Some people said that boredom could kill. Then I should be probably wandering now across the limbo, or meeting God in heaven, or perhaps lashing my woes in hell. But no, I'm perfectly alive, though a little bit insane and feeling creative at the same time. I finished reading "The Hobbit" by JRR Tolkien and somehow my spirits lifted a millimeter higher. Thanks to the over-the-counter drug they fondly called coffee. Lol. How should I summarized the book? Hmm..it was all very well to say that I was quite pleased by it and therefore understood the beginning part of the movie, The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring. I have so many books in line for me to explore and direct at least in the realms of my imaginary movie studio. Blame it to the qualms created by those inferior movies investing on visual ambiguity. However, I'll talk more about The Hobbit some other time. I must not tarry now, for knowledge is dull when you feel the pang of hunger.
I also had now my new Moleskine Passions edition. I got the book-themed moleskin and it was nice. Journal. Journal. Journal galore. Pictures shown. Bye for now.