feeling romantic

in the morning, i did some of my laundry to lessen the load on the weekend. then i went to the library and i ended up with borrowing four books, all, should i say, for leisure reading. but i did borrow the two books with short stories because i needed to bring a favorite short story for my cw10 class. i also borrowed fast food fiction and jerry spinelli's stargirl which ate jhet had recommended to me.

then i went to cubao to exchange an mp3 cd, supposedly containing all the albums of the beatles , because it wasn't playing. the guy there said it doesn't play on cd players but on computers. i didn't reply anymore, just accepted what he told me, with only a face, and the realization that the whole trip was nothing much because i didn't get to do what i intended. so i boarded the mrt once more and decided to go to sm north, with the intention of looking up the ukay-ukay there if i could chance upon some second hand soccer shoes. however, not being so familiar with the surrounding and being plain soft-spoken myself, i ended up paying for a ticket worth P13.50, beyond the fare to north ave. from the cubao station which i think was P10.50. the guy at the booth probably heard it as taft avenue. then when i went up to the platform, i asked a woman whether this train was going to north ave. and she said yes. so there, i boarded the train, and then it turns out, the next station is santolan. oh my gosh! next was ortigas so i decided, what the heck, just go to megamall.

and so i did. i just stayed inside powerbooks. i've been browsing through the philippine publications section which was near the sofas. there were actually many recent ones, usually essays or poems. and the anthology of Palanca award-winning works. then i chanced upon the various chick lit that have been produced by summit publications and i found mr. write, the one with the orange colored cover. i didn't catch the author but i read the ending and was quite intrigued so i started from the beginning. good thing i got to sit down. anyway, i finished the whole book and it left me feeling well, happy that it turned out well for our heroine. of course, this is chick lit so expect the typical love story, written in a way that will leave the reader feeling for the heroine who has a problem with guys from her past and present, and in the end, the girl realizing what she truly wants and getting the boy of her dreams. so yeah, after reading that, it once again impressed on me the great feeling of people who are in love with people who love them. and is the author cited there real? the guy uses lines from some ronald barthes' book "a discourse on love" and they've got to be romantic or otherwise, extremely cheesy. consider the line:

i know no end to desiring you -->i'm pretty sure this is correct - peace! <--

yes, and of course, our guy here is the super sexy, handsome and intelligent one, and he's been mr. x, the one who's been sending unsigned love letters to our still undeflowered heroine, which the author doesn't put plainly but which you realize in the end.

anyway, enough about this. the story doesn't sound as glorious as it did when just read it. and there you go, after that, i made straight to the mrt station as it was already two o'clock in the afternoon and i need to get to the sunken garden by 4pm.