Crap

I moved apartments a couple of weeks ago, and since the new place is much closer to work, it's been great so far. I'm sharing the place with an old buddy from GMA whose family lives in Laguna, so the apartment's all mine during weekends. The only thing is, the place is empty. I don't really have much stuff, save for a TV, a fridge, and several old monoblock chairs. My mom and my aunt kicked in a stove and a rice cooker, respectively, to the cause, but that was pretty much it. The only other furniture in use here at the ground floor is a creaky table I picked up a couple of weeks ago at Ace Hardware, and a dirty couch that the previous tenants had left.

Oh, and I have a shelf full of books. As Nick Hornby pointed out, "For readers, a wall lined with books is as attractive as any art we could afford to put up there."


Books in the living room. I need to buy more shelves.


Actually, while I don't have a lot of stuff, I do have a lot of crap I'd brought in. I have this terrible habit of never throwing any stuff away, and when I moved, I kinda had to force myself to throw some of it away. So when I moved, I had boxes full of old notebooks (which contained drafts of the mushy stuff I wrote on my old blog, yuk!), old Kris Kringle presents from officemates, old ticket stubs from concerts and basketball games, tens of keychains, and lots of other crap I would probably have no use for but still keep anyway (a stuffed penguin toy, anyone?).


The shelf in my room. A few more books, and some of my crap.

My favorite crap, off the top of my head:

- a CD rack that looks like a case of Pale Pilsen
- a letter-opener from Kenya, from Howie Severino one Christmas, because I'd set up his blog
- a pair of decorative chopsticks from Thailand
- a water bottle labeled "Sugar Free: Sa Wakas" from the album launch of the band's first album
- a pen whose end is shaped like a hand flipping everyone off
- a mini-bar bottle of liquor from the Czech Republic (from Ellen)
- a silicon cellphone holder I use to keep my house keys
- a Voodoo doll from New Orleans that a reader of my old blog had sent



According to the note, it was supposed to be a charm so that I'd finally get a girlfriend. Totally didn't work.

Labels: books, hehehe

- posted by jaemark @ 11/16/2008 10:30:00 PM