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February | 2013 | Art + Literature = ♥
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Books I’ve Read. Posted in February 2013. There’s A Certain Kind of Peace That Only Solitude Can Bring. Let me tell you a quick story. Back when I was in London, I went to the City and walked around by myself. After a quick stop at the Tate Modern, I sat at one of the benches in front of it and ate my lunch (which consisted of a quarter of a bar of … Continue reading →. Liveblogging Les Miserables The Movie. Curiosity Kills the Kath. Her Song is Her Breath. I am Under the Bridge. I Can't Stop Talking.
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June | 2013 | Art + Literature = ♥
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Books I’ve Read. Posted in June 2013. I used to think that there’s nothing worse than hating someone. Hate is such a strong word and is associated with strong negative feelings. Apparently I was wrong. One thing I can never forget was a discussion we had wherein I found out that there’s something much worse than hate. And that’s indifference. At first … Continue reading →. Curiosity Kills the Kath. Her Song is Her Breath. I am Under the Bridge. I Can't Stop Talking. Sarcasm is an Art. Blast From the Past.
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August | 2012 | Art + Literature = ♥
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Books I’ve Read. Posted in August 2012. I still remember the time I took the UPCAT. Frankly, I may not be sure with the date and other details but I don’t think I can forget my experiences that easily. If memory serves me right, I had mine scheduled on a Sunday morning. I had the same schedule with Lenlen (a batchmate and … Continue reading →. Curiosity Kills the Kath. Her Song is Her Breath. I am Under the Bridge. I Can't Stop Talking. Sarcasm is an Art. She's Got To Love Nobody. My Former (Online) Home.
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March | 2013 | Art + Literature = ♥
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Books I’ve Read. Posted in March 2013. Killian Donnelly, former Enjolras of Les Misérables, former Raoul Vicomte de Chagny of The Phantom of the Opera, current Tony of Billie Elliot in London’s West End, Combeferre of the award-winning movie adaptation of the musical Les Misérables, and my biggest theatre crush, remembers me. THAT IS ALL. Curiosity Kills the Kath. Her Song is Her Breath. I am Under the Bridge. I Can't Stop Talking. Sarcasm is an Art. She's Got To Love Nobody. My Former (Online) Home.
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January | 2013 | Art + Literature = ♥
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Books I’ve Read. Posted in January 2013. A Heart Full of Love: The Les Misérables Experience. I’ve been meaning to write this for the longest time but I fail to do so because I’m always often out of my aunt’s house when I was in London but more importantly, I don’t know how to begin writing this. Frankly, I honestly don’t think I can give justice to how brilliant Les Mis … Continue reading →. Curiosity Kills the Kath. Her Song is Her Breath. I am Under the Bridge. I Can't Stop Talking. Sarcasm is an Art.
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50 Days of Doctor Who: Day 1 – Who was your first Doctor? | Art + Literature = ♥
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Books I’ve Read. 50 Days of Doctor Who: Day 1 – Who was your first Doctor? This entry was posted on October 16, 2013, in 50 day challenge. And tagged David Tennant. This Time Lord right here. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
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April | 2012 | Art + Literature = ♥
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Books I’ve Read. Posted in April 2012. Shakespeare in the Park: Doth Mother Know You Weareth Her Drapes? Confession: it took me a couple of minutes before I wrote this sentence. I first thought of borrowing Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s infamous “How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” line but I changed my mind. Bottom-line is, words fail me right now to show how much I love The Avengers film. Prior to the … Continue reading →. Curiosity Kills the Kath. Her Song is Her Breath. I am Under the Bridge.
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RUCKSACK STORIES: August 2012
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I Won't Give Up. When I look into your eyes. It's like watching the night sky. Or a beautiful sunrise. There's so much they hold. And just like them old stars. I see that you've come so far. To be right where you are. How old is your soul? I won't give up on us. Even if the skies get rough. I'm giving you all my love. I'm still looking up. And when you're needing your space. To do some navigating. I'll be here patiently waiting. To see what you find. Cause even the stars they burn. No, I won't give up.
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RUCKSACK STORIES: July 2012
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Well I suppose I never learn, do I? It is crazy. Finding myself in almost the same situation I have fought so hard to leave more than 3 years ago. And to be writing about it again. Now, when nothing has really happened. Yet. How many times would I have to be in this kind of story before I start seeing the scenes that foreshadow one another? I would like to think that this is different. That it would. I just have to get this out or it would ruin everything. Links to this post. I don't want that to happen.
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RUCKSACK STORIES: Healing
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Once, a friend asked me if I could write about better stuffs. Happy stuffs. I just laughed and told him I could not. I thought about the way I write after that. I did some back-reading on my blogs and realized that I had so much of those really sad thoughts. Well I had nothing to say about this. Or I did, maybe. Fine, I still have a lot to say about this. It’s that I can. To a certain extent, she never really left that battlefield. But she promised she’d keep on fighting to get herself back....Subscri...