Junk Post

Book Wishlist

Yeah, I know I still have a lot of unread books at home, but that doesn’t stop people like me from wanting more books!

It’s already November; 2016 is almost over already, and I can’t help but feel that life is getting shorter— too short to enjoy all the stories waiting for me to discover (and afford). That’s why instead of making the usual gift wishlist, why not ask for books, instead? It doesn’t even need to be brand new; worn, pre-loved books are welcome, as long as the last few pages are intact (I will murder you if you give me a book, only to find out the ending is missing).

So here’s my initial list of books I wish I can buy for myself soon, or for someone to give to me this Christmas. I’ll try to update the list from time to time. But if you have other books that you want to share, why not? AS LONG AS IT IS NOT THE TWILIGHT SERIES OR FIFTY SHADES OF GREY OR WHATEVER CHEESY HARLEQUIN ROMANCE / MILLS & BOONS BOOK.  Continue reading

Standard
Junk Post

I Don’t Know How To Title This One

When you’re 35 years old and single, you realize from time to time that each day, each moment, is often a tightrope walk between blessed contentment and depression. Well, at least, that’s what it feels for me.

No, I’m not talking romance anymore. Trust me, you eventually get to a point where you just don’t care and stop pining and chasing after that person you really fell for; doesn’t mean you don’t love them anymore, you just learn that falling for someone shouldn’t also mean falling flat on your face. I’m talking survival— like, frantically coughing and hammering my own chest at past 2:00AM because for the second time in my life (I think), I think I just had a mini-cardiac arrest. While I was alone in my room. Without a mobile load. With a crappy wifi signal (but it’s free, so who am I to complain?). Without a health card or insurance. And all I can think of was God, not like this. I mean, seriously: if I died— it would take days before people notice I’m dead. The landlord would probably discover my corpse once the neighbors complain of my rotting smell. So I wrack my memory for some emergency self-administered first-aid, and pray to God it works.

That was some time ago. And lately, I realize I’m subconsciously scared to sleep; thank you, Google, for all those sudden death syndrome articles. Ironically, I know the lack of sleep isn’t helping, either. Continue reading

Standard
Junk Post

The Tragic Dilemma Called “Two Free Tickets for a Single Guy”

So yeah, I love getting free movie tickets from Ayala Cinema’s Sureseats. Being a loyal movie patron (and site/promo stalker), I often am a recipient of their freebies. As one of my favorite quotes go:

“Chance favors the prepared mind.” —Louis Pasteur

Ah, but with great gifts come great responsibility — and having two free tickets to an awesome movie is a difficult challenge for a single guy like me. What should I do with the other ticket??? And what will others think about what I did with the other ticket??? Continue reading

Standard
Junk Post

Wise Foolishness of a Procrastinating Obsessive-Compulsive… is not the topic in this post.

I’m a guy of simple pleasures. Sure, I haven’t won in the Philippine Lotto, or any raffles ever since. But I take pride in the fact that I do win some freebies from time to time – like the time Ayala had a slogan writing contest (I actually had 3 entries – two of which I used my friends’ names. And both of the entries under their names won – free Ayala GCs. The entry in my name, unfortunately, did not). There was also a couple of free movie ticket I got for the premiere showing of Predators (which I also had to let go due to conflicts of priorities/commitments).

Until finally, I got something I can finally enjoy for myself. Yes. A free copy of Readers Digest! Weee! But why am I so excited over it? Simple – it’s a big chunk of my childhood memories! I remember summers where I would just dig up copies from way back in the 1960s (or even earlier), and discover about forgotten stories and cultures. It’s one of the most important influences in my enthusiasm towards literature – and even dreamt once to be a writer for it. But alas, I’ll have to settle by being a contributor on the online discussion threads for now.

Here’s the couple of replies I sent in a particular discussion which rewarded me with the mentioned prize:  Continue reading

Standard