Perhaps I am like Augustus Waters in a way. Because my thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations. I was going to write about something but the moment I finished crossing the kitchen, got to my door and turn the doorknob to the side, I held the thought no more... up until I decided to get my notebook and started to jot down random words. I still cant remember the subject of my earlier cognitive spark. It should be important, but I just can't remember. But what I can remember is that I indeed had a cognitive spark.
So instead of dragging the subject further, I'm going to shift to All Hallows Day. In some part of the world, they may be forking virgins and offering them as living sacrifices to who knows what, we (myself, along with the vast population of our country) on the other hand, prefer to visit our dearly departed. While I may not be one of the mob that goes as far as spend the night at the cemetery, it's a tradition that my family keeps and I want to go on keeping. It's not so much as to spend time with the dead, but to spend time with the living, and the dead oddly reminds us that this (all we have right now) can stop anytime, we don't even get to be ready (unless you're informed--like when you have cancer of something). Being there, in the forlorn land of the dead, is consoling only because of the fact that this isn't over yet. That we still have a chance at life. To make everything right and to finally rest in peace. Okay, the fact that we're standing about six feet above our dearly departed can be consoling too... for some people. I don't understand comfort there. To be so physically close, yet so far, disconnected. I'm sorry for writing like this. I need to gather my thoughts but then I know it wouldn't really work. (For more info on the matter, please read what's on the picture above)
Another thing I find ironic is how the wife lits up a cigarette for her dead husband who died of lung cancer. I don't see much sense into that. But I suppose they need to take breather and just remember. Shrug. But jumping to another task at hand, I'm just going to randomly share my sentiments of the books I've been reading this week. I finally finished reading Unearthly. And although I haven't mentioned it before, readers you MUST pretend that I have so we won't get into a lengthy pre-read opinion discussion that I should be able to muster from no where. Well, I must say it was written better than Divergent (although this isn't much of a feat, actually). I haven't read anything about angels in YA books ever. It was improvable. I expected alot from it I guess. But who could blame me? There were some funny parts in the book though, and I'm convinced that it was not the author's intention to have me laughing like crazy at some point. I doubt she planned that scene to be anything but hilarious, but I ROFLed anyway. So did the friends that I shared that part with, who like me, are pretty much Bible-reading Christians. I think I would be reading the second instalment, hoping for more character and concept development. There isn't that much books about angels nowadays, not when majority of paranormal books are about vampires or wolves. Its sad. Makes me want to write my own angel story.
Anyway, first week of school is bearable. Bracing myself for the days to come though. You can never be too relaxed when you're a nursing student.
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