Bookstore #1

There is a top secret bookstore somewhere, quite far from this wooden chair I'm currently disrupting the time continuum with. Since it's again a top secret, I cannot, of course, reveal to you where it is, ergo you would have no means of checking if I am lying or not. I have pictures, however. But you cannot be completely sure with just that too.

As to where these books came from, I don't know.

   
     There is a bookstore, run by nuns, not known to most people, and is far from here. I went there with Jovi, Leir, and Kuya Pen on a windy Tuesday, and with Leir on a rainy Thursday. My goal was to buy philosophical texts, and fiction stories written by known philosophers, that will hopefully help me in writing my future papers. Also, because I secretly dream of becoming a children's book illustrator, I checked the bookstore's stash of... illustrated children's book. Now, that's just unpredictable.
     The goal is just to fancy everything up. I was a hired photographer, actually. The place is going to be featured by a friend, Jovi, for her article in a newsletter, called Flyleaf, the organization I am a member of will be making. Leir's the EIC, and I'm a bored noob photographer. The books are just bonuses.

Maybe, there is a god up there, you know.

   
     During the first day, that is the windy Tuesday, I got all the interesting philosophy books, and placed it on Leir's box of mysteries (fictional), tales, and conspiracies. I was lucky enough to get a copy of Macchiavelli's The Prince, Sartre's The Wall (a compilation of short stories), and Plato's Socratic Dialogues. I cannot not recognize buying L'engle's A Wrinkle in Time, a children's novel and a personal favorite of Leir. And on the second day, the rainy Thursday, I bought Camus' The Outsider (The Stranger), and Milne's Winnie-the-Pooh. All of them are worth 10-pesos each, by the way, since the place is a piece of heaven and I am more blessed than you are.

...or good people. They're not that taboo, after all. 

   
     This bookstore's just one of the many unpopular bookstores here in my place. I promised Jovi that I'll take photos of, if possible, all of them. Or she might abandon the project altogether, leaving me with noth-- Hep, I got books, I should be fine.

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When creating  a new blog, writers are supposed to introduce themselves first, then post their very first article about something else apart from their overt narcissism. The reason why I skipped that part is because this is not new. I'm not a new blogger. I'm, rather, a lazy college student who actually started blogging when she was in high school as Fumbled Apple, got bored with constantly reporting her interests online, and resumed when she was already a sophomore in college as Orangenlime of Tumblr. Evidently, she got tired of that too. Someday this blog is going to be deserted like books on the 8th day of a garage sale.