do list of things i need to accomplish on a daily basis. I have to go through my notes over and over again to make sure I do not forget.

It has been a blessing that I was given a partner who has impeccable memory. He serves as my personal information storage, keeping the collection of our stories from way back. 

Sometimes, I wish I could remember more details -- what we ate or how things turned out on this important date, details of how my wedding cake looked like. I do not want its other side though -- to remember how painful it was to lose something you cared about so much or how an embarrasing moment devastated me at one moment in my life... 

Yeah, I should not mind. I should be thankful with how my brain is screwed. And so, I am.

xx,

Corporate Junkie

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