First Dibs At The Book Binge Bazaar

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Have you ever wondered what it is like to cop books in book binge bazaars? There are a lot of reads for you to check out, with everything from children’s books, teen fiction, young adult, fiction, lifestyle, business, and reference books.

These days, no one says no to a great bargain, and not only National Bookstore spoiled us from copping these books. There are tons of shops and events where you can book binge from a very affordable item and convenient location.

 

Short tips for beginners:

  1. Don’t forget to wear comfy clothes and shoes for you to move around easily for hours.
  2. Bring a bunch of tote bags to carry all of the books you’ll be buying. Avoid using plastic bags and be environment-friendly.
  3. Prepare a shopping list. Arrange it by genre or by the author, it’ll lessen the time and effort you’ll consume roaming around the event’s place.
  4. Bring a buddy, friend, or family member.

 

First stop. BIG BAD WOLF:

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These are my dibs for BBW’s book bazaar held at the World Trade Center on February 25, 2018.

There is nothing more than a sale get us excited and this time, bibliophiles flocked at Big Bad Wolf’s first book sale in the country. This paradise was open 10 days straight for 24 hours. It’s like a fast food chain that offers and serve you a variety of foods that will suffice your hunger anytime. With over a million books and up to 80 percent off, shoppers are bound to find something they love.

 

Second stop. National Bookstore Warehouse Sale:

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If you really love books, it is rare not to hear any news and updates regarding NBS’ book sale. It is all over the net. And it was actually my first time to participate at NBS’ book sale so I was a bit hesitant to go by myself. At their warehouse which is located at Quezon City, you’ll find lots of bestsellers and great new reads – all at discounted prices! Feed yourself with books from different genre and author. Thousands of titles are included, so you’ll surely find new reads you’ll love.

 

Third stop. Book Sale:

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Booksale is very popular with its super affordable price. Wherever you are, Booksale is always there for you ’cause it is located in all cities, provinces, and malls. You can even cop books for only 50 pesos or less depends on the status and quality. Aside from that, Booksale still sell books that are already out of the market, either academic related or novels. They are really loyal to their tagline as they “make our reading affordable.”

 

BONUS. National Bookstore Sale:

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Hope my tips help. See you at the next event, mate!

We lose ourselves in books. We find ourselves there too.”

 

Juliana Coching, 2018.

Shout

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“Omg. Ang ganda ng boses.”
“Soon to be a popular singer and composer”
– jl.glm
“Wow.”
“💖”
These are the comments i gathered in my Instagram account after posting my 1 minute A Capella Composition entitled “Sigaw” a month ago and i cannot hide my excitement reading those kind of appreciation.

In teens signs of depression are much more irritable and in adults they feel a sense of sadness, body pains such as headaches or stomachaches, Unable to take criticism and withdrawal from some of their peers or even change their circle of friends and family members. In adults they seem to withdrawal themselves from the world. Patients, who live with depression, and their family and friends, have enormous challenges to overcome. Primary care physicians can provide compassionate care, important education, psychiatric monitoring, social support, reassurance, and advocacy for these patients and their loved ones.

So start building your profile into a more optimistic version to achieve the domino effect positivity in your friends and followers. Fight your emotion and together we can create a stress free relationship. Dum Vivet or simply Long live!

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People around you will never understand your real pain though they are your friends or family, more so if they are just strangers. They cannot feel the struggles you’re going through. Upon confessing that you are distressed, you would be mocked instead of being encouraged because they often assume that you are only seeking for attention, too childish, or worse, just having a joke.

Those things are the reason why I am afraid to disclose my fragile emotions. I fear to be left because of my unfortunate condition. I always end the day stating that I am okay, though in reality, I am shattered in pieces. Why should I expose my weakness when no one is willing to hear my long sad story? Well, who the hell wants to?

Like other fellows who is on the same ground with me, they are expert on smiling despite being broken inside. Ordinary buddies would never comprehend our deep feelings. They fail to realize that we are not craving for your intense regard, but we just need someone to add colour to our dull life. A genuine love who is willing to go beyond what is seen by naked eye, and hear us crying,

“Help, please lend me a hand”

Sadly, no one seems to be sincere enough to reach us because apparently, living out of the comfort zone and involving one’s self to a huge problem are never a man’s priorities. How narcissistic are a lot of creatures nowadays!

Time will come when our temporary smiles would be permanent. And yes, no one would know because they choose to be blinded with what is really going on. Like cancer cells, our extreme sadness would mutilate and later on fill our poor sanity. Our lives would revolve solely to us, because we are destined to be alone, don’t we? We wouldn’t feel the presence of our loved ones anymore and such ache would kindle our negative thoughts as it kill our hopes.  We are then aimless. No reason to continue furthermore. When that day come, the only thing that remain in us is our broken soul that demands to be gone soon.

I thought about ending my life for a number of times via various ways. During those situations, one question kept on bothering me. Would anybody remember me? Would they regret for being one of the reasons of my death? Would I be missed? I hope so. I hope they would. I hope they could take an action now before this thing inside my head does a tragic scene.

So please, give us a little of your concern because this depression might kill us soon.

– Joshua Oledan

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Metathesiophobia

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My friend once told me her story about having a fear of making changes.

When I was a kid, I used to pretend that I was hurt physically to get the attention of my parents. I loved how they care for me and how they would hug me so that my broken pieces would go back together. I loved how we would sing nursery rhymes in the car to cheer up a long, boring road trip. I loved how they would cuddle me to sleep and give me lots of things that I could hug like teddy bears that you once believe, “fight the monsters under your bed”. I used to brag to my friends how lucky I am with my family who “cares” for me; but as time passes by, things began to change.

I have this thing called metathesiophobia. It’s the fear of sudden change. I was distraught that things would change because of my actions and that they wouldn’t bear the old, good memories I had in the past. I was anxious that when the world change, I would be left out and that I wouldn’t be able to adjust anymore. And that’s when over thinking kicks in, and as some says,

“Monsters don’t sleep under your bed; They sleep inside your head”.

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When you grow older, they expect you to be more independent and that they wouldn’t care anymore where it hurts, physically or worst, emotionally. You could only cry yourself to sleep or smile to avoid countless questions from the people who pretend to care. You began to build this castle like walls around your heart with a door to shut every one out. You began to grow cold so that no one can hurt you anymore. They say it’s part of “growing up”; but is this what we really wanted?

To tell you honestly, I want somebody to tell me that it’s okay not to be okay. I want them to destroy the walls I kept on building and pull me out of my comfort zone. I want somebody to notice that behind my smiles, I’m broken and torn to puzzle pieces. I want somebody to make me feel I’m not alone. I kept on wishing for things that I believe, “I do not have”. That’s when I realize that I was wrong all along.

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We kept on building walls, blaming our pasts, blaming our mood swings, and blaming our phobias that we lost track of whom we really are and that somebody cares for us. It may seem that our parents blabber nonsense when we get home late and that we feel that our freedom is being taken away. But slap yourself and wake up to reality, they care about you and you’re that one taking them for granted. Have you ever asked them where it hurts? Or have you been a good child? If no, then how can you say they don’t care about you?

Everybody’s hurt somewhere in their hearts. Everybody needs company. Everybody feels lonely, but it’s part of life. Misunderstandings should be talked over instead of avoidance. You feel empty? Then make some friends and socialize. You feel unwanted? Then make the best out of your life that you’ll be needed by everyone. You’re stuck in the darkness? Then stand up, go out of your room, and see some sunlight. The world isn’t going to adjust for you. It may not be me or it may not be someone you expect, but somebody out there cares for you.

 

Karla Plazuela
&
Gabriel Adraque

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