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My life is so full of things. I use the word "things" here not to mean events, like when we say "I've got a thing tomorrow". When I say "things," I mean actual objects, material possessions, things that you can pick up and own. I have too many. Clothes, gadgets, toys, junk. My condo is getting smaller and smaller from all the clutter. My real home in Cagayan de Oro is much worse. It makes me feel like a horder. It makes me feel claustrophobic. I wish I could let go of a lot of my things, because the spaces that I inhabit are becoming so small that there's barely enough room for people anymore. This is the reason why I don't like buying unnecessary things. I don't like spending money on things with no real use, like jewelry, or keychains, or decorations. (That isn't to say that I don't like receiving these things.) Practical is what I like. I look for practical when it comes to the clothes that I buy ("How often will...

lindly following advice I found from a stranger online, I went to National Book Store this afternoon to look for "cheap, twenty-peso review pamphlets" that were supposed to help me with the NMAT. I didn't find any. Come to think of it, I don't recall ever seeing such a thing at National. You lied to me, stranger!        But my quest to find these mythical magic pamphlets was not for naught, for it took me to the less-explored nooks and crannies of NBS. And, in a stroke of serendipity, I discovered the Sale section! It's an inconspicuous-looking strip of short bookshelves on the second floor. If not for this one, medium-sized sign that said "SALE!" in bold red text, you would not have known that amazing deals were to be had here.          And what amazing deals did I find!           Squee! Books! Jessica Zafra is one of my favorite authors. Imagine my surprise when I saw that her book "T...