Wouldn't it be loverly?

My sister's science project has been taking residence beside our dining room window for about a week now. For some reason, seeing it makes me inexplicably happy. 

The Mongo plant is unbelievably easy and quick to grow. I'm not sure about other countries and other schools, but in my school, teachers have made a trend of defaulting to the mongo plant when conducting experiments. It's so resilient and dependable. While nurturing other vegetation normally takes blood, a lot of time, and a green thumb, you could leave a mongo seed in a closed box with some soil, open it a couple of days later, and find a weak, but sure fighter. (I don't really know if plants are very hard to grow, but I assume they are, as mongo is the only one that has ever thrived in my care. Please keep in mind that I know next to nothing about gardening.)

Disregarding all my praise for the Vigna radiata, I just find the sight of the thing so charming.

The weather has been pretty gloomy by Philippine standards. It's still outrageously humid, but not so warm. I decided to get cosy with chocolate and a cup of tea.

If you look up at the previous image, you might see my new favorite item: Burt's Bees lip shimmer in Peony. There's nothing better than the minty feel of their chapstick, except perhaps their coloured, shimmery, minty chapstick!

Last but not least, this baby lights up all of our lives. Just to clarify, he's not my baby. This addition to our family arrived almost 5 months ago. There's a 13-year age gap between him and my youngest sibling, and a 17-year age gap between him and me. Having two siblings born shortly after myself (and therefore not big enough a gap to coddle and carry), it's a lovely new experience having a baby brother.

*post title comes from the song 'Wouldn't it be Loverly?' from My Fair Lady. Both the song and the film are loverly <3 Carlo (my baby brother) loves the song too.

She is a great reader, and has no pleasure in anything else.

It seems I'm destined to be perpetually unable to keep a steady blog flow. 

I could blame it on school, which granted, has been busy, but I believe the real culprit is my idleness. The hardest part of everything is always getting started. Take for example, this post which has been waiting months and months for me to write. Now that I've begun typing, the words just flow out. However, it was the action of summing up enough initiative to actually write the post that hindered me.

I wont linger any longer spouting out apologies- or more appropriately- excuses.

"So what do I want to write today?" ponders Monica.

I've been feeling a sudden bout of insecurity. But it doesn't feel like a bout, a more accurate description would be: "I feel a vat of insecurities being poured over me as I sit in a pool of my own tears--- a morbid body of water, a shrine dedicated to all my failings."

Is this teenage angst? It feels more like the end of the world. (YEP, I can check that line off the list of "cliched sayings that must be said by every pubescent adolescent".)

And it's only Wednesday.

Woe is life.

But you know what always makes me feel a million times better?

Reading.

With a novel in hand, I float away from the realm of stark reality and into a land of infinite possibilities (another cliche, I believe? I'm on a roll).

So with no further ado, here's a booklist:

I hope you read through it and find something that might interest you. I recommend everything (well duh, it's my list).

Adios!

*the post title is a quote from Pride and Prejudice.