Reading books is one of the things that I have been missing out for the past few months, since I have already become busy with my new job–still in the call center industry because this is the most productive thing I can do for a living. So far, I am happy with how things have been going. I love my team mates. I like the job so I don’t really go home wasted everyday. However, I still can’t find enough time to read books the way I used to before. Not to mention, I have read only one book yet since the start of this year when my goal is to read at least 33 books in line with Goodreads.com’s 2011 Book Challenge.
First, Makati is too far from our place. In a day, I spend three hours just for transportation alone, and I don’t feel like reading inside the jeepney or the bus. Second, our company is so strict that I cannot even bring a book with me, unlike before that I could read a few lines in between calls. And lastly, I am so broke that I can no longer sustain my urge to collect books which really motivates me to read, read and read.
I miss the days when I always visit Fully Booked Eastwood City in search of a good read. I was always like that every day before going to work because the feeling of being surrounded by a thousand books makes me high. I miss the days when money always come easy every 15th and 30th of the month because buying more than one book at a time was never an issue for me, though it was for my best friend even if he himself is a hoarder of books.
Now, all I can do with my life is go to work and sleep. And it always pains me to see the number of lonely books on the shelf, clamoring for some attention.