Saturday, July 17, 2010 . 7/17/2010 01:52:00 AM

I love reading. Fiction. Non-fiction. Lyrics. Comics. Manga. Fanfiction. Comments. Articles. Although not reports or scientific journals.

How did I develop this love? I don't even know myself. Maybe it's because Mum used to work in a publishing company and brought back these kids magazine for me and Big Bro to read. Then I think she started us on Enid Blyton, although I'm the only one who followed through. She also started me on my lifelong love for mystery- and action-themed novels. Although I don't share her love for her favourite books or authors.

I love to go to the library on my own to search for books with summaries good enough to catch my eye, although it's hard nowadays to go as often as before. And I love reading newspapers and magazines. I'm already finding it hard to refrain from buying magazines to save money.

I love reading for it allows me to drown myself into another world that's not mine. Imagine living in another character's shoes and the different way in life. It's a perfect remedy for a bad day. To forget about my world and disappear into another. It might not solve my problem, but at least it'll make me feel better.


Maybe this love for reading kinda evolved into a love for writing. I love words. They have a kind of calming effect on me. Writing is a therapy to me. I'm happy, I write. I'm sad, I write. I'm furious, I write. I write anything under the sun (well, except for topics that are somehow related to horror and gore, and I don't really use vulgarities) that's swimming around in my sea of thoughts.

I've written stories, although most have remained in my private collections. As for poetry and lyrics, only the ones which I'm satisfied and happy with are published on my fb (although my best friend thinks it's mushy. Haha!). The irony was, back in secondary school, I hate literature with passion. It's Shakespeare's fault! Never really liked his plays. Especially Romeo and Juliet! It's the most stupid story ever.

"Oh Romeo, Romeo/Wherefore art thou Romeo?"
He's right below you, duh. And why are you speaking to yourself loudly in the balcony?

I know I'm going off-topic, but I've criticised EVERY single character in this story. When I read through it the first time round (unfortunately, it was in my lit. textbook), I was mentally scolding as I went along the story. Stupid Romeo. Stupid Capulet parents. Stupid Juliet. Stupid Tybalt. Stupid friar... and so on.

Oh well. It's the most famous tragedy of all. It's famous for it's title anyway. Just how many people have know and read the play and watch it too? It's the stupidest story from a guy who died centuries ago.

Anyway, my reading probably has slowed down too much for my liking. Recently, I bought a book after what seemed like ages. And I read it for far too long. But it's such a good story, that I was thinking of buying the second and third book, after pathetic father sends me my monthly allowance (he's late and MIA again).

The past few weeks of rushing through assignment probably did something to my brain to give me such bad writings for the past few days (including this). Next time I write, I'll be more organized.

Meanwhile, I need my sleep... It isn't something that I get to do much these days. Nights!