No Book Ends

I'm not sure what's worst: To have a rejection letter or to not receive one at all because the idea of sending one is more or less a waste of time. But then again, getting a lot of these rejection letters can ultimately (continuously) scar one's ego.

I have walked across the stage this past May 17th and the pride and joy I inhaled from the ceremony has long been undermined, once again, by the cold reality of the current economy. But what can I do? Nothing at the moment.

I got my new bookcase though :)!!! And it's about damn time! I have contemplated about this purchase, knowing that I should save up. However, it's all worth it. I'm happy about it!

Due to my current situation, I do think it's testing my inability to the think optimistically. Of course, my pessimistic norm won't allow it, but after receiving a lot of a pat on the back and then closing the door, positiveness must intervene. Let's face it, if it didn't, I might be digging my own hole at the cemetery. (Morbid, I know)

Life has been good. Like I said earlier, my bookcase is pretty, I have food in my plate, gas in my car and clothes to wear. Did I mention I got my bookcase?!? I apologize :D I am just excited about it! there is something about aligning all my books in a case and just looking at it and feeling that, "Hey, I'm smart! I read books!" I adore books! I always hoped that i would get to work with books around me (I am a nerd) and just learn so much by just flipping the pages. ever since, my fondness of books reflects on memories of staying after school and going to the library. Going to my usual spot and going chapter after chapter of a certain book, and I come back the next day just to finish where I left off. If they were a series, I would finish everything. The library I used to go to had so many sections, (well, all libraries do) and so by the time I entered high school, I had spent time in each and one of it. I read Tin-Tin's to Egyptian artifacts to Filipino folk tales and horror stories. I love imagining the stories and how it made me want to learn more and more. But lately, now at my age, it's tougher to be moved by the painted words and be swept away by it.

Reality seem to seep in through the pages as I try to be lost in some books. But to no avail, a ring tone or the "limited" time, gets in the way. Yet, the remarkable thing is, I don't get discourage and I would go back once again, to finish and learn and yearn for the place or situation they put in books. It never ends.