My book fetish ;)

You know.. someone once asked me how many books I own. And at the time, I actually didn’t know.

But I’ve cleaned up my bookshelf, arranged all my reading books alphabetically by author and seriously tidied up the whole entire bookshelf (I can’t say the same for my room though). But I just finished and I counted all the reading books I own and the official count is fifty-two!

But that’s excluding all the children’s books (eg. Guess how I much I love you – the four piece season set) and the picture books (Graeme Base! ♥)

Phew… I spent the day cleaning the oven today as well… God it smelt like crap. Seriously. And I think I might have tasted some of that oven cleaning spray/fluid thing because it was burning my eyes and my mouth tasted like shit for half an hour. Yuck.

Tomorrow I tidy up my desk and start filing away old uni lecture notes and assignments (I’ve already filed away half of them). Yeah, I can be really anal about my books.

I dunno if I’ve ever told anyone before but I’m not the superstitious type or anything, but I’m really superstitious about anything regarding books.

I’m not sure I know all the superstitions about books but my mother always told me never to step on books because it ruins your knowledge and learning or something similar, something like disrespecting the book. You can imagine my face if I ever step on a book. It’s pretty dramatic (in my head).

I hate breaking the spine of my books too. Like… I take so much care how I hold the book so that the spine doesn’t crack…. I hate being so reckless with my books.

I remember once in primary school I was reading a book and I had to put it down to help my friend do something and I put the open book face down on the table. And just that moment, the librarian walks in and asks ‘Who’s book is that and why did they leave it there like that?!’ And I was a total bookworm when I was a kid.

(I got an award for the most books read in a year and I visited the library every afternoon. And not only did I borrow books from the school library and the public library but I borrowed books from my Scottish teacher Mrs. Choo who had a subscription to the Horrible Histories magazines.)

Immediately after hearing the librarian say that my heart literally sank and I was so embarrassed and ashamed of myself for treating a book like that. Now I’m just seriously anal about the way I treat my books. I even tag them… with a little pink sticker of a teddy bear part of a sticker book just to show that they’re MY books and no one else’s.

I remember once I was in Vietnam and my little cousin was reading a childrens book too and he couldn’t read a word and so he got mad and threw the book and started jumping on it! I remember raging and I was all ‘NO, DON’T DO THAT TO THE BOOK, YOU’LL RUIN YOUR CHANCES OF LEARNING’. My cousin was about 6 years old, and I was about 14 years old.
I guess I’ve always been anal about books. Hahaha

Well ciao everyone! I’m gonna sit on my butt and do the usual stuff (ie. Surf the net, watch ranma, be a bum etc)

PS. Did I also mention I fell out of bed this morning? HaiYen called me about going to Sunnybank tonight and I got up out of bed so fast I fell because my foot was caught in my quilt. Silly me >_>

Has anyone seen this?

This is tonematrix and it is so freakishly epicly awesome.

You click/drag your mouse over the squares and you can make pictures and music using it. It's so cool!

For me, it reminds me a little of the sound of rain. What do you think?

The face I make when mum gives me chores to do on the holidays.

dun dun dunnnnnnnn...

Woke up this morning to a text from paris asking to meet up at inala to pick up my birthday gift and hang out for bubble teaaaaaaaa!

So I got up and rushed and pissed my pants getting the bus stop on time to inala, but I missed the bus by two minute and had to sit around for half an hour waiting for the next bus = =

But I met up with her and we had bubble tea together and I opened the gift which was a very lovely clock on a wooden board with some sort of inscriptions, a butterfly and lavender painted on it. It was so pretty and so very nice of her :)

We shopped for a beach ball and talked about stuffs and went to centrelink with paris and her aunt to do stuffs and later met up with Yvonne and they headed off to indro to go shopping while I had to go find my mother so that she could drive me home. –cringe- (I swear mum didn't believe me when I told her I was with Paris.. sheesh)

But turns out we were heading to lena’s place and so I just hung out with lena for the whole entire day watching Julie & Julia, walking around the lake and feeding ducks stale bread and basically just being idiots haha it was rather fun.

Then lena drove me home and picked up max so he could stay over her place. And…. I was left outside my place… for almost an hour. Parents weren’t home yet and I didn’t have the keys to my house so I was locked out for quite a while and I really needed to pee and talk to paris (she wasn’t feeling well). So yeahhh…

But everythings alright now.

My vision is kinda blurry at the moment though, probably because I’m so tired.
I’ve been sneezing and all… I just sneezed twice just then. But yeah, I’ve been sneezing all day (I just sneezed twice again just then). I think I might be getting sick or something as equally ridiculous… Ugh.

Oh came home today and Vy left a gift at my place too. I shall open it now…
Hold on.

ZOMG. They’re SPEAKERS.

Edifier brand speakers, M1250. Ooohh…. Prettyyy shall try them out tomorrow morning. I think I’m gonna clean up the mess I made with the wrapping paper… hehe

Ciao everyone!

Sleep...

I had a dream last night where I was going to die. I always have dreams where I always end up dead.

This little boy was coming to stab me to death. He carried a decent sized knife.

He came close to killing me. Cut my hand, my legs and the back of my neck. ‘Marking’ me, so that he’d remember to come after me again he said.

I’m afraid to go to bed tonight.

Flora

It’s some girl’s birthday today and she got a bouquet of roses.

Roses are lovely and all but they die real quick.

I prefer prancing around in a field of dandelions and those tiny budding yellow flowers. They might be weeds but they’re gorgeous.

Although, personally, I really like roses and the lily of the valley. ...And those tiny yellow flowers of course. :)

Oh Dear...

Crinnnnnge....

Wrote this last night...

So I was reading my stupid trashy magazine and I don’t know what kind of mood I was in. But I was reading an article about stories of how people met and got married. And I kinda thought, ‘Hey, that’s a nice story, I wonder how mine will work out’

Hmm.. maybe it’ll never even work out. I’ll turn into a crazy dog lady! (because I don’t favour cats as much as dogs).

But I kinda thought… ‘Eh, I’ve been keeping it inside me for a while, I need to put this down somewhere’ so this is probably going to be the worst, most, single mushy girly crappy post I’ll ever write in my whole entire lifetime (that isn’t spewing with happiness and smiles).
If I ever get married…

We’d have a history. Our own story to tell, how we met, how we got together, the troubles we’ve been through, the arguments, the complications… everything. And when life is all over and done with, that story is going to be the only one I’ll never tell to anyone else but that significant other.

We’d play the ‘Penis’ game together. For as long as possible, or until we lose our voices.

We’d teach each other, learn from each other.

We’d cook, play video games, watch the clouds go by together.

Share the love of pokemon (and Pikachu, specifically).

We’d share secrets, our own personal jokes. We’d say the stupidest things to each other.

I think it’d be adorable… if my guy got on one knee and said ‘Pikachu, I choose you!’

I know I’d forget from time to time, but I know I’d be very lucky to have someone like him.

He’d put up with my stupid, unreasonable habits, mental associations and my stubbornness.

The wedding would be at Maleny Manor at dawn. The photographer would be Max Wanger.

The honeymoon would last a lifetime.

But in terms of travel, we’d go to Paris for love and breadsticks, London for the city lights and fine cuisine, Italy for pasta and the architecture, Rome for the wishes, hope and art, Greece for the weather and beaches, Japan for the sushi and culture.

Then after that we’d go relax at Cayo Espanto off the coast of San Pedro, Belize in Central America.

Have a few children, a dog or two.

We’d be so horribly fond of each other.

And I’d love who I am with you. Whoever you are.


Something like that. Maybe. I wouldn’t complain.