...h.b.y.s.l.

two-nine

on the dot
to the year
and the month
and the day
up to the hour
and the minute

...literature abuser.

Came across this from another person's blog, which was taken from American Literature Abuse Society (ALAS).

Self-Test for Literature Abuse: How many of these apply to you?

1. I have read fiction when I was depressed or to cheer myself up.


2. I have gone on reading binges of an entire book or more in a day.


3. I read rapidly, often "gulping" chapters.


4. I sometimes read early in the morning or before work.


5. I have hidden books in different places to sneak a chapter without being seen.


6. Sometimes I avoid friends or family obligations in order to read novels.


7. Sometimes I re-write film or television dialog as the characters speak.


8. I often read alone.


9. I have pretended to watch television while secretly reading.


10. I keep books or magazines in the bathroom for a "quick nip."


11. I have denied or "laughed off" criticism of my reading habit.


12. Heavy reading has caused conflicts with my family or spouse.


13. I am unable to enjoy myself with others unless there is a book nearby.


14. I seldom leave my house without a book or magazine.


15. When travelling, I pack a large bag full of books.


16. At a party, I will often slip off unnoticed to read.


17. Reading has made me seek haunts and companions which I would otherwise avoid.


18. I have neglected personal hygiene or household chores until I finished a novel.


19. I become nervous, disoriented, or fearful when I must spend more than 15 minutes without reading matter.


20. I have spent money meant for necessities on books instead.


21. I have sold books to support my reading "habit."


22. I have daydreamed about becoming a rich & famous writer, or "word-pusher."


23. I have attempted to check out more library books than is permitted.


24. Most of my friends are heavy fiction readers.


25. I have sometimes passed out or woken groggy or "hung-over" after a night of heavy reading.


26. I have suffered 'blackouts' or memory loss from a bout of reading.


27. I have wept, become angry or irrational because of something I read.


28. I have sometimes wished I did not read so much.


29. Sometimes I think my fiction reading is out of control.

If you answered 'yes' to five or more of these questions, you may be a literature abuser. Affirmative responses to ten or more indicates a serious reading problem --seek help now! Fifteen or more "yes" responses indicates a severe or chronic "readaholic" personality. Intervention is seldom effective at this stage.

I'm a 16! <gasp!>

...the new guy in my life.

His name is Non. Ca Non. He's a 520.

I have waited for such a long time before I felt I was ready to commit into this relationship. Ever since the day I first thought seriously about him, I must admit he was constantly in my thoughts, even though he was relegated to the back of my mind for the past few months.

I must confess that I had been looking at his peers too, trying to judge which one is the most suitable for me. But no matter how much I looked at the others, I always found my eyes riveting to his good looks. Deep down in my heart, I know he has chosen me. And I was attracted to him.

People say I'm choosy. But you gotta be choosy. I wanted one who is going to be loyal to me to the end. One who is gonna stick with me through hard travels besides light moments. One who is also friendly and be loved by my family and friends.

It was not an easy decision to make but I'm glad I did. Though it had cost me quite a bit to have him by my side. But as the saying goes, you have to give before you can get. I gave and I got... him.

He will look at me and see me for who I am. He will capture me in picture perfectness. He will share in my memories of good times but not record the bad times. Did I mention that he is a good storyteller too?

I'm happy that my family love him too.

To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us part. And hereto I pledge you my faithfulness.

P/S: ...psst... actually I lied... if I get richer, I'll dump him for his slimmer brothers... sssh!

...another countdown, or rather a countup.

this... is in less than seven days... and it's soon gonna be the last of the twenties for me...

i'm thinking... about how i thought i would be at this age... when i was thinking about this ten years ago... did i actually envisioned myself to be who i am today... was i what i imagined myself to be... are my dreams still my dreams... have reality taken over wishful thinking...

there were many things i thought i would have already done but have not... there were also many things that i've done that i didn't think even think of...
there were many areas that i was dissatisfied with... there were also many areas that i was very happy with...
there were many situations in which i wish i could have a chance to relive and relive them differently with different choices... there were also many situations in which i wish i could relive so that i can enjoy them because of the decisions i made...

am i happy now? ...yes definitely
do i have any regrets? ...yes also

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost -

...counting down the days.

14 days more to the minute... can't wait...

...10 confessions on the same thing.

Confession time

1. I confess that I had gone to the Times Bookshop Warehouse Sale with the intention of spending at least RM200 on books.
2. I confess that I bought more than RM250 worth of books in this one sale.
3. I confess that I had given in to the temptation of obtaining more books that I could afford the time to read.
4. I confess that I still have lots of books that I have yet to read lying on my bookshelves.
5. I confess that I had already been to this particular sale two times (i.e. two days back to back).
6. I confess that I have the intention to go again this coming weekend.
7. I confess that I also have plans to buy at least one brand new book in a Times bookshop just to use my birthday voucher courtesy of Times and the RM5 X 3 vouchers reedemed from the warehouse sale.
8. I confess I am a sucker for books.
9. I confess that I have an insane obsession to possess books.
10. I confess that I am possessive over my beloved books.