I can't believe I'm really reading again. Sometime in college, my fixation with books lost steam. If you're an accounting student it's just too easy to lose interest in literature. You would rather spend time trying to hide that floating 1 peso in your balance sheet than get deluded into thinking you have free time in your hand to read a book. Unless of course you are mother brain Heidee. I think that being involved in competitive debate also played a part. If you had to analyze and make a case out of the top 10 pressing world issues, you'd so easily lose interest in the top 10 bestsellers in National Bookstore (or Golden Bell, if you're from Zamboanga City). Unless, again, you're Heidee.

My previous read was Christopher Moore's A Dirty Job. I thoroughly enjoyed the humor in the first chapters, but towards the end, it felt like there were too many things happening with too little explanation to keep the pages under four hundred. But the ending was fun so yeah, I'd still recommend it. 

Like you care, right?

Anyhow, guess where I bought the book. In a small convenience store near my place. Talk about convenience. You want a book? Wham! They got it. You want a plunger? Wham! They got it. You want an egg cell donated by Renée Zellweger? Wham! You got it.

Speaking of stores, my former housemates were once amazed to find that I can spend more than 2 hours in a grocery store.  When I need to buy stuff, I usually make a mental list of these things but on top of it I'd still make my way in all sections of the store and see if I find anything I like. Whereas as women go nuts in the shopping mall, I am in my element in the supermarket.

Lordy lord I miss SM.