Blank

* This post originally appears in a brand-new Muji notebook, written last Monday.

I have a lot of blank notebooks. Most of the time, I just write in them once then I forget all about them. So wasteful, I know. But I seem to equate blank notebooks with new beginnings. Like turning over a new leaf - literally. Or tabula rasa - a clean slate.

* I modified this part for public consumption.

 

I am hanging out in Starbucks Fully Booked in BGC. I went to the doctor earlier to have something checked. As usual, her diagnosis is not so encouraging. Status quo. I guess it's infuriating to read a post as vague as this one. Maybe one day I will be more open to writing about this. But not now. Anyway, the doctor again prescribed me medicines. I'm so sad I decided to take the rest of the day off. So I ended up buying a notebook in Muji.

* Now we go back to my original post.

I bought a Mother Mary bracelet at Alex and Ani in SM Aura. I was debating between gold and silver - I think I look better in silver jewelry. I wanted to buy one more - one with my initial - but they are not cheap. I also wanted a St. Jude one but it is out of stock.

While charging my phone, someone plugged her phone next to mine. Then she sat at a table far from me and well, her phone. So weird. I hope she's not a terrorist that her phone might blow up later.

I also bought a book by Nick Hornby, "A Long Way Down." I wanted Rainbow Rowell's "Eleanor and Park" but it's sold out everywhere. I really should've bought a copy when I had the chance.

* My originial post ends there.

I think I ended my post abruptly because my hand got tired. The bane of writing by hand when you're now used to tapping the keyboard. Anyway, L warned me that A Long Way Down is depressing and may not be the best book to read while I'm sad. I know I read the back of the book but I must have glossed over the word "suicide."  But I'm a few pages in and it does not seem depressing at all even if they talk about killing themselves all the time haha. 

I'm also reading recaps of the Korean drama "That Winter, The Wind Blows" because it is currently being shown on our shuttle and I can't follow the story because I only ride in the afternoon. It's riveting but weird. 

I wonder why I'm writing like my 10-year old self again, you know, Dear Diary style. :P