went book-shopping today. after many days of slacking around and doing nothing, i could no longer handle being so intellectually rusty and mouldy anymore. so, i headed down to a bookstore and tried to pick out a book to satisfy my reading desire and literature hunger. it's either i am suffering from a serious case of indecisiveness, or i am just butt-stingy to want to pay for a book which i know will eventually be left on the shelf like all those i bought, or my perfectionist problem is getting uber critical thus egging me to keep searching for the perfect and deep and meaningful book that will make up for all the times i havent spent reading. whatever it is, I JUST CANT FIND A BOOK. after spending three or four whole hours in the store, i still have no idea which one i want. and it was only after the constant pester from my bro that i hastily left the store with a book, which i have no idea of what calibre, in tow.
at least i have a book in tow, you say. well here's the best part. i thought i had managed to pick out a pretty decent, if not good, read (jumped to conclusion when i saw the publisher; named VINTAGE. i am pretty much of a sucker for vintage. no relevance but yah. hahahah.). BUT HELL, i was more than alittle bloody wrong. (fyi: it's written by this Punjabi guy, Nirpal Singh Dhaliwal, who lives in Hackney, Britain. titled Tourism.) well, i settled down, all eager to read, after i reached home and changed. with the book in one hand and a can of ginseng snow jelly (whatever it was, as long as it improves the complexion.) in the other, i started to read. i am known to be a pretty patient reader, who can get through even the dullest and most nagger-of-a book, and wait to find the good part of even the lousiest book. BUT, after reading 92 of the 246 pages of this fucked-up book, the thought of flying to Hackney to HACK down
Nirpal's head keeps playing in my confused and puzzled (thanks to the book itself!) mind. his novel has abso-NO sense, not to say sequence, at all. it's all this constant, unorganized ranting of the perverted (cause there are quite loads of sex) persona and stuff. i dont believe it was my problem, for i think i have a pretty decent ability to understand texts, literary ones even. i dont even want to talk about it; it just doesnt seem really good at this moment. but i will read on to find out. i have to, my inquisitive nature wont allow me to rest at this. i have to find out how lousy/good it is. then maybe, i can write to Nirpal and give him a piece of my sarcastic mind. *grins.
i just hope to find some good books lah. it is irritating me how i have this incapability to spot good books.
ANYONE HAS ANY RECOMMENDATIONS?
TAG AND TELL , PRETTY PLEASE!
man, i might as well spend that 36 bucks on something else. there's this necklace and earrings i kind of like at mango. but they dont just cost 36bucks lah, maybe 140+. hm, problem is, they have it in pink and black, AND I LIKE BOTH COLORS. cant decide again. urgh.
baby, you should consider carrying your desktop to starbucks. they have wireless there. it sucks that you cant come on all the time.
ta-ta.
xoxo.
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