Shainne Hostalero

The Good Read:                  The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein (c) Shainne Hostalero This book was one of the many books I have read before. On this renovated blog of mine, I have decided to share the books and articles that made sense to me, moved me or caught me in between of this mad life. It's pretty much amazing how gloomy things and days can turn so vibrant when reading a book. It's mesmerizing. I felt like I have different worlds aside from the one I was into. I remember buying this book in Fully Booked when I was waiting for a friend. I bought it along side with Haruki Murakami's Norwegian Wood which I have yet to share - a power-enriched book too like a nutritious food, only it touches deeper than internal, if you know what I mean. The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein is about Denny Swift, a former race car driver turned Customer Service Representative, his dog, Enzo and his whole family and career mat...

The Good Read:                        The Problems of Philosophy by Bertrand Russell A gloomy Sunday approached some good read. While I was searching for things to read, I came across this one chapter of The Problems of Philosophy by Bertrand Russell, by which, it discussed Appearance and Reality as one of the distinctions that cause most trouble in Philosophy. According to Bertrand Russell (which I thought of and agreed upon as well), "As soon as we try to be more precise, our troubles begin." There was a huge point there and we all can see it, it was obvious. Most of the time, we react based on what we see and what we think we believed in. And I guess, there is an enormous influence of the mind if and when we are going to believe something. Sometimes, even we see and we feel that those things are true and certain, we try to cross the point that there is still something strange about it; and we make ourselves believe t...

Amidst of all the craziness, I want to take the day to ponder on ways how I could express gratitude. The lucky I get, the blessed I will be and everything else, whether good or bad is just enough reason for me to be grateful. You are the fire giving me heat, the water that keeps me fresh and the best poem among the best ones I have inside my head. My heart is filled with such happiness I couldn't describe. A happiness that I can't even explain to anybody. Perhaps, it's true; that you wouldn't be able to describe such feeling because it should be felt. I take it all in. Of all the craziness in this damn universe and along the things that gives pain to our asses, you are my favorite pain in the ass (and I hope I am your favorite as well). What I have with you can't be bought by a billion dollars and that's for sure. Loving you is like having a diarrhea, I just can't hold it in! Hahaha! You are my favorite song on a rainy day. You are my favorite weather ...