Newfound love

Reading.

For the past 18 years of my life, reading was never a hobby. The only story books that I have read are like Enid Blyton-s and then the Twilight saga. And the latter is more like a result of the bandwagon effect.

I have never willingly read anything unless mandatory, like textbooks and notes. Because they (my eyes that is),
like my all-hailed Seche Vite, never fails to dry fast.

Well this is not entirely my problem. It's just that I haven't gotten many opportunities to chance upon good books.

Or that the supposedly "good" books are so overhyped that you don't appreciate them that much anymore. Like how Katy Perry's Firework becomes irritating when you hear it the umpteenth time while trying out a pair of heels, walking by a roadshow, on your way home, in school, as your maid's "singing" to the TV commercial, and even in the toilet when everybody's phone started ringing magically. You'll either get a choir of Katies or you thought Bieber's Baby has gone wrong because of the staggering of Firework's chorus. Anyway it's just everywhere, annoying as house flies.

But I'm glad that I found some books which I truly appreciate. And I guess I like writing too, although my command of language degrades this intelligent act. However, this is a good thing because I'll have an avenue to spill my words: on papers and my blog, instead of people. Who I might unknowingly offend, bore or irritate.

Hehe, anyway I need to improve my Engrish HOR.