I see some women around me who gasp at every sight of some twinkling pair of shoes from Michael Kors or, better yet, Prada.
I also see some women that goes giddy at the thought of saving their paycheck to buy the latest bag from Louis Vuitton... Whilst they are all telling themselves that LV is "an investment".
I see my own girl friends spend their whole spare time (and the not so unsparable ones) in the office basking and browsing through hundreds of websites that offer the latest big bags, gladiator shoes, and baby dresses.
But, yes, of course. I can relate to them.
But not by me hanging around the mall to window shop nor browsing through the web for shoes.
I could get free hand-me-down shoes from my aunt in the States. I could use my clothes over and over again (every after laundrying it,ok?).
But, I could not get enough staying in the malls to just read and browse and sponge in my paradise... Powerbooks and Fully Booked and - of course - sometimes in National Bookstore also.
Just can't get enough of 'em.
I can stay there the whole day reading and reading and reading until my back, leg, and butt aches because I think these bookstores intentionally didn't provide enough good and comfortable seats to sit on. I prefer non-fiction. Used to read a lot of works by Max Lucado and John Maxwell. But I now read a larger variety of genre. This year I just started to read fiction. I am also fond of reading those little books that has a compilation of Pinoy jokes. Ü I also like the works of Marcus Buckingham and Sherry Argov. I like reading books that makes me realize how complicated yet simple human beings are. I guess I just like meeting, talking, be-friending, observing, and understanding everyone in general. May it be people, animals, nature, and life.
I'm a frustrated writer, a trying hard home-schooling single parent, a self-managing employee, a Korean and Filipino English tutor, a proof reafer, a pretty good speaker, and a teacher, learner, and student of Life.
That's all. Thank you. Bow.
P.S. I believe that everybody is somebody else's weirdo.
So, I wonder who's going to be my weirdo here, eh?
Love you all!