For everyone who is in love.
Cloong on and on and on.
The trade books section of any mall is like a haven for geeky book lovers like me. One who is a lover of books would probabaly agree when i say that there's nothing nothing so exciting as the feeling that sweeps over a book lover when he or she finds a long-searched for book crammed in a corner of one shelf, just that one copy, and it costs less than even half the price of what it would be in mainstream stores. it's like seeing someone you know and you are fond of, someone you've always known but you've seen only for the first time.
dad and i found this great book haunt and i say, trade books rock, man. we hit the jackpot a couple of times now. the first time, we found The Chronicles of Narnia: The Silver Chair, hard bound, in excellent condition for only a whopping 90 pesos. a stark contrast compared to the paperback copy of that in National Bookstore, which costs almost 600 pesos (yes, we checked). If that's not what you'd call a great deal, i don't know what is. then, just last saturday, Olive Ann Burns' Cold Sassy Tree was crammed between two books, and it only cost 60 pesos! i've been searching for that book ever since i've read Bob Ong's Stainless Longganisa and i just couldn't believe that it was right there in my hand, only a measly 60 pesos away. unfortunately i don't have even 60 pesos at that time, and i am very much obliged to my sweety daddy penguin husband, who provided me the, er, funds to buy that book. and along with the Silver Chair book, he also bought me a hardbound, sci-fi-ish book called Small Eternities. he's so good to me. :D
most people ask me why if i love books this much, almost every book i own is in a state of, um, dilapidation. most of them are uncovered even after more than 10 years of being in my possession, and lots of pages are kinda dangling from their spines. but the thing is, i love books so much that if you give me one, i won't stop until i find out how the story played out. the i reread it and reread it and end by knowing it by heart, and no, that's not an exaggeration. i take them everywhere: to my bed, to the office, to the loos, in the jeep, while walking. i wish im kidding, but i'm not. lol. im that addicted. and by the time i get around to buying a plastic cover (after about a day or two), it's already folded or a bit torn at some place, or some drops of water or whatever i ate stained a page or two.
but the thing is, so long as i can read it, i don't really care how it looked like. books are not decors, anyway. so long as i can laugh with the characters, or cry with them or think with them and know them and love them, i'm okay. as long as i get to Never Land with Peter and Wendy or travel with Eustace and Jill and Puddleglum to City Ruinous, or hide from the Gestapo with Anne in the Secret Annex, or travel the world in eighty days on a bet with Mr. Fogg and Passepartout, or meet the five people in heaven and choose my own waiting place, and fight the Death Eaters with Harry, Ron and Hermione, i'm all good. books are more like friends to me than possessions, really.
this is the reason why, in spite of the fact that i'm yet to meet a person who is as addicted to books as i am, i would not make a good book critic. you see, i love them so much that very few books disappoint me. no matter how shallow the story, no matter how insipid the plot, i would still find something to like from that book and it will just grow on me. i don't care that everybody hated it and said that it was no good, so long as i find something that amused me or a new idea or something like that.
i guess that's how it is when you really love something. or someone. 
Everyone is jumping up and down (either in disbelief or indignation or whatever) upon unearthing Angelica Panganiban's ditry little secret. my two cents: i still think she's one of the prettiest girls in the entertainment industry. and that i feel sorry for her that she's judged and sniggered at and ridiculed because she lied. i know it's not good when someone lies, but come on. everyone does it. and considering the pressure on public figures such as her (who had to maintain an image of sweet/sexy babe), i understand why she lied. i probably would if i was in her position. you probably would too.
besides, chubby is cute. and just because i am chubby doesn't mean that it's the reason why i said that. *wink, wink*
I'm so busy nowadays that i don't have time to post my own entries. i just lurk around and comment here and there. but i love it. i love working and cursing at words that refuse to get out, and i love trying to seo this little bloggy of mine. haha, i don't know that much yet really, but i get excited when i see a bit of change in search results. my page rank is an embarassment as of now, but im starting to see some fledglings of the fruits of a month of link building and (discreetly) promoting my blog. and that's good enough. for now.
), my mom who in spite of everything we've been going through lately i still love and care for so much, my real friends (details later), my baby puppies who are not really puppies because they're like, a year old now but will always be puppies to me, and a somewhat fledgling career (hayup) that i can actually see myself doing for the rest of my life. 
