A Post-Valentine's Insanity

Yep, you read it right. Well, no, we're not dwelling on the insanity part because as you all know that I'm a bit insane, it wouldn't strike you as interesting. Rather let's factor out the Valentine's thingy. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the BookGeek, aka Scribbler, that little mongrel of plain absurdity and crooked philosophy, that piece of denuded humor and overworked fantasy, that little piece of scum, yes, your yours truly, the one and only me,  was chosen among throngs of more eligible or let's just say more appropriate guys to take part on the infamous searcher-searchee game. Hurray! Seemingly I passed on as a specie worth to be recognized as a potential match! Although as I would later point out to myself, it just so happened that I am a newbie in our group and hence I need to be initiated to the clique and what's more fun than have me as a guinea pig on the charade of "pick-up" game? Poor poor soul. That highly inflated balloon that was my ego (on finally being picked as a searchee) was suddenly burst into smithereens by my less atrocious self. 

What's more hilarious was that I actually won. Whoops, sorry, kindly contain yourself for a little bit more. Throw bags are yet to be distributed.

I won! Yes Virginia, it's a fact: I exist! Haha, I had to laugh at the seeming paradox of standing beside a cute girl while all I want to do is while away. 

Don't get me wrong. She's hot. But I could not just help laughing at myself. Geek-o-meter: gazilion bits turned into a veritable date. What an irony!

Now, now. I am not being harsh to myself; I could point out a good quality or two in me and I definitely know things on the art of dating. I had few experiences myself so yeah. I fancy myself as a humor guy when I am on date. But how can one humor a girl while dating on a spa?

LOL. Yep, we, both of us, won GC's for Spa treatment and we're supposed to do it together. But as it is, the work is tying us down already. Busy points at either ends. So guys I would just like to know what are your thoughts? How should I carry on the date @ the spa? It'd be a first time for me to do it in Spa and I honestly dunno how to do it.      

Thunder

Really liked this song.

Yeah, bring on the thunder!

Happy weekend everyone :)

A BookGeek's Tale

I went to FullyBooked Boni High St a few days earlier (my work is somewhere near High St and I couldn't stop myself whiling away to buy a book or two) and I could not have believed my luck. From the five books I was looking for, none was available. Lol. I am itching to obtain Oate's Sexy, though as it is one of those five I asked, I still have to check other stores, perhaps Bibliarch in Waltermart P.Tamo but I doubt they have it there. I would go check Powerbooks GB5 as well as FullyBooked Glorietta.

It is my only vice as of now, purchasing, as my sister would say, books that cost fortune. The remark, I believe is a bit of an exaggeration as my collection barely reach tens of thousand in amount when put together as they are almost all paperbacks but, to put it in context, when I was in Undergrad, they were accustomed me buying from BookSale. My mom jokingly asked me once, "Walang BookSale sa Makati no?" after coming home with Murakami's Hard Boiled Wonderland which cost me around 600 bucks. Compared when I bought The Rule of Four for a hundred.

Well, I had to give this to myself. I quit smoking already and hardly drink anything with alcohol in it. I was recently diagnosed with fatty liver disease which causes me being hypertensive. So yap, I had to give in to the doctor's advice if I wanted to live longer and be a Nobel Laureate. Lol. But not reading good books is definitely out of the question so every penny that I used to spend for packs of cigs and Friday night-outs are now all going to my bookshelf. 

Reading had always been integral for me. My siblings and I were all voracious readers. Perhaps we were influenced by both our mom and dad. They are quite readers themselves, though my passion for writing I got from Mom. It started when we were younger. She, Mom, would read to us stories that made our fascination to a good yarn kindled. The likes of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," "Icarus amd Daedalus," "The Fisherman's Daughter" and "Ali Baba and the Thieves" were my absolute favorites. And we, my siblings and myself, would all look forward to bedtime when she would read us those stories that no matter how many times heard always left the same impression on me--wonder and fascination.

I guess all I am saying is that I cannot live without a book to read. I could go on for months or even years without the idiot box ( it happened, actually but that's another story) but certainly not without a good story to read and ponder on. It is not too much to say that I would die of boredom without something to read. It so part of my system that I could not possibly exist wihout them (books). So yeah, I have to scout the bookstores and look for Sexy.