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"Reading alters the appearance of a book. once it has been read, it never looks the same again, and people leave their individual imprint on a book they have read. once of the pleasures of reading is seeing this alteration on the pages, and the way, by reading it, you have made the book yours." - Paul Theroux

Eversince my last encounter with the beautifully hilarious words of Paul Murray in 'Skippy Dies', I haven't had the chance to experience the same pleasuring euphoria feeling I got when I was reading the book.
'The Girl With a Pearl Earring' by Tracy Chavelier was a bit more than alright since it makes me want to hop into a plane to Amsterdam and get into the Rijsk museum once again just so I could observe the Vermeer paintings much more closer this time. 'Unbearable Lightness' by Portia de Rossi was very heart-breaking and healing at the same time. And 'The Secret Annexe' by Anne Frank - which, for me, is more like a spin-off version of 'The Diary of A Young Girl' - was okay.
But none was amazing, alright. So a couple of days ago I decided to order some books that I've been dying to get my hands on for the past months. And now I've been counting days before the package will finally arrive and I could finally feed the literature-hungry monster that had been going rampant inside of me for these past few weeks 

Febie's Personal Bookclub List for Fall/Winter:

• The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
• Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
• The Perks of Being A Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
• The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
• It's Kind of A Funny Story by Ned Vizzini

Those and a monthly dose of Nylon and (hopefully) i-D, since I can't find any single store in Medan which actually sell the magazine.

Oh, and meanwhile, I have to live with only suxx TV and old DVDs while trying to survive the weekend. Have a great one, y'all!

The kids with the pumped up kicks

The irony of being the doctor's kid. I hate hospitals. It emits some sort of deathly vibe that it makes me sick, and want to pass out, even after almost 14 years of going into lots and lots of hospital. I practically spent at least 2 hours of the day in this disinfectant-smell, absurdly hygiene place since it's holiday and I practically had nothing to do. Not that I was willing to go anyway. I rather stay in bed watching DVDs rather than witnessing sick people being passed around on beds that look more like gigantic trays by blue-green uniformed men or women. I hate holidays.

Pas Avec Toi

The view from our hotel room back in Paris.

 School has start now. Which means, summer is finally over.

I can't help but to miss those tiring days when we would hop on into a bus or a train and jump into one country after another and got lost in Barcelona or roamed around during midnight in the streets of Paris.

Nevertheless, school was pretty much fun (homeworks and annoying teachers aside!) 

And it is the turtle's girl's, Lidya, birthday today!! Check out this birthday video that Katina made for her! ;)

Kaythxbai. Now, back to the never ending piles of my homeworks.