Where do I put this down
Am I cursed to never stop?
Am I cursed to never stop?
My birthday message for a love that kind of started with mangoes.
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens has been on my Classic Literature Bucket List for years. It’s one of those books you’ve likely heard about all your life—anywhere from pop culture references to required reading lists—but have never gotten around to reading. Classic novels have always intrigued me; I’m always curious about how and why stories become timeless. After all, enduring the passage of time and memory is no small feat.
And so, after gathering dust on my shelves for far too long, I finally read Great Expectations.
“Benign” can now be used to refer to an uneventful day at the clinic, or to an afternoon free of work and responsibilities. On the other hand, we use “toxic” after a busy night on duty, or when we’re dealing with a difficult exam, or when we have to do long, painstaking tasks. Many times, as we see a wider range of diseases, we tend to categorize them in these categories, too—from benign to toxic.
I recently read Diary of a Young Girl, a collection of diary entries written by Anne Frank and eventually published by her father, Otto Frank. Anne was a Jewish girl who kept a diary while she and her family were in hiding during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands. In her entries, she wrote about their activities, struggles, joys, and frustration, just as all diaries do, but this time with the threat of war and capture as its backdrop.
Today marks the 25th year that I’ve been talking to you like this, in an endless, one-sided conversation.
A few months back I told you why I was going to vote. Today I tell you why I continue to grieve.
I’ve always dreamed of reading Jane Eyre. It sounds exactly like the sort of story I would enjoy — a coming-of-age tale of a girl with a tragic origin story who manages to find her way in life. It’s one of those classics that we always hear about but never actually read. And since I have Big Book Fear, Jane Eyre has been living peacefully on my bookshelf for close to ten years, just waiting for me to open it.
I promised myself that this would be the year that I would read Jane Eyre, and I finally did it.
Here’s to celebrating how Dad raised me — literally and figuratively.
Bawiin natin ang kapangyarihang inagaw nila sa’tin. Ibalik natin ang kapangyarihan sa Pilipino. Ipanalo na natin ang bayan.