Flipping the Pages

That's not my complete collection since I have books still being 'borrowed' by friends.

I'm a bookworm, thus the collection. The time I spent sitting on Booksale's floor, looking like some desperate human being for books, not to mention the stares I get from people, was really worth it all. This sounds idiotic but I get a surge of happiness whenever I look at my bookshelves. This spot in my room is my small piece of paradise, away from the cruel, cruel world. I just can't imagine life without books. I believe everyone should have at least one favorite book. Make reading a habit, all right? ;)

Random

I've just found this and it made me laugh. This is something I've written on a tissue paper at a Mcdonald's chain when I was in Singapore, drowning in misery and homesickness.

I miss the sun. The melancholic shades of red and orange overwhelming the sky.

I miss the smiling faces of my friends.

I miss the noises which kept me sane at night.

I miss the familiar faces I see everyday.

I miss the warm hugs.

I miss the furry bodies that curl up at my lap.

I miss the hang outs.
I miss my parents.

I miss their voices.

I miss my paradise of books.

I miss everything.