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Meeting Holden and Getting to know The Art of War |
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Wednesday, 23 July 2008 |
"Don't Ever Tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody." -- Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)
Everybody except me has read it. That's what I thought. So when I saw it waving at me at the bookstore, I grabbed a copy and started my way to this lad's stupid life. Pardon me for the use of such word, he makes sense sometimes though.
Boy, I fell in love with the book. And just like love, it has made me laugh, it has made cry. Even got to the point of hating the guy. Then liking him again in the end. Blinded, I am not. I had to let go of him.
It has been days since I have read the last part of it and it still lingers in my mind. Was it because I have plans to leave and I'm leaving a lot of people behind? I don't know. Maybe you should tell me why.
I wonder how it would feel to talk to somebody about someone that you really care about-- and that someone is nowhere near to be seen nor touched. If I have gone through such thing before, I am not sure if I should be glad that I have forgotten about it now. I should have written about that ride. I will write one someday. Then maybe I'd be one Holden in someone else's life.
Gloomy as the clouds in the sky today, these things I think about.
All I have are eggs, I can't count the chicks yet. I can reach the moon but with my eyes...
*Ppffttt!* Where the hell did these words come from?
A symptom. A sign. My thoughts are playing tag-of-war as I am forcing myself to stop thinking about the future. The way I am.
"The answers will come even if I don't throw the question. They will come in due time..." I told Sir D today. People don't know what my next step is. Neither do I and yet I don't ask.
The table has been set. There's a pair of spoon and fork, a table knife, a saucer, a large plate for the main dish, a drinking glass, and a bowl for the soup. But I haven't set the napkin on my lap yet. Later.
So while waiting for the food to be served, I read books. One of them was about this lad called Holden Caulfield. And I can't get him out of my mind. But I have to and so I try.
I'm reading Sun Tzu's The Art of War now.
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I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by Juan Dela Cruz, and I am currently being trained for more by Uncle Sam. Writing since the age of 12. Blogging since 2001. I keep a notebook and a pen in my bag, on my bedside table, and inside the bathroom. Misses a lot. Sometimes even my own voice. Loves to laugh. Sometimes even at myself. I am a work in progress. My ultimate dream is to be a SAHM. That is, if I am bound to have that chance in this lifetime... and I am.
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