Merlin's beard

Comparing myself to friends my age makes me feel like an old soul. My days feel complete albeit just staying home alone which is fyi, mostly weekends. On Saturday, I went to town before making my way to Equarius Hotel for Audrey's 21st and seriously, I can't even remember when was the last time I went to town, much less on a weekend. Nevertheless, me wanting to feel more my age got really hyped up for the party and really couldn't wait to catch up with my poly mates. BUT BUT BUT!!! To my fucking absolute total utter disappointment, instead of staying for the after-party, 'em niggas left for Zouk! It all sprouted from 1 person, afterwhich believe it or not, the entire fucking groupie got tempted into going.

I mean like guys guys guys, good Lord yall are 21. Chilling at a bar with good music, sure why not? Pfft like, I'm up for bar and chill anytime man. But fuck!!! 21 years old is not an age to still be tempted by a club invitation! Jostling your way through the crowd of sweaty animals living on instincts until 4.30AM, having to shout at one another over the bloody deafening bass-pumping trash to get your message across, fts man. Tbh though I think deep down the main reason I was (still am, a little) mad was because I was so freaking hyped up to meet with my broskies after mad long (last seen 24/12/14) only to have my boner killed by those clubbing twats.

Which brings me to my rekindled hobby. Contrary to their night "exercise", I started reading again. Books, fanfics, whatever I can find. And I feel so accomplished omg the satisfaction of completing a read is just... Haaa jizz. Yesterday, I completed an 82-chapters read in 4 hours, just today after work I completed another 43-chapters and am currently on a new 40-chapters read. Sadly, all these via iBooks. I know I know, reading without the comfort of a physical book is really quite lacking. But there is 1 particular book that has been on my mind for quite some time though, months now, after I fell in love at first sight with its book cover at Kinokuniya:

This picture seriously doesn't do justice to the book. It's a beautiful hard cover book with a rounded spine and note note note! That the cover is of black fabric, with the distinction of the white patterns and words accomplished by embroidery so yes, just the touch of it left my fingers grazing it non-stop. To top it off, the smell of print omg. This book had my fingers addicted to its touch; and my nose, its smell. It's that sensual! But the price tag stuck on its beautiful booty was of course, a hefty price befitting of a beauty like that. 

Someday, someday. I need to go Kinokuniya shopping with Joel again!!!