See? In a few hours blogging, i've posted four entries (including this one). Looks like i have so many things in my mind that i want to write it out. It's like i want to see what's in my mind. This is not healthy. Not healthy. Not healthy.
Anyway, it just occurs to me that i need to read a book. Because... when people ask me what book i'm sinking my head into right now, i have an answer to it.."Well, i've been reading this book..bla..bla..bla..".. No, not healthy. not healthy. Not healthy. Always remind yourself not to do things for the sake of other people (exception to families and other people that i approve worth my sacrifice) or do things just to impress people. Okay, let me just set it straight again..
Anyway, it just occurs to me that i need to read a book. Because... when i read a book, or books, i can improve my English, add new vocab, learn new things, learn about other people ideas and so many positive things. Furthermore, if you read a book of your interest, it's like you're enjoying yourself, having a vacation of your own, dwell into your own thoughts, bla.. bla.. bla.. But, you need to find a book that interests you. That's difficult cause i'm no longer Judith Mcnaught's fan ( THAT MEANS, I NO LONGER WISH TO READ A NOVEL WITH INDECENT PLOTS.... but, if the books are in front of me, and for the sake of curiosity, why not?) and i also don't have time to shop for books. Abe Ngah did suggest 'The Da Vinci Code'. But, but.... maybe i should give it a try. Maybe. At least the book is already there for me to read ( i don't have buy a book? Fuhhh..).
Now i remember. The last real book/novel that i read was 'Bridget Jones's Diary'. Well, there's a reason behind it. i decided to buy the book (that was in 2003, i guess) because i felt that i was sooo much like Bridget. No boyfriend. Lonely. Just waiting for the right guy to come and swept me off my feet. Yes, i loved to think that I am so much like Bridget. It was all in my head. So, whenever i was in the LRT, i would read the book. But, being me who couldn't wait to know the ending, i skipped several (several? Ha!ha!) pages and peeped at the ending. "Okay! I'm done with this one! Who wants to borrow my 'Bridget Jones Diary'? Anyone? Anyone?". So, the book was passed around my friends and till now, i don't know its 'whereabout'. Sad. Really. I do love that book. Really.
Anyway, it just occurs to me that i need to read a book. Because... when people ask me what book i'm sinking my head into right now, i have an answer to it.."Well, i've been reading this book..bla..bla..bla..".. No, not healthy. not healthy. Not healthy. Always remind yourself not to do things for the sake of other people (exception to families and other people that i approve worth my sacrifice) or do things just to impress people. Okay, let me just set it straight again..
Anyway, it just occurs to me that i need to read a book. Because... when i read a book, or books, i can improve my English, add new vocab, learn new things, learn about other people ideas and so many positive things. Furthermore, if you read a book of your interest, it's like you're enjoying yourself, having a vacation of your own, dwell into your own thoughts, bla.. bla.. bla.. But, you need to find a book that interests you. That's difficult cause i'm no longer Judith Mcnaught's fan ( THAT MEANS, I NO LONGER WISH TO READ A NOVEL WITH INDECENT PLOTS.... but, if the books are in front of me, and for the sake of curiosity, why not?) and i also don't have time to shop for books. Abe Ngah did suggest 'The Da Vinci Code'. But, but.... maybe i should give it a try. Maybe. At least the book is already there for me to read ( i don't have buy a book? Fuhhh..).
Now i remember. The last real book/novel that i read was 'Bridget Jones's Diary'. Well, there's a reason behind it. i decided to buy the book (that was in 2003, i guess) because i felt that i was sooo much like Bridget. No boyfriend. Lonely. Just waiting for the right guy to come and swept me off my feet. Yes, i loved to think that I am so much like Bridget. It was all in my head. So, whenever i was in the LRT, i would read the book. But, being me who couldn't wait to know the ending, i skipped several (several? Ha!ha!) pages and peeped at the ending. "Okay! I'm done with this one! Who wants to borrow my 'Bridget Jones Diary'? Anyone? Anyone?". So, the book was passed around my friends and till now, i don't know its 'whereabout'. Sad. Really. I do love that book. Really.
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