What moves me

Yes, I sometimes catch myself crying over a sad movie. Small injustices stir me to anger. Poetry moves me. At church, I get a lump in my throat and mist in my eyes over a well-loved ancient hymn. I love to walk under the shade of the acacia trees on UP Campus. I thrill to the sight of a golden sunset. A rare book I find hidden in a pile of forgettable books at a used book shop get me all excited. Above all, your pretty face could make my head turn.

New buys

I took advantage of a meeting in the Ortigas area this morning to drop by the BookSale stall at Mega Mall. Wuz overwhelmed by the sheer quality and volume of the books there. But funds were limited so I had to content myself with three titles– Prefaces and Prologues to Famous Books: Part 39 Harvard Classics (Charles W. Eliot, ed. P115), The Christology of Hegel (James Yerkes P180) and The Mammoth Book of True War Stories (Jon E. Lewis, ed. P225).