Look who’s getting hooked with Pop Fictions!
I started working and earning and I thought, “Hey! I should spend my money on something that I can remember I spent it into, like something I can touch and would touch me too.” Then I saw the Pop Fiction shelf under the stairs of National Bookstore Calamba. And they’ve been my companions since last month.
24/50 A Place in Time by Jessica Concha
This did not meet my expectations. The plot was a bit off. The characters were quite lifeless. And some scenes were pre-assumed. When I was reading it, I wanted to stop because I can guess what would eventually happen. But I continued reading, anyway. Sayang naman yung pera ko, and I’m not the type of reader who ditches a book she started just bec it’s off. I was, “Cmon! Give the book a chance!” I just hope the second book would be better. PS: I’m not saying that it’s a bad book. It is just that, I don’t like the story. And me not liking the story does not make it a bad book. And hey! The cover was good. (I mean almost all the Pop Fiction books have good covers lol.)
25/50 The Bachelor by Janelle Ruiz
This is definitely the Pop Fiction book that my hands and eyes and mind wouldn’t want to let go of! I like the idea of the author, the setting was in USA and it was finely written, like the whole story can naturally happen in this make-believe world. I like the characters, they have their firm identities (especially Julianne who’s guarded herself so much she almost shut herself out of the crappy world). Good job, greenwriter!
26/50 Mr. Maniac Meets Ms. Pervert by Hazel Rose Sarito
I know the title is not so hideous for what’s written in it. I was expecting some good orgasmic scenes but I didn’t get what I wanted. So yeah, next time I should lower down my expectations about these pretentious books lol. You’ll think it’s about hooking up and sex and all, but it’s not. The way I understand it, it was about building a family and dealing with pathetic family issues. Yeah. Read it if you want. Some points are shallow, and few are deep. Get on, carry on. I don’t quite agree with JD saying that being perfect is being contented. Because I was never contented, I am not contented, and I don’t think I’ll ever be contented.
Don’t get this wrong. Before, I thought it was just another stupid impulse of mine. But I have been thinking of it for quite too long now. Everyday, I would tell and think to myself that I want to resign. That I want to leave. That I wasn’t meant for my current post. That I was meant for something bigger. That I did not spend four years in the premiere university to be stuck doing what I do not want to do. Every day it will be played inside my head like a song on repeat. And I want the song to stop because I don’t think I can take any more crap that I don’t totally deserve. Because if it didn’t stop I’ll go crazy.
I want to leave, and I don’t know how am I gonna break it to those people. I know drafting a resignation letter will be as easy as tracing dots to form a line. But they need me. And I don’t need them. And the “needing” part is such a bull crap. What happened to me? I’m used not to care before. I wouldn’t care about leaving. I wouldn’t care about the people who need me. I wouldn’t care that I would leave behind things that I know will collapse if I’ll be gone. But now I care. Damn. Am I beginning to be a soft-hearted man? Am I beginning to be responsible for the shits that I have done? It sucks. I just want to leave.
Your voice has become my favorite sound.
I love how you say my name, how you sigh, how you laugh at my loser jokes, how you whisper those undecipherable words against my ears, how you attempt to stop from hiccuping, how you shout that you love me in the vast blue ocean, how you sing on the phone, how you sing hitting all the wrong notes during a family celebration, I love your grunts and groans, the way you speak with your hands and eyes. I just love your voice. And hearing you speak to me makes me feel safe even when you’re not here. I just love your voice.
This blog is pretty much on hiatus now.
I don’t know. I’m so caught up with my tangled decisions, I keep on delaying things that I know I should prioritize. I just want to sleep for a long time and never wake up while my life will decide on itself. Ugh, I know I’m not making any sense now. I feel drunk and tired.
It’s like I’m drowning, and you saved me.
You are the feeling of surfacing out to get air.
You are the spectrum to my black and white and gray life.
You are the familiar face in every crowd.
You are the home that I’d always be welcomed into.
You are the sun rays that escaped through the clouds.
You are the stars in my darkest nights.
You are there when I’m not even searching.
You are here.
You are everywhere.