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A Poised Quill πŸ‡΅πŸ‡­  βœ’ Quiet adventures told through the lens and words of @bobbierebultan ❀ Food + Books πŸ“š goodreads.com/bobbierebultan πŸ‘‰ facebook.com/APoisedQuill


Setting the scene: She's always been pessimistic. She doesn't like getting her hopes up.

So when he brought her to their favorite seafood shack where they had their first date, she only thought he wanted to indulge on a Friday night.

So when after that, he brought her to a bookstore that was open late at night while he watched with a smile as she browsed the shelves for two hours, she only thought he was amused at how indecisive she's always been when book shopping.

So when upon reaching home, he tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her towards the back of the house, she only thought he wanted to check the yard.

So when she saw the gazebo light up and hundreds of wisteria hung from the ceiling, and rose petals covered the floor, her heart began to race, but she tried to remember the date, wondering if she forgot an occasion.

But when she finally stood inside the twinkling flower-strewn gazebo and he hugged her and she felt and heard the wild thud-thud his heart made in sync with hers, she finally understood.

He looked at her shyly, and then knelt down on one knee.

Finally, she believed.

Now reading: Blindness by JosΓ© Saramago. This has a high average rating on Goodreads, but I also noticed that it's really not for everybody. A lot of people found this book very heavy and disturbing. I am willing to give this a chance, of course. Admittedly, however, I am already finding myself a bit swayed by the negative reviews. Leafing through the pages, I just KNOW I would struggle through the writing style. πŸ˜• I hope I won't be DNF-ing this. πŸ˜₯
My review of The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet is already up on the blog and on goodreads! πŸ˜‰
πŸ“˜ http://bit.ly/apq-book-wayfarers1

Setting the scene: Was it odd he loved this place so much? He knew not many six-year olds go here for fun, but it's quiet and it smells of chocolate and his dad's coffee. β˜• Certainly the adults don't mind, if the small smiles they gave him are any indication.

He sat, one of his legs dangling from the cushiony chair, and the other tucked underneath him. His dark wavy fringe fell over his thick-rimmed glasses as he hunched over a big book with glossy pages. One page, in particular, was entirely covered with a picture of a planet with rings that seemed to glow. The planet was surrounded with dots of white, and gray against black. He gazed at the picture, staring at the planet's rings and then to the moons and the stars--his eyes twinkling with fascination. On the next page was an outline of information about the planet Saturn. He read carefully and dutifully. His tiny lips silently moving as he read, repeating to himself the few words he was unfamiliar with.

He looked up from his book, dazed. His small hands reached over the table and grabbed the tall glass of chocolate milkshake his sister bought for him, and he sipped happily. He looked out the window. πŸŒ–β­πŸŒ  There were no stars, but he saw the moon. The moon is waxing, he thought, remembering reading that term from his book.

He sighed. Someday, he thought to himself, he will take trips to the moon and gaze back at Earth while being surrounded with stars. πŸš€πŸŒŒ And he will be sipping chocolate milkshake while he's at it.🍫
So, the vignette above is inspired by my CR: The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet (not the one in the pic). I knoooow, what's taking me sooo long to finish the book? You'll find out on my review. (I'm targetting this weekend to finish it)

A day late here in the πŸ‡΅πŸ‡­, but hey! It's still their birthday in some other parts of the world. πŸ˜‚ Happee birthdae, Harry and JK Rowling! ⚑❀ Cauldron cakes for eeeeeverybody! πŸŽ‚β€ No matter how old Harry is (37, whew! 😌) He will always be that foolhardy and sassy boy who showed us that friendship, bravery, and belief in ourselves are magic beyond fantasy! ❀
(Photo above is an 'outtake' from my Frostbeard Studio cauldron cake shots ❀)

Golden Trio when I'm at RSM: Crispy Pata, Sinigang na Salmon, and Inihaw na Pusit ❀ Filipino lunch is always a fun affair. 😌 Warm, homey, and magnanimous. Imagine attending a celebration at a Filipino household. Ugh. Downright fulfilling. 😰 The weather here in the Philippines is atrocious right now πŸŒ©πŸŒ§β˜” but sipping on hot soup for lunch makes everything bearable. 😍

Setting the scene: She stacked a fresh batch of cauldron cakes atop her trolley, releasing a fresh smell of caramel and cinnamon. She strolled down the corridor, occasionally taking a peek inside the compartments. She was careful. With years in this job, the students are happy when they see her, but she doesn't want to be intrusive. Oh she loves these kids and they are well-behaved, but teenagers are capricious!

The Hogwarts students are her favorite customers, but some of them tend to look at her curiously which makes her fluster even at age 102. Unfortunately, being a Squib gets you less-friendly looks. It's just amazing, however, that her grandson is starting at Hogwarts next year! Truly exciting! She herself didn't get to study at Hogwarts, of course. But oh the wonderful time her grandson would have!

Four compartments ahead, a shock of red hair peeked out from the cabin. A Weasley. Once he saw her, he grinned broadly and waved. She smiled back and he darted back inside his compartment. She remembered the first time she saw that boy. He had looked so dejected not being able to buy cauldron cakes from her trolley then, but his best friend--a lanky boy who turned out to be Harry Potter--bought cakes for him. Such a thoughful boy. ❀ Maybe her grandson can be friends with them and they can go on adventures! She let the thought linger as she pushed the Honeydukes Express trolley towards the red-headed boy. ❀
POV of the trolley-lady on the Hogwarts Express. Her personality here is purely non-canon. I don't know anything about her so I indulged.

#HeadmastersOffice - still my favorite @frostbeardmpls candle. 😍
Take me back to WWHP, please. 😌 My HP collection needs an update. And take me to the @wbtourlondon 😱

Can we just have milkshakes instead of Mondays? 😭
Classic @starrs_famous_shakes are looove 😍❀

Now reading: The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers. πŸš€πŸŒŒ Okay, so I had a haaaard time getting a copy of this book here in the πŸ‡΅πŸ‡­ (shout out to @_fullybooked for helping me! 😚❀) I've been wanting to read this because of the good reviews. I seriously hope this book is as fun as Goodreaders say. ❀
My review of Norse Mythology is already up on the blog and on goodreads! πŸ˜‰
πŸ“˜ http://bit.ly/apq-book-norse-myth

Almost weekend! πŸ˜ͺ I want to take a quick trip to Baguio for the dense greenery and Choco-Late de Batirol's hot chocolate β˜•, but I'm afraid I would be tempted to stay there forever. πŸ˜… Manila is ever abuzz and all, but living here gets toxic. πŸ˜₯

#BookCellar candle from @frostbeardmpls featuring the first favorites to occupy my shelves. πŸ“š What it reminds me: discovery of long-lived treasures.
Setting the Scene: Specks of dust floated and danced in the light drifting through the clerestory. A smell hung in the air, of mildew and spring. A peculiar blend of old and new.

A girl, barely an adult, crossed the room. Her footsteps echoed with sadness and curiosity. She held in her hand a piece of paper. On it is her mother's round cursive. "To my darling bookworm," it read. "May you find home in these pages as I have." With dark, inquisitive eyes, she gazed at the bookshelf in front of her, age-old and imposing with the amount of books it held. But it welcomed her, creaking softly as her hand pulled open its glass doors.

The girl reached up and took a dog-eared book from the shelves. It rested in her hands with a sigh, the sound of a soul finding its way home. Its spine made fragile by time, and its pages smelled of memory.

New candles from @frostbeardmpls! πŸ’• I'm in love with New Paperback. πŸ˜β€πŸ“š

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