Saturday, 7 May 2016

Hello, Amy Zhang, I'm a fan!

So, I bought these two months ago using my brother's Globe Reward points. Yes! Like it's free, thanks men!

When my brother sent me those points, I wasn't really sure what to redeem in National Bookstore because few days before I got these, I already purchased a practice test book for my IELTS review. Okay, I'm taking the International English Language Testing System again, probably this year because the first one has already expired. I hope and pray that I will pass again or even get a higher band score than my previous exam. 

Going back, after thourough searching.... Hehehe!
I saw Amy Zhang's Falling into Place and This Is Where My World Ends. Such pretty covers right there, isn't it? But it's not just a pretty book cover, it has a story, a beautiful one, and you guys have to get your own copy. Haha! Anyhow, I loved how Zhang wrote it. There's this point when I have to stop for a while, close my eyes and imagine what just happened in the story... it was gloomy, miserable and tragic. But I fell in love with it. Deeply.

Hello, Amy Zhang! I'm your fan from the Philippines... :)

Amy Zhang was born in China, grew up in Wisconsin, and currently attends college in upstate New York.

Monday, 2 May 2016

Few but real.

Being a kid, she wanted a playmate. 
Everyday, she wished they could stay for a long time but she knows they still have to go. 

Growing up, she desired for some more, more friends to be with her. She even tried to impress them just for them to stay. Being with her friends became one of the happiest days of her childhood. She created good and bad memories with them, but the latter remained until the very moment. 

She made a wall so people won't hurt her, started to choose her friends from then on. Choosing is a struggle, trusting became a difficult thing to do. Avoiding people became a habit, hiding from them became a safe haven. 

Years have passed, she started to make friends again. She had one, and two, then a few more closest friends yet she never really had opened up about her life and chose to remain in her own shell. Time and again, she meets new friends, became the closest to her heart, a chosen family.

Getting older, she realizes it is important to have the real ones, it does not have to be a lot, y'know, just a few of them is more than enough.


"Help! Help me! I can't move!", as I shout for help.

I could hear my room mate on her bed, as it squeaks when she moves. I thought she will help me to get up from the nightmare I am in.


I tried to move my head, but I can't, then my feet. Great! I can move it now. Okay, one or few more moves to wake me up. I took a deep breath and pray. Alright, Sweet, stay calm, you can get through this.

I can feel my fleece blanket on my feet. Silence. I tried to open my eyes... slowly.

Darkness but some light from the window. Now I have the sight of it, then, I cried.

Thank God.

I am awake. I am alive.