Whenever I look at this, I think of Bag End. Wouldn’t it be nice if I can get a home like that. My SHO asked me what I do during weekends. I couldn’t get myself to say that I like wandering around, just looking at things, marvelling nature and taking pictures and dreaming of having a beautiful place where I can decorate and put up paintings. Bag End-ish place. Just too much to explain. “I just walk about Galway”

Cinemas? She asked.

No, I don’t go there. I don’t even know how it looks like inside, except from what I see on TV. I just would not like the atmosphere, what urgh and eeuw things lurk in the dark. I don’t want to be a part of that. Anyway, I can do all the movie watching in my room, with close friends and a mug of hot drink and wear pyjamas at the same time :) Sleepover :)

Back to Bag End. If I’m to have my own, I have to settle in one place. Not like now, when I have to move every 6 months or so. I guess it will be a long, long, long time to that dream. So, in the meantime, I’ll still wander about and create stuff in my head, on paper and canvases. See the world whenever I can. Get books for my own library and wonder when I’ll read them. I’d buy 5 and read one if I  have time.

I can’t wait to get the books. Any day now…

Dear Icedteamonster,

The following items have been shipped:

1 x French Milk

1 x Illustrated Life

1 x Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy

1 x Gashlycrumb Tinies

:D XD :D :)

(Oh, I added the smilies there. Easons are too professional for smilies)

Someone’s bag caught my eye.

(I’m still not in the mood to read!!! This is looking like my final year all over again. sigh…)

Anyway, I have a feeling that I’ll be posting more random rubbish because that’s what I do when I should be doing something else.

I’m in the process of building a bouncing ball empire. So far, I have 5 bouncing balls: one with a leprechaun in it, another with a ship, another with purple bubbles, an eyeball one and a yellow ball with number 5 from aran islands. Always loved those colourful ones, the smaller the higher they bounce. I had a dream once, where I own a room simply titled ‘The Bouncing Ball Room’ and in the room, there were clear boxes filled with tiny, small, medium, big or gigantic multicoloured bouncing balls. It was a like a rainbow room that you’d get dizzy in if you stayed too long, but it was a dream and in that dream, I wasn’t dizzy. You know the way dreams are, all hazy and glowy, when they’re dreams and not nightmares. I’m rambling again, but just so you know… if you’re short of cash for my birthday, just get me a bouncing ball :D

PS. a belated gift is OK too