Thoughts to Formulate Before Arguing on the Internet

I Like Quality Papers

I like this authentic paper. Compared to the counterfeit that I was fooled into buying, a legitimate book really feels good just by texture.

I think that is the value proposition of an expensive book against the cheap ones—if you can't beat them by promotion, then at least beat them by quality.

I think it's worth to buy the better published sort. Maybe this is the freshest time I can actually experience something like a standard Filipino quality. If that wasn't enough to tell you how dire and mediocre the common standards were. It's that pitiful for an ordinary and everyday Pinoy, okay.

But for me, it is rewarding at the same time.

I want me a leche flan. I want me an espasol. I want more of kakanin and more palitaw showered with fine bukayo. ಥ‿ಥ

(Non sequitur: I'm craving a palitaw that I bought these days. More glutinous rice pleaaseeeee and more homemade bukayo.)

Then soaked rattan palm fruit and santol from Bragg's apple cider vinegar. (Ah, my mouth waters.)

I mean, come on, this one's mine. Good for you if yours is yours to the finest luxury ever known on earth.

Buy hey, I'm really liking a book published materially from a sturdy paper and its smooth surface as I skim the pages.

Thumbs up. 。.゜+⟵(。・ω・)

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10/18/26: I'm quite fast to read the book I just ordered last week. Days passed and I'm already halfway up until the last page. Hmph... My eagerness to absorb the contents must have given me the drive for it. Though, as for someone who's already halfway there, like I once had been when I was a voracious youngblood, it's quite a bummer that I've flipped it past the thicker pages of what's read over the portion of what's left to be unread.

I really don't like thin books especially when I'm already at the best parts. It quite sucks. (ᗒᗩᗕ)

Maybe I'll appreciate Dumas's Three Musketeers and Tolstoy's War and Peace over time. And if it wasn't enough, then I'll finish reading some Richardson's Clarissa or Rizal's Noli Me Tangere once and for all.

Thanks, Jane Austen. For making me endure Mansfield Park and Emma. Until then, thanks that I find the rewarding parts of actually reading a thick-ass long novels. (≧▽≦)

Later, I swear I'm going to read Faulkner. I'm off to some of America's finest Southern Gothic (slavery), y'all. Aryt!

I'm feeling fancy. ᕙ(•‿•)ᕗ

Lol.