I write about…
… where I’ve been,
I caught the travel bug early on and am passionate about exploring as much of the world as I can. Posts under ‘On the Road’ are ramblings about my travels (mostly with my
Fiancé Hubby) or life in whichever city I am at the moment. I write about it so my old self will remember all the fun places she’s been.
These are usually short weekend trips. Feel free to get itinerary ideas if you only have two to three days to spend in a particular city.
… my wedding,
… most anything else,
Under ‘On Whatever,’ I write about other things such as dark chocolate, spur-of-the-moment food trips, Fridays, pudgy dachshunds like my Naga, and lazy weekends with my family or the
… and what I’ve read (under ‘Neri’s Reads’ and previously under my other blog, A Reader in Singapore).
“The common reader […] ‘differs from the critic and the scholar. He is worse educated, and nature has not gifted him so generously. He reads for his own pleasure rather than to impart knowledge or correct the opinions of others. Above all, he is guided by an instinct to create for himself, out of whatever odds and ends he can come by, some kind of whole.'”
– The Common Reader, Virginia Woolf (quoted in Ex Libris by Anne Fadiman)
I don’t have an MFA or a literature background. Actually, I work in finance.
But my parents (and for this, I’m forever grateful) cultivated in my sisters and me an early love for books and the pleasures of sitting by yourself, reading.
Our old family home in Makati (since replaced with a taller family home) had a nook which my parents called the library. We even had a stamp made — “*bleep* Family Library” — and all books that graced the shelves were stamped accordingly along the edges. (My classmates used to ask me if we really had a library, to which I’d smile yes.)
But see, in reality our family “library” was tiny, no bigger than a small bathroom. But my parents stocked it with Roald Dahl titles, E.B. White, yellow children’s classics, Judy Blume, Michael Bond’s Paddington Bear stories, and a full children’s encyclopedia set (which my mom carefully bought, volume by volume, from a salesman who visited once a month). The difficult-to-reach top shelves held leather-bound books from mom (Gone With the Wind, The Robe), my parents’ old yearbooks, and dad’s engineering books.
It’s been a long, long love affair — me and reading — and it gets more difficult to carve time for it everyday.
My hope is that this little blog will help me reconnect with my first love, and in the process share some of my reads with you.
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