September 2, 2011
After reading a journal on the net, I am very much thrilled to write my own. I wonder if how long I could pull this off. Well, wish me luck.
I am the person who would love to stay inside the house and read until my vision blurs. I am a certified bookworm and I eat books for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So anyway, it is my father's idea that we should go to this big mall in the city for him to have coffee. My paps is suffering from cirrhosis (it's a liver disease) because of a long-time alcohol addiction which he never, ever confirmed. Well, the defense mechanism of alcoholics is denial - aasa pa ba ako na aamin sya? Since the diagnosis, and since he realized he is afraid to die, he swore off alcohol. And of course, being the nice kid that I was, I never open up a conversation about his previous vice. I never ever told him (even though sometimes I am tempted to) I so told you paps!!!! At least, he's cooperating. He wakes me up early in the morning (like I mean 5 am) to mix his aminoleban juice which costs me a day of my salary per sachet. I don't really mind that I buy old books instead of new ones because of this. I love my paps and will do anything for him. But IF HE GOES BACK DRINKING ALCOHOL, I'll push him to the next bus back to my grandmother.
Back to the mall: my father wants to go there to have his coffee. I don't have the heart to tell him, paps, dito ka na lang mgkape, bili tayo ng 3 in 1, 5 piso lang... sa mall, 40 pesos. ang liit pa ng cup. But since he is complaining that staying at home makes him sleepy and weaker, as an ulirang anak, I am obliged to go with him and since I am not a fan of brewed coffee, I go for the least expensive, with the thought that I'd buy a book with my change. It is my money that I am spending! Paps is offering his, but without any income, I wanted him to keep his. Did you know that my paps get sick when his wallet is empty? I make it to a point to refill the leather before it ran out of cash - ensuring my father's good health. o.0
WHAT THE MALL IS TO ME, MY FAMILY and FRIENDS:
After reading a journal on the net, I am very much thrilled to write my own. I wonder if how long I could pull this off. Well, wish me luck.
I am the person who would love to stay inside the house and read until my vision blurs. I am a certified bookworm and I eat books for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So anyway, it is my father's idea that we should go to this big mall in the city for him to have coffee. My paps is suffering from cirrhosis (it's a liver disease) because of a long-time alcohol addiction which he never, ever confirmed. Well, the defense mechanism of alcoholics is denial - aasa pa ba ako na aamin sya? Since the diagnosis, and since he realized he is afraid to die, he swore off alcohol. And of course, being the nice kid that I was, I never open up a conversation about his previous vice. I never ever told him (even though sometimes I am tempted to) I so told you paps!!!! At least, he's cooperating. He wakes me up early in the morning (like I mean 5 am) to mix his aminoleban juice which costs me a day of my salary per sachet. I don't really mind that I buy old books instead of new ones because of this. I love my paps and will do anything for him. But IF HE GOES BACK DRINKING ALCOHOL, I'll push him to the next bus back to my grandmother.
Back to the mall: my father wants to go there to have his coffee. I don't have the heart to tell him, paps, dito ka na lang mgkape, bili tayo ng 3 in 1, 5 piso lang... sa mall, 40 pesos. ang liit pa ng cup. But since he is complaining that staying at home makes him sleepy and weaker, as an ulirang anak, I am obliged to go with him and since I am not a fan of brewed coffee, I go for the least expensive, with the thought that I'd buy a book with my change. It is my money that I am spending! Paps is offering his, but without any income, I wanted him to keep his. Did you know that my paps get sick when his wallet is empty? I make it to a point to refill the leather before it ran out of cash - ensuring my father's good health. o.0
WHAT THE MALL IS TO ME, MY FAMILY and FRIENDS:
- Paps: Mall is the hardware store. We've been inside the only hardware store in the mall every time we go there. Roaming around the aisle, and usually looking for nothing. I need to be beside paps just in case he didn't bring along his glasses. So technically, except for my yaya mode when I am with him, I'm also a price verification counter. I remember this one time which my father asked me if we could go home because he had already roamed the whole mall, I said, Tatay, ____ Hardware pa lang ang napuntahan natin!!!!
- Baby Boy (my younger brother): His mall equates to fast food and arcade. No, he's not ten years old. My brother (YOUNGER) is already in his 20s and is currently employed (unlike me). Nostalgia mode: when he was young he used to throw tantrums in the toy section. He was easily forgiven because he was so cute! If he throws tantrums now, the securities will be called and he'd be thrown in jail. Yes, I am blabbing again. My brother is not fat, he's a god in the kitchen but he doesn't grow big. He used to be big though but when a girl dumped him because of his size, vanity grew inside him. He's really happy when he can play inside the arcade. I let him be, he spends his own money.
- Mom: Mall is MALL. She loves to roam around the mall. Like when I say around, like I mean around! She would go inside the shops, especially with shoes and try on everything she fancies. Sometimes she would buy, but most of the time, she won't. She hated fast food and won't eat except for the cheapest combo meal she could find in the menu.
- Me: Mall is the bookstore. I so love reading books. I could live in the bookstore, I saw one in the capital - it was one of the biggest bookstore I have ever been too. It's about four or five floors filled with books. You could even read books for free, I spent about half day sitting in there, reading Coraline. I forgot I didn't even have any food in my stomach until I was on the last page. Some I keep, some I sell online (especially those I think not worthy of the space on my shelf) - don't get me wrong most of what I sell are nice books as well. BUT, I don't have enough space for it. So I keep my favorites while my friends whine why I keep all the best ones for myself. BEST is subjective - but we have the same tastes. :)
