The Park

Thank gawd, I finally finished my C.E.’s. It takes forever and a day to read those bloody journals.

Note to self. Next time just go to those conventions. It’s simpler and less painful.

Argh. I hate moving.

I’ll be staying at my cousin’s house for about six months. That’s enough time to close the deal on the new house.

At this span of time, I promise not to acquire any more junk. Translation?? I won’t be going on shopping binges in Saks or the Galleria. I won’t be buying linens or bedspreads or towels or other pretty things in Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Most importantly, I won’t be purchasing anime-related goodies.

. . .

Erm, let’s rephrase the last line. Holding off the anime fig collecting is easy. I can turn blind eye to merchadises, such as bags, keychains, calendars, and plushies. I can probably pull off the no DVD-rule. (Although I’ll most likely extend it to about a couple of DVDs per month.) But abstinence on manga??? The sacrilege! That’s just not possible, especially now that I won’t be unpacking my book collection for another six months.

Oh, and this extends to other book forms. Of course, my book-buying will be reduced to the bare minimum. That means, going to any bookstore only once a month. Although I am not responsible for the inevitable drooling nor mental instability once I step into the store.

EDIT: Oh, great. Now, I just received an email from Borders mentioning that I have earned a personal shopping day. And that’s 10% off the total price. Ugh.

Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birrrrrttttthdaaaayyyy,
Happy birtttttthhdddddaaaaayyyy,
Happy birthday to me.

Ahem.

Guess what’s the occassion? Unfortunately, I’ll be slaving away at work later tonight.

I managed to make a co-worker promise me a batch of brownies just for finding her a few tracks and importing them to her iPod. Well, she was having slight trouble with her player and she claims to be inept with electronic gadgets. So I offered to help with her iPod woes. And in gratitude, she said she’ll bake me goodies. I didn’t twist her arm, really.

Okay. About five minutes of my time plus a few clicks and drags versus her homemade baking goodness. So it’s not exactly a fair trade. ^^;;

Going through my youngest sister’s friendster account, I once again realize how enamoured she is with anime. Bless her budding anime-loving heart.

Hey, B., happy birthday!!

P.S. You’d be glad to know that your mangandang ate will be sending a whole bunch of books and manga in your way. ;p