i have been meaning to write something about my most cherished possessions...unfortunately, i was too lazy to upload the pictures.
i am talking about my love affair with the written language. i was very young when i discovered my passion for reading, and i haven't stopped since.
about a month ago, i got myself a new bookshelf...well for a number of reasons:
- my first bookshelf is a little old and cannot house all my books anymore and the weight of my books has taken its toll on the poor thing.
- my unconsciousness continues to nag me. i once dreamt of my books walking out of my room.
- my books need to breathe.
- the worst thing about a room without air conditioning is that the pages turn yellow easily. grrrr.
- i needed to get a new one for...well...more books. wahahah.
to date, i have about 230 books, 45 (a rough estimate) of which i haven't read. but i don't care really. i have been asked countless of times why i keep on getting books when i haven't really even opened some of them. plain and simple. i am bound to age and there will come a time when a 'fun night out' would mean spending a few hours in the porch reading books. so yeah...you can say i am preparing for when i become senile (nyahahah).
here are some of the photos that i took of my books and my new shelf:
here are some of the photos that i took of my books and my new shelf:
that's my old shelf on the background. right now, it contains my music and video cds.
whoever said i have to go to the gym? the act of cleaning my books and shelf is enough for me to form biceps and triceps. ahahaha
2 comments:
i love this post kapatid!!!!! go books! hehehe! ire-raid akala mo! humanda ka!
they are all waiting for you love. :D
you are free to raid my room when you get back.
i miss you love.
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