shinkaide’s Neighborhood

These days i'm reading reader's digest asia with Deither Ocampo on the front page, Preview magazine's nov issue with Agot Isidro and A. C. Doyle's Scherlock Homes short stories, after seeing that Hollywood decided to make a movie about the 19th century detective. It's staring Jude Law and whatshisnameactor, who stared as Iron Man. Ah! Robert Downey Jr! (did i even spell that right?)

ayun. I've included reading as a part of my daily routines (so I won't loose my IQ) that include eating, sleeping, eating, exercising, writing, internet, physical therapy, playing ds, looking at online shop, thus shopping online. (for me, shopping, where ever and whatever kind it may be, is theraputic.) ngek!

O sige na. I'm boring myself silly!ö

Dinner was sitting on the counter getting cold, but the girl still wasn't home. Lois rested her chin in her hand. Just for a moment, she thought. But a moment became a nap, and Lois was soon snoring loudly. The fire in the hearth flickered and sputtered. As it began to die out, sparks flew out and landed on the flagstone floor. At least, they would seem to be sparks to the common eye. But these were long and skinny, and when they landed, they began to scuttle about.

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The little hogboon was miles away when he heard the earth rumble, but he recognised the sound of that bit of earth. Every rock and every cave had its own unique vibration, and it was his gift to tell them apart. He turned toward the source of that ill-fated sound and took off running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him. Soon enough he came within sight of a plume of dust rising from a cliff in the distance. His home! The creature held back a fearful tear. How could this have happened? It was then that he noticed more than dust coming from the cliff. A strange man, grinning, yet full of malice, strode out of the thick dust and made his way purposefully back toward the town.

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Too much good stuff should not be consumed continuously at one time. Debatable. But in my opinion, this is true for Jessica Zafra. No matter how much I would like to devour her (book) in one sitting, I couldn't, it's too much funny. Or perhaps I could not comprehend the "Ruler" quite as well or as fast as she would like to educate us. That is, it takes time to take in the funnies and the wit.
TWISTED 8 1/2 is once again a great read. It's only a little over a hundred pages you can read it in one sitting, but I chose not to. (As I mentioned the Ruler's mind is not easy to devour). It containes the history or herstory of her beloved gadgets who she name after people (because she said gadgets last longer if you treat them like human beings). Informative, witty and sarcastic. All the things I love from the ruler.
I thus conclude, Jessica Zafra ruler. I servant. Woo!

Visit http://jessicarulestheuniverse.com for your daily dose of Ruler genius.

It was then that he spotted her riding down the hill on a black and grey mare. He was mesmerised. She was somehow both beautiful and plain; all at once familiar and mysterious - even more so than the standing stone at the heart of town. He had to know who she was and tried to catch her up, but she breezed right past him, unseeing, as she made her way to the north end of town. He followed on foot, so inexplicably drawn to her. As he rounded the corner, he saw her look all round suspiciously, though her eyes did not land on him. Then she kicked her horse and it exploded at top speed into the vast countryside where he could not follow on foot. He sighed and turned back. An introduction would have to wait. But she had come from the house on the hill. Surely his mother's new friend could tell him who she was.

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Scene: in diapers for the day's PT
Marlyn: para kang si Jollibee
Joan: bakit
Papa: puro ka pwet
Joan: bwisit