Have to take a break from fiction this week and tackle these big ol’ meanies instead. 

We are going to have our finals this Friday on one of our major subjects, Clinical Education. And lo and behold, the coverage would be every topic from the 1st to 2nd semester. That means I have to be on B.D.S.M. (Braddom, DeLisa, Sullivan, Molnar & Magee) mode and reread most of the chapters from them. Brilliant. I think I am going to die this week. I think I’ll be needing shots of concentrated caffeine in my bloodstream if I want to finish all of these. Wish me luck guys. Prepare to see my huge and dark eyebags on the weekend. 

Still quite alone in my dorm so I decided to pick a book for today. Silence, I think, is the best company whenever I immerse myself in books. And so, I paused reading Jodi Picoult and Samantha van Leer’s Between The Lines and turned to this book instead. These past few weeks, I keep on jumping from one book to another without finishing them. I don’t know but when the story line gets a bit draggy, I would always want to read another one with better plot. 

It’s not that I won’t finish reading Between The Lines. It’s just that I think I need a break from all the mushy and cheesy lines its characters have. And so I turn to a fantasy book. I haven’t finished the first book (The Magician’s Nephew) in this unabridged edition yet, so I think I should go on with it. I am a quarter of the way through and I am enjoying the ambiance in my room right now. It’s getting dark even at 12 noon. I guess it’s about to rain, which would make everything much more perfect with me snuggling with my pillows in bed and reading, a cup of coffee sitting on my bedside table.

Oh, and pardon my humongous thighs.  

Farewell Breakfast

A while ago, my younger sister surprised me with this stuff for a supposed mini “breakfast in bed”. Now don’t look down on what she has prepared, for this toasted garlic bread and blended coffee might be the most difficult one she has ever done. You see, my sister is just 13 years old and she doesn’t have the slightest bit of cooking genes in her body. So I guess this really took much effort from her part. Oh, and don’t mind the Spongebob tumbler, my sister claims she likes to use this one, so yeah.

You might be wondering as to why the sudden gesture. Well, this morning was my “last” breakfast at home since I went back to my dorm this afternoon because my classes would resume tomorrow. My sister told me that she knows that I miss home-cooked meals the most during my stay at my dorm, that’s why she made it.

It was actually good and the coffee’s fine, but the funny part was that she made me this at 1:00pm. Yup, past noon time. Basically, it’s not breakfast anymore but she insists that she cannot really make me breakfast since I always wake up very late during the semestral break. Anyways, I thought it was a cute thing, though. We’re not really vocal about our relationship as siblings but I guess she will miss me for I rarely go home due to my busy schedule. 

Almost done reading this book. Started with it just this morning. I swear, this one is truly heart-breaking. I am a mess with all the emotions it triggered. I think I can just relate so much. It’s a good thing I never tried reading it in public. 

Book review coming up it a bit. :)

Perfect for a cold rainy day: Zombie Apocalypse book + Coffee.  ♥

So I started reading Rot & Ruin by Jonathan Maberry last night and got past a hundred pages before succumbing to sleep. I really want to finish this book today because I know that next week is yet another busy and hectic week for academics.

So far, I am getting intrigued about their belief system and the ethical/moral views regarding the living dead in this novel. I want to know more about their post-apocalyptic societal system and the secret they are hiding, especially about all the fuss in advance technology. So far, I can say that I am enjoying this book. I hope to finish it today before studying for my quizzes.

Good morning everyone! Jeez, I still haven’t slept yet.

It’s always like this during summer or any vacation, on that matter. It would start by me being up until 1am then finally falling asleep, and waking up at around 12 noon. Then it would get worse. Soon I would stay awake up until 3am, reading a book or watching a TV series. I would get so caught up in what I’m doing that I won’t realize that time has past. So now, it’s 7:40am and I am still unbelievably awake and not a hint of weariness at all. Talk about weird sleeping patterns. Damn, my body clock is just so fucked up. Plus, it doesn’t help that I like drinking coffee in the evening. Would I die if I continue this routine? Probably.

Oh well, hello to you all. Pardon the messy hair. It’s too damn hot to keep it down. Right now, I’m trying to finish John Green’s Will Grayson, Will Grayson before hitting the sack. Have a good day! :)