The Incredible life of nothing

My last post was last year.
Yes, it's been a long time made longer by the fact that it's my final semester in ADM. Also, blogger has made resizing photos really difficult so I have to blah blah blah and tumblr is sucking all my waking hours blah blah excuses excuses.
Bottomline, you'd probably see me more on tumblr than anywhere else. And if you do read any future blogger post, it'll probably have crap photos or none at all (like this one).

After working for a spell at IE S'pore, I got my money and blew it all on books.
I suddenly have a great obession with books.
Big fat beautiful hardcover books that smell like heaven and read like a dream.
Picture books too. Big floppy picture books that stain your fingers with the colour bleeding from its pages. And poetry books. When the hell did I ever start liking poetry books anyway? I used to hate them with a vengence - now I'm collecting them like a deranged squirrel hoarding her literary walnuts.
Nevermind that I probably won't have the cabinet space to fit in all these books. Who needs a cabinet for books anyway? I pile them up reverently on the floor, at the foot of my bed so I have instant access to them anytime any day and in any lazy sleeping position. Books are democratic. I shouldn't have to walk up to some prissy cabinet and and fumble a book out only to have to ease it into its tight corner back again. Communist cabinet!!

Yeah, and this is how I end my first post of this new year.