When we’re in a mall, my other elder brother says he knows where to find me if ever I hide or whenever they lose me and have no way of contacting me: National Bookstore. I’m forever in the school supplies section, happily deciding between a 50-page tome-like spiral and a 100-page blue-lined Maths note.
And the funny thing about my obsession is that as soon as I get back home and store my purchases in my shelves, I forget about them.
Then on my next visit to the mall bookstore, I’m back in the school supplies section, cockily indecisive, crazily happy.
I collect supermarket and drugstore purchase points just to avail of their free notebooks. I am also awaiting the newly-opened Starbucks to start their sticker collection promo wherein you collect a sticker for a particular mug of coffee you order for you to avail of their —yes you got it right— notebook, err planner.
It is an incurably obsessive cycle. I’m the Martha Stewart of notebook collection.