Bookay-Ukay

Anything steering clear of the mainstream is always refreshing. And lately, as strongly influenced by the hubdub, we've been slightly on the lookout for anything that's a far cry from the conventional. And no, it's not a shot at coolness as evidenced by my status updates about Mara's supposed death, a weekly dose of Gossip Girl and Facebook wall splashed with Instagram photos. So, I made it a point to visit Bookay-ukay. It was out of the way, late (according to my mom's time frame) and traffic, so I had to throw in a little tantrum and muster the most angelic face I can (which is hard) just so I can convince my mom to squeeze in a trip to the bookstore. She agreed! We weren't familiar with the place (which is weird considering my sister went to UP Diliman for college) so we had to bother those people jogging around UP for directions. A few U-turns and we spotted the place. I hopped down the car even if it wasn't properly parked yet. I usually walk in an extra slow motion because of the bump but not this time. I was excited!

“Rage against conformity. Rise above mediocrity. Read." according to a sign in the bookstore. Exactly, exactly.

Hallelujah to the stacks of secondhand books! Well-chosen secondhand books to be exact. Every bibliophile will get their slice as the books varies from Ernest Hemingway, John Irving, Karl Marx, Jessica Zafra to Jane Austen. I was a happy camper!

I happily bagged the following books:
Vanity Fair by William Thackeray
As If Jesus Walked on Earth by Adrian Bantjes
Ravelstein by Saul Bellow (Nobel Prize winner)
Persuasion by Jane Austen
Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason by Helen Fielding

My Preggo Hero

I am lucky to have a husband who thinks (or at least says) that I am beautiful despite the ballooning tummy and well to be honest, ballooning everything. However, notwithstanding the compliments of your ever-loving family and friends, you do not feel exactly pretty when even your toes and fingers needs to go on a diet. And when you look down and need to exert an extra effort just to have a glimpse of your bloated foot. One way or another, the I am ugly thought will pop out somewhere and fanning the fire are your lawless hormones.

But I doubt that ever happens to my preggo hero, Miroslava Duma. She raided the pregnancy glow aisle! If there is just an assurance that every girl will look this chic upon getting knocked up, then the industry of birth control will go to pot. Pregnancy never looked this mod.

In behalf of my frantic hormones, bulging body parts, and the little jellybean,
I LOVE YOU, DUMA!