A Trafficker in Climaxes

June 28 can’t come soon enough. It’s the day the new book for Read Hard! will be announced which is always a reason to celebrate. One of the two days every month when buying a new new (as opposed to thrifted/second hand) book is justifiable. Not that all the other days are spared really, because earlier this week, I went home lugging around four newly thrifted books. The only difference is that impulsive book shopping always makes me feel a little guilty afterwards while buying for a book club doesn’t. :P

Anyway, I always forget to bring home my copy of Nabokov’s Lolita from its place in my cubicle shelf. I have been meaning to read it but honestly, it is a difficult book to finish. It’s too beautiful which can also mean, too staggering and filled with numerous big words. It’s a book for intelligent people. Reading it has become a tedious exercise that requires much brain processing. I’ll get around to it but right now, I just want to enjoy light reading.

New favorite book! My copy of A Clockwork Orange is beautiful. My boyfriend got it for me! WEEEE.

Also read two volumes of The Sandman Library because I bought them, they’re nice and they must be read.

I have had several books looted in the last two weeks but I’m too tired to post a photo of ‘em all. Anyway, I got my 8th Vonnegut book from La Belle Aurore last Sunday.

If you’re from Cebu, you have to check the place out. YOU REALLY HAVE TO! It’s the best bookshop in this part of the universe. Aside from great and cheap books, the place has a beautiful interior, a wonderful over-all ambiance and a shopkeeper who will not hound you while you are rummaging the shelves for bargains. It even has a Facebook, a Multiply page and a sketchmap so you will never, ever get lost.

See you there.

I am fully aware that my style is mostly lame, which makes being told that a pretty little shirt, a nice toy or something I find cool is “So Darliza” odd and at the same time, very, very pleasant . Is there really such a thing as “Very Darliza”? I do not even know my place in the world or what I really like or what I really want or how I wanna look so it’s surprising to me that some people associate me with a certain look, a certain approach or a certain feel.

It’s like trademark, one which I have (apparently) subconsciously cultivated over the years. Okay.

High Fidelity

On a slightly related note, let me talk to you about tastes. Tastes matter and I mostly judge people (inaccurately, sometimes) based on the things they like. I find people who have good tastes and/or have tastes like mine to be more attractive than those who veer too far away from the things I enjoy doing. People who read, who like good movies, who listen to music  and who like science and technology are infinitely more interesting to me compared to those  who listen to mostly Lady Gaga and only watch no-brainer, blockbuster movies.

Funnily enough, I have a lot of friends that I have been friends for years and I don’t really share the same interests with. They like sports and enjoy pop songs and (I’m presuming) do not even know a lot of bands that I like. But don’t get me wrong, they are great people and I love them to death and I’m lucky to have met them on different circumstances.

However, if you are an acquaintance and I find out that you paid at least $3 to watch a really lame movie such as Twilight Eclipse on its opening weekend then ended up really liking it, we don’t have much chance of being friends. I would understand watching the first movie (I saw it in the theaters too. It’s a dark secret I keep.), but I was too horrified about how everything about it sucked to even talk about how I paid to watch it. It was so bad.

I know that all this talk is lengthy and choppy and reeks too much of superiority complex but this really isn’t a post about that. I’m just being honest. I know that in tastes and preferences, there should be no debate but you can’t really expect to be friends with someone who hates the things you like.

What’s your Toy Story?