I Hate Being a Poor Student.

Both my legs are a bit sore. It’s because I did quite a lot standing, walking, half-running around the (33rd) Manila International Book Fair today at SMX. I love reading books, though I’m a bit nit-picky with what I read. I’m mostly in love with teen fiction novels like Harry Potter (of course!), Artemis Fowl, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, etc. I love book sales and book fairs. I just found out about MIBF last year and really did love it. I swore that checking it would become an annual thing. So I came for the second time.

It was like heaven.

Books! Books everywhere.

I Still Don’t Know What Title I Should Give It.

I have been off for quite a while. I’m not really busy. In fact, I’m procrastinating. I hate work. Anyway, I’m gonna go try and write a script/summary/whatever it is about the comic I’m gonna try to create. Here goes nothing…

It has been months since I started coming to this cafe. I go here every weekday without fail. I had almost bought this table for myself. It’s already like an unwritten rule that I must sit here from 5:30-7:00 pm. I had already established my niche in this small community. I work at that tall building across from this place. There’s a cafe at the ground floor of that building but I go here. The beverages in this place is quite ordinary and a bit on the pricey side. Their pastries are a bit too sweet for my taste. But I go here.

It’s because she goes here.