Breathing is essential

Blogging right. Life has been so mundane recently and it's nice to have a change in mood. Hung out with Derek today in an impromptu get-together to submit our time sheets. It was fun, to say the least.

I don't want to boost anyone's ego here but it's refreshing to interact with people that I feel are in the same wave length as me. I feel reserved lately. Trying to act as social as I can to hide the fact that I am, inside, still queasy. Derek was a breath of fresh air.

I feel really lucky we are not story book characters or I'd really believe that he's the witch of the candy-made house. The amount of food that he stuffed me with made me feel fortunate that I wasn't Gretal. Think he probably felt that it's vice versa. Haha.

tTomorrow is my last day of work till my weeks leave is over. Can't wait to go to Philippines with daddy. Time to sleep now. Good nite Hansel.

Insolent mouth

What the hell is wrong with him?! I have been nothin less than supportive these few weeks. Done my part as a friend. And there he is with his PMS mood swings. Actually, I doubt that they are mood swings cause they are starting to sound really consistent, that bastard. He is being so insensitive that it's beyond human understanding. Next week I shall return what is borrowed from his household. And maybe I won't really have to face that insolent mouth again.

Fifty shades of grey

Fifty Shades of Grey... Oh my god. Wheredo I start? A buffet; feast even, to my literary taste buds. I mean, Agnes doesn’tlike reading. She loves literature, but not reading. Yet, she has devoured thiswhole book in just two days. Says loads, doesn’t it?

It’s justoozing with brilliance; with words of wit; with technique. It just makes you,well me, itch so badly that I want to comment on it. It contains references ofother literary texts such as Tess of thed’Urbervilles (which I am relieved for it to be one of the few books I haveread). But, there is a drawback. It is just too sexual. Too to-the-pointsexual. Everything was just so normal at first. Well, not mundane. It is moreof an enthralling kind of normal that keeps me going. And all of a sudden, thewhole freaking mood changes to the extremity of sexual conducts.

I didn’t haveto wait for the chapter number to reach a double digit for the F word tofinally surface. The F word. I bet you are probably thinking that it came outas a swear word. Well, that’s undeniably true but what caught me off guard isthe use of the word as the word itself. How incredibly crude.

Argh! Such rawdetails of movement. I swear, this is my closest encounter to sex. Never hadthe experience with anyone, never had (and never will have) any experience withmyself and never seen any form of it in *ahem* motion pictures. I think I findcomfort in the fact that the female lead is also a virgin. Hence, it was easyto relate to her. (She’s a literature lover too) Every detail so carefullyconcocted, whether by the male lead or the author, is as new to her as it is tome. It seems we feel the so much the same emotions that I am not clear if it was her feelings that were affecting mine or vice versa.

I think itis probably the fact that I am the third party that I can say that there weresome decisions that I would have never even thought of considering. (yet, if I reallywas in her shoes, would I have still be this confident?) You could just imaginemy smile as I uncover that my name is in the freaking book, and my grin as I findout that ‘Agnes’ was the more grounded and thinking-with-reason friend.

Ten chapterswas all that I could take as a first introduction to the book. “Romantic,liberating and totally addictive, the Fifty Shades trilogy will obsess you,possess you and stay with you forever.” It damn right haunted me for the restof the night. I wake up, wanting “more”. (God! The ‘more’ word… it will nevermake the same sense to me ever again. ‘Come’ too. God!) Picked up my book thefirst thing in the morning but switched on the TV too though. It was my morningroutine (when I’m not at work) and I was sure as hell trying not to let my dadknow how into the book I was, since I did tell him that it was immensely sexualthe night before.

I haven’t investedso much emotion into a book ever since I’ve picked up an Enid Blyton book. Don’tget me wrong. I am not THAT interested in the sexual portion. But, I have toagree that I was so engrossed that I stop having any tiny smirks whenever I finda witty string of diction. I find I ceased to concentrate so much on theliterature part, although obvious points like color symbolism and themes(domination and sadism) are a hard-to-miss. I even started to skip words. I narrowin to the dialogues and dismiss the describing words of tone. I mean, even anactor will have an idea of how to deliver his speech, without action cues, whenhe is so into the plot.

I love theemail exchanges between the two leads best. It brings one back to high schoolflirting. Its innocence is refreshing and, frankly speaking, something I FINALLY havereference to. The one thing I really hate about this book, besides its sometimedisturbing scenes, is the way it ends. So many loopholes. “Leaving me achingand hungry for more.” Maybe E L James “want[s] me frustrated”. Damn her! Infact, F her!

As afraid as I am to explore new exotic areas of Ms. James’s scary mind, I am going to head to the book store to get Fifty Shades Darker.