Last Friday night, RoAm and I went to the NBS Warehouse Sale. We couldn't contain our excitment when @nbsalert announced the dates for this year's "festivities." We originally scheduled to go on Sunday, together with Emman, but we cannot wait, so we went Friday after work instead (without Emman, poor boy). Call us lame because we dream about book sales, but then damn you. Every loop of the escalator going to the 4th floor whistled our inner enthusiasm. When we reached the space reeking of bookstore madness, we split and devoured the endless mounds of books, fanning ourselves or staying just a little too long in front of the industrial fans to ward off the heat. It wasn't as crowded as I'd expected. A good thing, considering it was a Fri-and-pay day. The letdown was, in my case, that there weren't as many great options as there were during last year's sale. Nonetheless, I'm happy with what I took home. I did the math. I spent P650 for seven titles that would have cost me P5,137. That's a whopping 87% savings. A visual:
These were well thought out, since I had a budget, and I'm really pleased to have gone way below said budget. I planned on going back yesterday for another round but decided against it. I'm doing pretty well on the restraint department, though maybe not so much when it comes to food. Ha ha, what's new?
I have become that girl who rewatches The Mindy Project because there's nothing from the hundreds of movies that I have that I want to watch, which is turning out to be significantly disturbing. "Agh, 'tis a lonely afternoon. What should I do?" "Hmm. I don't know. Maybe watch Mindy? All of its 31 episodes to date?" That was my inner monologue. And that's how I ended up spending 8 hours thinking that should I ever die heroically, enough to land me a documentary, I'd want Mindy Kaling to narrate my life. It will be so girly you'll have to chew Twizzlers to prevent yourself from puking. It will also be so rainbowy colorful, even if it's shown in black and white, because we're talking about Mindy's voice here. Gosh, my life will instantly, and wily so, become so interesting.
I colored my hair again. Twice this time, because I can't navigate my own hair at night. My sister had to fix it, which means she also bought me hair bubbles twice. AND, a different story altogether but what the heck, she saved me from misery yesterday. Such a loving sister I have. Such a controlling sister, I am.
It is a treat to file vacation leaves on a Monday, as I always do, to extend my uneventful weekends. Simply translated, to stay in bed another day. I took out my tattered copy of Catching Fire two weeks ago, feeling the need to recap the events before the big movie premiere this week. However, I only managed to start reading it two days ago. I just passed through Finnick's name this afternoon and that only means that I'm finally halfway, and the Quarter Quell is about to begin. Also, it means crunch time. I already bought tickets for tomorrow's 6 pm showing. There is roughly 170 more pages for me to take in. I need to publish this post soon enough to get back to babyboy Peeta.
My current favorite song is almost as old as me. It was released in 1990; I was 2 years old then. Heard this on the 14th hour of my birthday and the undeniable spark suddenly burst into flames. I was in love.
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