Two days ago, I forgot to pay my internet bill and for one moment, I was thankful I was so negligent of due dates. Hey, I’ve got to read books again. I realized being online almost 24/7 has forbid me to do the things I used to be so fond of. I wasted so many hours playing Candy Crush and adventure games on my phone, watching nonsense vlogs (although not all because I also watch home interior designing/ house renovation videos), and casually liking photoshopped photos on instagram by bloggers who appear to be perfect human beings and are living your dream life. Seriously, I should stop this social media addiction and actually start being productive. Can we count reading as productive, please?
I woke up at the crack of dawn on Tuesday and couldn’t get back to sleep. So I tried to play games on my phone to tire my eyes out only to keep me up all morning. I don’t really need to intake caffein to stay up for long hours. I pulled out my book and continued reading ‘The Wedding Diaries’ by Sam Binnie. It was hilarious and a little stressful but a good read. Rolled out of bed at 8. Prepared milk and instant carbonara just enough to stop the growling of my stomach. I was past half way through finishing the book when I suddenly felt sleepy at 10ish. I slept and woke up at almost 4pm. Oh God, please tell me I’m not going to die soon.
I had scrambled eggs for a very late lunch (almost dinner) and a cold rice. I was done with the book. Slightly impressed to myself, I read another one. This time it’s ‘I Heart New Yolk’ by Lindsey Kelk. It was so moving. I could just imagine myself being in NYC and staying there for good. Just like what Anglea Clark from the book did. Also, I desperately want a job like hers. Blogging about her NY adventures, dating hot guys (okay maybe I’m fine without men but if they’ve got black Amex and bring you to Tiffany’s, I’ll reconsider), and actually living her life. Isn’t that what we all wanted? I finished the book by lunch time yesterday and now I’m on my third. I’m half way through it and I just started this evening. There’s something about it that makes me read faster than ever and couldn’t wait to flip onto another page. Then I get sad when it’s over. It’s like watching a really, really good movie that you don’t want to end, but at the same time you badly want to hit the fast forward button to see how it really ends.
Oh God, I forgot how it feels good to finally get back into my reading habit. What have I been doing with my life lately? About five years ago, I could win an award for being the laziest, most boring, person in the world (or maybe just in our city or house). Actually, I still am. But I do get up every 8 years to go into the kitchen, get something to eat in the most inappropriate time. Who really said I could only eat on specific hours? Read again: please tell me I’m not going to die soon.
Five more days and I’ll be gone in here. I’m going to finally get some life. Please wish me the best of luck for whatever I’m gonna do in the next few days. I might also want to bring my series of ‘The Selection’ books to my trip. I’m on its third book and I never got to finish it since 2015. AJ bought me the set for only God knows how much. I have three other new books, still very sealed, also bought by him. I should read them all before he regrets buying me things I never even use. Then he regrets getting into a relationship where he has an ungrateful girlfriend. Then he breaks up with me. Then I write a book about it. Then I get famous and unhappy because I’m single, but also happy my dream has come true. Writing a book, not being single.
The past few days have been so rainy. If not, gloomy. Since AJ went back to MNL on the 7th, I never went somewhere far than my aunt’s house beside ours. Not even so sure whether I should pay my bill tomorrow to have my internet back again or wait until I finish this current book I’m into. Instagram and YouTube are such distractions. Should I uninstall them? Maybe sometime.
