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Here are great plans that have yet to push through:
1. photodate with Az
2. drawing session + movie marathon + geek out with Az and Czar
3. Reshoot of "Oneironauts" with Mark and the dream team
4. drawing session with Mika
5. "artseh" malandi photoshoot with Mark who just bought a new camera to replace his Ondoy-beaten Tyra


Though these plans are awesome, I would want to do something sooner, perhaps something spontaneous.

Come on, friends! Let's do something awesome! I want to do something fun!

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/28447363/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/28447363/ Thu, 19 Nov 2009 09:14:36 PST
Regarding new stuff, I am currently in a soul-searching phase which affects my drawing/photography. I still draw though, and many of these exercises can be found or will soon be found in my tumblr and LJ. I am also setting up a photodate with my friend, . I love her. I am hoping to have more of these stress-free creative meetings until I get tired of taking a break or until I'm done with my "muni-muni" (contemplations, reflections).

Let's all make something awesome!!!

Thanks!

Tumblr: [link]
LJ: [link]


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I am watching "Sweeney Todd" (not the movie) tomorrow!
James Jean is coming here this weekend as well. I am hoping to have my Fables: Covers by James Jean signed. :3 I will also be seeing friends and , which means it would be another crazy day.

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/27480044/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/27480044/ Tue, 29 Sep 2009 04:03:07 PDT
We're still recovering from that. Though we live in the area Ondoy was not able to eat up, we are still affected since the places we largely function in suffered from the flood a couple of days ago.
Something similar happened in Georgia a few days ago. The storm Ondoy will now go to other countries in Asia like Vietnam. We are all hoping they would do better than we did.

2. Finishing this October

Hopefully, I will finish my studies this October. I still haven't decided on what I will do. I might teach for a while, do a bit of illustrating here and there as soon as I come up with a good portfolio. I hope it works out since recently, a college degree has not been providing anything of worth in the real world. I'm thinking of getting an MA after a couple of years.

3. I'm not unproductive, I just don't upload

But it is always nice to go back here and see that people are still very passionate for the arts. I'm uploading some works in my newish blog: [link] .

4. I love my drawing class

My teacher is awesome too. We'll be having a small exhibit this October, before finals. I haven't started drawing my exhibit piece, and I only have a week to go. I already have ideas, but I'm afraid I've gotten tired of them.

5. Fables 12 is out

And it's making me happy. I'm reading it again later. I also have the best boyfriend in the whole world because he instinctively bought me my copy also when Fully Booked Fort still had supplies.

6. Lost items

I still haven't found my original copy of 2046 by Wong Kar Wai my boyfriend got me when he went to Singapore last year. I'm so sorry!!!
I have lost hopes in finding my external flash.
I recently lost my jacket too. Ateneo's lost and found system really doesn't work. I think it's been stolen. I'm sorry I lost it too.

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/25305895/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/25305895/ Sun, 14 Jun 2009 09:33:20 PDT

◆Your name?
Pin

◆If possible, your age?
20

◆When did you start drawing?
when i was about 3 (according to my mom)

◆Which hand do you use for drawing?
right

◆Which is easier to draw - male or female?
I think female, but I like drawing male (young boys) more

◆Which is easier to draw - long hair or short hair?
long (you can sometimes forget about the shape of the back of the head)

◆Is it easier to draw the head facing towards the right or the left?
left

◆Is it easier to draw the side view of the face or the front view?
I agree with az! I like drawing people facing at a certain angle, not the side view though.

◆What do you have problems in drawing?
noses of people

◆What do you like to draw?
people from my imagination, most of them are children and women. I like leaves also.

◆Are you a traditional artist or a digital artist?
traditional, but if doing things digitally will help or will contribute something more, i turn to digital. Recently, I've been mixing both.

◆Where do you start drawing from?
Also the shape of the face, sometimes I start with a circle.

◆What is your drawing habit that you are aware of?
I walk around in the middle of the job, but if I can finish the job in one day without doing something else apart from walking, I would do it. I not only have a short attention time, I also get tired of what I'm drawing fast also.

◆What do you keep in mind when you do lineart?
symmetry. If you can't achieve it, find a way to make your work look symmetrical nonetheless.

◆Any tips for coloring/shading?
Don't be afraid of color. And don't rub all the pencil marks when you shade. That's not the way to shade; it would make your work look muddy.

◆How long does it take to finish a piece of art?
Recently, the whole day.

◆What music do you listen to while you draw?
none. sometimes, whatever as long as there's noise. It's either silence or noise.

◆How long does it take you to come up with an idea?
FOREVER especially when doing illustrations. For my personal work, I usually start with something vague that I usually already have. I often do not start drawing if I don't have ideas in mind. Total opposite of Az's method! :3

◆Your favorite drawing utensils?
soft pencils, or ordinary pencils. ballpoint pens for doodles. techpens for outlining.

◆Your favorite color/the color that you use a lot?
pink or teal. then yellow.

◆Your favorite style(s)?
recently, i've been into crispy line art. I've always been into bright complementary colors. My work are not at all realistic. I don't think I have a name for my style. Pin's Personal Wonderland?
They feel cold and sad though, no matter what I do.

◆Are you satisfied with your current art?
"of course not" (Az)

◆What kind of artist are you aiming for?
the best of Pin... I'm recently loving japanese/chinese influenced art. I've always done work something children's literature illustration-ish but for adults since High School. I think it's probably because I love children's literature a lot. ooohh I like James Jean! Or the boys of Miami Ink!

◆Thank you.
Now please fill in the next columns by writing the names of the artists that match the criteria. Artists tagged must fill in this baton.

Cool：
Cute： Az
Stylish：
Unique：
Moe：
Tasty：
Smart：
Sexy： Czar!!!
Admirable： Czar!!! pa rin

Eh, I just like answering these things. I really don't know if I could tag any. Hindi na kase ako active eh!

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/24101467/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/24101467/ Mon, 06 Apr 2009 19:57:41 PDT
Can you please make my life a little brighter by visiting this site? [link]

BounceUniversity.com is the new blog/web site for Bounce Magazine which concerns itself with pretty much anything related to life in college or uni. We also feature individuals including artists and their works so do visit, explore and comment!

If you want to be featured or would like someone to be featured other than yourself, do leave a message in the site or here. Also, if you want to have a tie up with October 80 or the particular magazine/blog, do not hesitate to send a message to [link].

Thanks!

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/21256129/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/21256129/ Fri, 31 Oct 2008 21:25:51 PDT
But I'm still thesis poor. :3

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16938581/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16938581/ Mon, 18 Feb 2008 00:50:34 PST
Song of Childhood
By Peter Handke


When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?

When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.

When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.

It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.

When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.

When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.

When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.

When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16780044/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16780044/ Fri, 08 Feb 2008 05:12:38 PST
is my photography account.



Thank you so much for your warm response to Krystle Uy's picture. If you want to see more of her... her face too... please visit my photo account. Moreover, do visit dom's page as well and see his pictures of Kryz: [link] . Also, demand that he posts his pictures with a bigger size so everyone can see them properly. hehe.

Thank you very much.

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16731349/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16731349/ Mon, 04 Feb 2008 21:56:35 PST
Anyway, the reason why I don't do "yosi shots" among a few other things is that my Literature teacher once told us that most amateur writers, though not necessarily bad writers, first write about sex and/or smoking. Other than the fact that I have never tried smoking in my entire life, I think that succumbing to the urge of creating something embracing the two said subjects (sex and smoking) only stresses that one is being an amateur.

There really isn't anything wrong with being a beginner. Not everyone is a prodigy. I am obviously not a genius with what I do--with photography, not even with drawing/painting. However, if one does things that an amateur would do and only does these things, then one will never progress to becoming a master. It is better to fail at achieving something great than to succeed ONLY at achieving something you, yourself, might even forget. At least, you can say, that you have taken part in something that could have been awesome. You can try again.

"Start small," people would say. You can, but that's for practice and test runs. It's not yet something to be proud of yet. "One step at a time," some would say. Failing is my first step, but it is a large step.

Maybe everyone should see what they do as failures. That way, they can never be satisfied. With this in mind, they will always think that they have yet to achieve greatness while, at the same time, keep themselves humble.

Trying to do something greater than one thinks he or she can do is sometimes not at all presumptuous. It is merely trying.


(Share over. I'm just a bit annoyed that the Ongpin trip wouldn't push through... Stupid sick body of mine. Nonetheless, I will do something.)

Added note: What I'm trying to say is that, don't sell yourself short (Did I word that idiom correctly?). Be a bit ambitious because you can afford to.

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16221649/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16221649/ Wed, 02 Jan 2008 10:04:16 PST By Joi Barrios


Paslangin ang bawat salita
ng humamak sa kasarian:
Puta, kiri, kerida,
haliparot, talipandas,
putang ina mo.

Tiyakin ang poot, petsa at oras,
lahat ng sandali at pagkakataong
nagnakaw ng pagkatao
ang bawat kataga.
Ihanda ang sandata,
patalim na itatarak sa mga tirik
na gumahasa sa kaluluwa,
baril na magpapasabog
sa bawat alaala na pagkitil
ng puso.

Isagawa ang pagpaslang
sa araw na maliwanag,
sa harap ng lahat.

Hindi paghihiganti
kundi pagbibigay-katarungan
Pagkat krimen ang pagbigkas
ng mga salitang
ngayo’y pinapaslang.

====

It's about time we post something our own. This is why I like Joi Barrios' poems so much.

Please read her translation of Pablo Neruda's poems too. They're a treat.

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16048670/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/16048670/ Sat, 22 Dec 2007 19:10:21 PST by Mark Doty


Cambridge Street, summer,
and a boy in a blue bandanna brought the bartender
flowers: delphiniums, splendid, blackened

in the dim room, though it was still afternoon, "tea
dance," in the heat of early July. Men in too-tight jeans
--none of them dancing-- watched

the black women singing. Secret advocates of our hearts,
they urged us on as they broke apart
in painterly chaos on the video screen,

gowns and wigs, perfectly timed gestures
becoming bits of iridescent weather
in the club's smoked atmosphere. The Supremes

--by the historical, lushly ascetic--then the endless
stream of women we loved, emblematic, reckless
in their attachments, or so the songs would have us think.

The man I met, slight and dark as Proust, a sultry flirt,
introduced himself because he liked my yellow shirt.
I don't remember who bought who drinks,

or why I liked him; I think it was simply
that I "could". The heady rush of quickly
leaving together, late sun glaring over the Charles,

those last white sails blinding: it was so easy,
and strangely exhilarating, and free
as the women singing: a tidal, glimmering whirl

into which could ease down, without thinking,
and simply be swept away. I was ready and waiting
to be swept. After the subway ride,

he knelt in front of me on the bleachers
in an empty suburban park, and I reached
for anything to hold onto, my head thrown back

to blueblack sky rinsed at the rim
with blazing city lights, then downt to him:
relentless, dazzling, anyone. The smokestacks

and office towers loomed, a half-lit backdrop
beyond the baseball diamond. I didn't want him to ever stop,
and he left me breathless and unsatisfied.

He was a sculptor, and for weeks afterward I told myself
I loved him, because I'd met a man and was't sure
I could meet another--I'd never tried--

and because the next moring, starting
off to work, the last I saw of him, he gave me a heart
ceramic, the marvel of a museum school show

his class had mounted. No one could guess
how he'd fired hollow clay entirely seamless
and kept it from exploding. I thought it beautiful, though

I was wrong about so much: him,
my prospects, the charm of the gift.
Out of context, it was a cool,

lumpish thing, earth-toned, lop-sided,
incapable of standing on its own. I propped
it up with books, then left it somewhere, eventually,

though I don't mind thinking of it now
when I don't have the first idea where it's gone.
I called him more than twice.

If I knew where he was, even his last name,
(something Frenche?) I might call again
to apologize for my naive

persistence, my lack of etiquette,
my ignorance of the austere code of tricks.
I didn't know then how to make love like that.

I thought of course we'd go onl earning
the fit of chest to chest, curve to curve.
I didn't understand the ethos, the drama

of the search,
the studied approach to touch
as brief and reclessly enjambed

as the magic songs: "Give me just a little more time,
I'm so excited, I will survive."
Nothing was promised, nothing sustained

or lethal offered. I wish I'd kept the heart.
Event he emblems of our own embarrassment
became acceptable to us, after a while,

evidence of someone we'd once have wished to erase:
a pottery heart,
an unrecaptured thinkg that might represent

the chancy exhilaration of a day, years ago
--1981--bleached sails on the Charles blowing,
the blueblack women in their rapture on the screen,

their perfected longing and release.
The astonishing flowers; seething
a blue I could barely see.


--
Here's a bit of gay lit to make us feel cozy yet in a panic.

I am as confused with my College course as a newly gay man is with...many things. Don't laugh at the analogy.

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/15769199/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/15769199/ Sun, 02 Dec 2007 18:00:33 PST

LITANY
by Carolyn Creedon


Tom, will you let me love you in your restaurant?
i will let you make me a sandwhich of your invention and i will
eat it and call
it a carolyn sandwhich. then you will kiss my lips and taste the
mayonaise and
that is how you shall love me in my restaurant

Tom, will you come to my empty beige apartment and hep me
set up my daybed?
yes, and i will put the screws in loosely so that when we move
on it, later,
it will rock like a cradle and then you will know you are my
baby

Tom, I am sitting on my dirt bike on the deck. Will you come
out from the kitchen
and watch the people with me?
yes, and then we will race to your bedroom. i will win and we
will tangle up
on your comforter while the sweat rains from our stomachs and
foreheads

Tom, the stars are sitting in tonight like gumball gems in a little
girl's
jewelry box. Later an we walk to the duck pond?
yes, and we can even go the long way past the jungle gym. i
will push you on
the swing, but promise me you'll hold tight. if you fall i might
disappear

Tom, can we make a baby together? I want to be a big pregnant
woman with a
loved face and give you a squalling red daughter.
no, but i will come inside you and you will be my daughter

Tom, will you stay the night with me and sleep so close that we
are one person?
no, but i will lay down on your sheets and taste you. there will
be feathers
of you on my tongue and then i will never forget you

Tom, when we are in line at the convenience store can I put my
hands in your
back pockets and my lips and nose in your baseball shirt and feel
the crook
of your shoulder blade?
no, but later you can lay against me and almost touch me and
when i go i will
leave my shirt for you to sleep in so that always at night you
will be pressed
up against the thought of me

Tom, if I weep and want to wait until you need me will you
promise that someday
you will need me?
no, but i will sit in silence while you rage, you can knock the
chairs down
any mountain. i will always be the same and you will always
wait.

Tom, will you climb on top of the dumpster and steal the sun
for me? It's just
hanging there and I want it.
no, it will burn my fingers. no one can have the sun: it's on loan
from god.
but i will draw a picture of it and send it to you from richmond
and then you
can smooth out the paper and you will have a piece of me as
well as the sun

Tom, it's so hot here, and I think I'm being born. Will you
come back from
Richmond and baptise me with sex and cool water?
i will come back from richmond. i will smooth the damp spiky
hairs from the
back of your wet neck and then i will lick the salt off it. then i
will leave

Tom, Richmond is so far away. How will I know how you love
me?
i have left you. that is how you will know

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/14157133/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/14157133/ Mon, 13 Aug 2007 22:20:27 PDT
In relation to being "lost",

I have an insight I failed to share with my lit friends:

I think, stylistically, the Odyssey is quite genius. The story is about a war hero's struggle to go home. Quite odd for ancient literature, the main character, Odyssey is not found in the first few books of the epic. The only time he found his way in the center of the story is when he was found by the Phaeacians as a castaway. These Phaecians, of course, were instrumental in his going home to Ithaca. In effect, we, the readers/ listeners, feel that Odysseus was, in deed, lost for he was literally lost from the verses of his epic.


I'm a nerd.

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/13755072/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/13755072/ Mon, 16 Jul 2007 09:39:07 PDT
It wasn't easy work though. We were asked to read the entire section on Greek and Roman Mythology in Thomas Bulfinch's book, and we were given 110 names where we picked 45 mythological being/ place to identify as extensively as we could and five other people/group of people whose stories we were supposed to pack in two to three sentences.

Well, it's a bit easy, but if you were taking the test, you'd wish they asked who the gods of Olympus are and not the three graces or the furies or asked for the story of Jason and the Argonauts, or Philemon and Baucis. -_- I don't even know if I got the last name correctly.

Nonetheless... A! Weeee!!! I am now more confident that I haven't become completely lazy.


Thanks, Sir Abad.

Also, we just finished The Iliad a while ago. I didn't read the entire book (ehehe. How will I survive?), but I enjoyed the discussions especially the history lessons at the side. We just started The Odyssey, and our professor gave us a new timeline. (Because of the many holidays imposed by Gloria, we are now running out of Lit time). I'm really sad that we won't be able to tackle Lyric poetry in the antiquity. Oh no, Sappho...

I am extremely excited for my next Lit class. Apart from the Western Literature, Third World Literature and Philippine Literature in English that I am required to take, I am thinking of getting another elective like Fairy Tales/Children's Literature, Literature in Film, The Elvish World (something like that, and the primary readings would be Lord of the Rings and the like), Gothic Literature and possibly a writing class... for poetry or drama, should I say?

An A in Greek and Roman Mythology, yo! I feel invincible.

Oh, my friend brought this up a while ago:
If Akhilleus was invincible and invulnerable except, of course, at the heel, what need did he have for an armour forged by the god, Hephaestus? Tantananan!

Here's another thing to think about:
The reason why Akhilleus is so great is that he was, in a way, able to achieve completeness without consummation of physical contact (with Patroklos of course who had already died at that time) to achieve Arete or "exellence" (Abad)/ "perfection" (Lozada). He was able to fill out what he lacked (which Patroklos had and completed in him): "kindness and generosity" (based on Silk) at the end of The Iliad when he granted the release of Hektor's body to Priam.


I am a geek. -_-

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/11238731/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/11238731/ Fri, 29 Dec 2006 21:51:47 PST
--Conchitina Cruz

]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/8423242/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/8423242/ Mon, 10 Apr 2006 01:03:52 PDT Anna Bernaldo

"Love is a choice," my mother always says,
But this time her spatula did not point
Pragmatically in my direction.
It stirred silence on the boiling broth,
Ripples matching the excited rhythm
Of the TV sports anchor's voice
In a basketball game my father is watching

Now that I'm older, I'm forced to reconsider
You and my fixation on the Addams couple
As our role models forever.
One always hungry for the other.

I never listened to my mother,
But every day I see her.
And I'm older and love must be domestic,
Responsible, sensible as a haircut in summer.

Is it possible for us to make something more
Out of what we are about to have?
Of course, you do not know.
Even I do not know.
Why did I even begin asking questions?
I just wanted to write you a love poem
But I can only live one for you. ]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/8298308/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/8298308/ Tue, 28 Mar 2006 19:08:28 PST

Ballad of a Lonely Masturbator
by Anne Sexton


The end of the affair is always death.
She's my workshop. Slippery eye,
out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone. I horrify
those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Finger to finger, now she's mine.
She's not too far. She's my encounter.
I beat her like a bell. I recline
in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

I break out of my body this way,
an annoying miracle. Could I
put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute's speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

She took you the way a women takes
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today's paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed. ]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/8270111/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/8270111/ Sat, 25 Mar 2006 23:27:24 PST (Divine Poems)
Jose Garcia Villa


Now I will tell you the Future
Of God. The future of God is

Man. God aspired before and
Failed. Jesus was too much

God. Since God is moving
Towards Man, and Man is moving

Towards God—they must meet
Sometime. O but God is always

A Failure! That Time is the
End of the world. When God

And Man do meet—they will
Be so bitter they will not speak. ]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/7737303/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/7737303/ Sun, 29 Jan 2006 01:00:11 PST
I'm so happy. And I'm super broke. I will be in-debt to my parents for the next twelve months, but it's okay. ]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/5409242/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/5409242/ Fri, 20 May 2005 06:22:12 PDT
-The End of the Affair by Graham Greene


Much has been said by this line. However, more is still to be read.

This book is like a ticket to Maurice Bendrix’s mind. In this writer’s mind, you will witness the cruelty and irony of the world he lives in.

In the story, Maurice got into an affair with Sarah Miles, a beautiful wife of an English civil officer, only because he desired to learn more about her husband for a novel he was writing. Soon, his fondness for her turned to love pierced by jealousy and paranoia.

One night, after a bomb almost killed Maurice, Sarah suddenly terminated the affair which roused in Maurice hate for Sarah. After more than a year of not seeing each other, Maurice hired a private detective after Henry, Sarah’s husband confided that he suspects Sarah is having an affair. Maurice soon found out that Sarah has been preoccupied by something. Maurice soon found out the true reasons behind Sarah’s behavior.

This novel is a collection of battles for love, hate, trust, and religious faith. This has been one of the truest testimonies to “human nature” and the “nature of love”. ]]> ~saintmary http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/5057697/ http://saintmary.deviantart.com/journal/5057697/ Mon, 11 Apr 2005 05:46:55 PDT
Though the book is not as wonderful as many think (I mean, people actually created cults worshipping Alexander the Great because of this and the other books that follow “Fire from Heaven”.), it says a lot about how he developed as the famous genius general that we all recognize. And it tells us a good deal about his odd (though not at that time) relationships with other men. (coughs) Renault did not, in any given circumstance, write about "that" if you know what I mean.

Unfortunately, for those who would like to read this book, “Fire from Heaven” is currently out of stock, and I don’t think they’re going to make copies any time soon. The first copy I read, which my friend, Pia, illegally photocopied so that I can have my own, is from our former school’s library and was published during 1969. The library did not have “The Persian Boy” which was first published a few years after, and it was good that they don’t since it would have been placed in the restricted area anyway. (Hehe!! But I have a copy, a real one as a matter of fact!)

What I am trying to say is that for those who would like to meet Hephaistion, or Bagoas, these books would truly be a good read since the information about Alexander’s lovers cannot just be found anywhere.

This is a good way to appreciate history. Also, “Funeral Games”, which is said to be the best of the three Alexander books I have mentioned, is a great text if you would like to gain in-depth knowledge about the politics about that time. (Ironically, this is a narration about the years after Alexander, obviously the supposed protagonist of the historical fiction, died of a still uncertain cause.)

Enjoy! Also, for those who like Anime, DN Angel is very cute. I just saw it (my sister’s friend brought cds and I wasn’t doing anything.). ]]> ~saintmary