Why should romance novels, erotica, historical romances with smutty undertones be deemed as guilty pleasures? As if it is something to be ashamed of. As if there weren’t any well written novels out there. As if E.L. James succeeded in blinding literary snobs that there aren’t anything worth finding in erotica. As if Anne Rice… Read More Historical Romances, Apologies and Weekends
When she slept, curled in the window sear as she’d often done as a child, she dreamed of a great war between gods and demons. A battle that had raged on for a century, and more. A war that had spilled the blood of both until it ran like an ocean. And the ocean… Read More Ciunas, anyone?
This could have been an entry about what happened during my weekend as was customary. But it happens that I’m completely dependent on my friend C, who has the photos of my weekend adventure in Binondo (Manila Chinatown). I will write about it in the middle of the week or when C uploads the pictures. Here’s a sneak peek of what’s… Read More An expat wannabe
Nora Roberts does not only glaze my eyes with mush. Over the years, she also introduced me to black and white movies, ballet, archeology, Ireland, poets, friendships that felt like family, everything Irish, Celtic lore, poems, adventure, mystery, twists, betrayal, cold murder, insanity, what fanaticism does to some people, training dogs, tending to gardens and… Read More Over under
Over the weekend, it seems that frozen yogurt ranked at the top of ‘things that make me happy’ list. My girlfriends and I went to TriNoma last Saturday after our shift, by way of MRT (Metro Railway Transit), which I secretly love, for it surely spells adventure amidst mendacity. We ‘surfed’ on the train for… Read More Of froyos, train rides, books and weekend things
After work, I waited for the bookshop in Cityland Tower in Herrera Street to open. I went ahead and had breakfast with some work buddies who spotted me in MiniStop counting the minutes till 9 AM when the glorious door of that quaint bookshop closest to my heart would finally open. It felt like it has been… Read More A story about my morning jaunt to the bookshop turned letter to George