I can't speak English properly. I'm only decent in reading or writing it, but when speaking there's always the mispronounced words and the native accent making it sound bad - and I speak too fast when tense. When I hear native English speakers, they sound unfamiliar. I find it weird myself that most blog posts here are in English, but all comment replies I write to people I know are still in Ilonggo. Maybe because I think in English, imagining my thoughts as written text on paper. There are even days when I write more than I speak, when I'm busy with a project that has to do with writing. I also take notes too much and think through things by writing it out.
I didn't grow up a reader. I grew up watching Tagalog anime in GMA and ABS-CBN, and Cartoon Network shows. When Harry Potter was all the rage and other classmates stayed up late to read the newest installment, I was made insomniac on pirated-DVD marathons. Then, I picked up The Dark Half by Stephen King at around third year, the first novel I finished. The more paper fiction I finished, the less I watched anime. The last anime I watched was around 5 years ago, they were Speed Grapher and Blade of the Immortal. I don't know a thing about the newer ones, and I prefer reading manga scans on the net.
Right now, I can only finish around 3-5 books a month due to school and the internet. Most of what I read now is non-fiction: textbooks, self-help, even the inspirational and motivational books. My favorite thing about reading fiction is when I'm totally absorbed by a story, there's this zen connection where I feel I'm really in that imaginary world. I find that reading is much more entertaining and immersive for me than watching TV, or anything else really.
But then... I find that my attention span isn't as good as it was like when I was 15. It seems that I can't concentrate on anything for more than ten minutes. I'm trying to get back to the 50-100 pages a day habit, and now I'm getting through The Master and Margarita.
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I once saw a comic on the school publication. I know its supposed to be ironic, targeting "pseudo-intellectuals" who engage in the following activities: 1) Drinking coffee, 2) Analysing paintings and art, 3) Reading books in public. And my reaction was, What? Those normal acts are pseudo-intellectual now? Most people drink coffee, thinking about what art may mean is normal, and if I read while waiting because its better than staring off to space... am I trying to show off? No. But, the comic seemed to be intended for those who do those things to show off... but what exactly is so show-offy about actions so normal? I mean, the supposed humor intended by the artist felt lame and unfunny to me, and doesn't make sense.
One really shallow reason why I read is it makes me feel like this guy: