B(u)y NOOK or b(u)y book

26 01 2011

You’ve all probably heard the term “by hook or by crook” at least once in your life, right? In a nutshell, aforementioned means ‘by any means necessary’ – and I find it to be quite apt when it comes to reading.

Whether or not it’s a ‘real’ book I’m holding in my hand, a PDF I’m reading on my laptop, or e-books on my NOOK (which we can call NOOKbooks), the fact of the matter is that I shall use all the resources I have and, by those means, satisfy my love for reading.

I’ll try to get in some reading “by whatever means necessary – be they fair or foul”…

…so I suppose that having the NOOK counts as my bit of ‘foul’.

After all, it isn’t sold anywhere but in the U.S., which makes me wonder if it’s even legal for me to have *cue dramatic music*

You know, a lot of people think that books aren’t necessary anymore, and that they might be phased out within the next ten to twenty years – though, I’ll admit, I hope it’s later rather than sooner… Because I still love the feel of a book in my hand; I love turning the pages, relishing the new book (or old book, even) smell, looking at my bookcases with pride as I see my collection grow.

However, this does not mean that I am a technology-phobe. I love my NOOK. When it’s lying in my handbag, all snug in its protective cover, it looks just like a journal/ day-planner. It isn’t too heavy, easy to carry about… You don’t have to worry that you’re busy hurting it’s spine or folding the pages, like with a book, plus you can have lots of books in your library and then select which one to read, giving you more options than a novel (one story, and when it’s over, will you go back and read it again immediately? Didn’t think so…).

Another nice thing about the NOOK is its user friendliness. I can lie about any which way I want, and I can prop it up against a pillow or my knee or wherever and continue reading without having to worry how I’m going to manoeuvre myself accordingly in order to enable me to turn a page. This might seem like ‘laziness’, but you try lying on your side and then having to shift every now and again to read a book. Plus, if you sit propped up on one elbow, your arm eventually gets tired.

But I’m not here to debate the pros and cons of books and e-readers in an attempt to ultimately decide which side gets my final vote. I’m still going to purchase ‘real’ books, and I’ll purchase and download e-books for my NOOK. It’s as simple as that – the best of both worlds. To quote a twitter update I read this morning: “I’m tired of thinking about e-books and the transformation of the publishing industry. I just want to read.”

And I shall… by NOOK or by book.

Wonder if this is how Smudgy feels now that I have the NOOK... not that she's ever really tried to nom my books... take them out of the bookcase, yes, but nom? Hmm...


Dear *(fill in the blank)*-jokes

25 01 2011

Hullo faithful readers!

I apologize most profusely for not blogging since… wow… it’s almost been a week already, hasn’t it? *slightly embarrassed face*

I don’t really have a good excuse. I’ve been spending my time reading… Oh, wait – that’s a pretty good reason to me!! 😉 I’m having lots of fun reading on my NOOK, and I’ve become so used to it that I wonder how it’ll feel to read a ‘real’ book again. I actually started reading Glenn Cooper’s THE TENTH CHAMBER yesterday, bought myself the book (a ‘real’ book, at a bookstore), yet I cannot seem to get into the story… which is kind of sucky, since I’ve been longing to read it after finishing his first two books in August :-/

Anyway, it’s pretty darn hot over here. Feels like my brain is turning into mush. So, instead of typing out an entire post (i.e. blogging myself), I’m going to post some jokes I received in my e-mail inbox from my older sister. Hope you all have a lovely Tuesday!

(Corny/ lame, I know...)

Dear people who say they’re a ninja when they catch things after dropping them


Ninja’s don’t drop things.

Sincerely, a ninja

Dear Lady Gaga

It’s okay. I have a st-tuttering problem too.

Sincerely, P-p-p-porky the P-p-pig

Dear old men at the gym

Wearing short shorts does not make your manhood look any more attractive.

Sincerely, the world

Dear Peter Pan

Sneaking around a child’s bedroom and inviting them to Neverland? Been there, done that.

Sincerely, Michael Jackson

Dear 16 and pregnant

Thanks for helping me feel better about my life.

Sincerely, 21 and single

Dear man in the car picking his nose

Please realize that just because you are in your car doesn’t mean that you are hidden from the world.

Sincerely, I can see you

Dear skin-coloured band aids

Please make one for every skin colour.

Sincerely, black people

Dear future employer

Please ignore those Facebook photos from college. I can explain.

Sincerely, misbehaved

Dear optimist

That’s not a light at the end of a tunnel, that’s the train.

Sincerely, pessimist

Dear girls making kissy faces on MySpace and Facebook

There’s a reason we close our eyes when we kiss.

Sincerely, boys

Dear Cupcakes

The fact that you cover yourselves up with icing says a lot about your self-esteem.

Sincerely, Muffins

Dear Cat

Sorry for hoisting you into the air whenever ‘The Circle of Life’ plays.

Sincerely, a Lion King enthusiast

Dear Fox News

So far, no news about foxes.

Sincerely, Unimpressed

Dear Short People

No I don’t play basketball, do you play miniature golf?

Sincerely, tall people

Dear Noah

We could have sword you said the ark wasn’t leaving ‘til 5.

Sincerely, Unicorns

Dear Twilight fans

Please realize that because vampires are dead and have not blood pumping through them, they can never get an erection. Enjoy fantasizing about that.

Sincerely, Logic

Dear Icebergs

Sorry to hear about the global warming. Karma’s a bitch.

Sincerely, The Titanic

Dear J.K. Rowling

Your books are entirely unrealistic. I mean, a ginger kid with two friends?

Sincerely, anonymous

Dear America

You produced Miley Cyrus. Bieber is your punishment.

Sincerely, Canada

Dear boyfriend

I can make your girlfriend scream louder than you can.

Sincerely, spiders

Dear Voldemort

So they screwed up your nose too?

Sincerely, Michael Jackson

Dear Yahoo

I’ve never heard anyone say, “I don’t know, let’s Yahoo! it…” Just saying…

Sincerely, Google

Dear girls who have been dumped

There are plenty of fish in the sea… Just kidding! They’re all dead.

Sincerely, BP

Dear Justin Bieber

Ariel would really lover her voice back.

Sincerely, King Triton

Dear Rose

There was definitely room on that raft for the both of us.

Sincerely, Jack

Dear windshield wipers

Can’t touch this.

Sincerely, that little triangle

Dear Taylor Swift

If it is of any interest to you, Romeo and Juliet both kill themselves in the end.

Sincerely, Shakespeare

Dear Saturn

I liked it, so I put a ring on it.

Sincerely, God

Dear Rubik’s Cube


Sincerely, colour-blind

Dear Santa

Please tell me how you managed to stop at three Ho’s.

Sincerely, Tiger Woods

Dear boys wearing skinny jeans

I… Can’t… Breathe…

Sincerely, your balls

Home Employment

19 01 2011

Home employment, you may ask? As in working from home without having to deal with the ‘stress’ of being in an office around others?

Do not be fooled by the title of this blog post, bystander – for it is a great and noble thing I take upon myself to ensure that the innocent are protected and that all that is good (and hygienic) stays intact…

…when I am employed at my parental home… to do some heavy-duty cleaning.

My mum sent me an e-mail over the weekend with the subject being (you guessed it) ‘Home Employment’. That is how I found myself to be there early-ish this morning, ready to take on the task at hand while hoping that the accumulative dust factor would not get to me.

I hung my mum’s washing out to dry and washed two of my bathroom mats. As luck would have it, aforementioned mats released a vast amount of beige and orange fluff, causing me to have to clean the washing machine twice before I was satisfied with its non-fluffy state. I did the ironing, ensuring that not a crease was to be found upon intense scrutiny…

And then, of course, I had to dust and vacuum… The. Entire. House. :-O

Four bedrooms. Two bathrooms. The study. The kitchen. The hallway. The living room. The dining room. A pretty big house with a far-less-than-pretty amount of dust and the like. It’s no wonder I was sneezing like a red-nosed reindeer (why else do you think Rudolph’s nose looks like that? It’s a combination of awful hay fever and a sinus problem!!)

I managed to clean everything, of course, even if it meant breaking my back and having to go down on my knees to reach a certain spot sometimes… And all of this by lunchtime, don’t you know.

Now (three hours later) I still feel dirty and sweaty and various shades of unsanitary. At least I’ve managed to get all the dust and ‘grime’ out from under my nails. All I want to do is sit down with a cup of tea and read THE COLORADO KID – by Stephen King – on my NOOK *sigh*

On the job front, I applied for a position yesterday, though it seems to be magazine publishing (whereas I would like to stay in book publishing). Nothing to worry about – while I’m searching for a job, my freelance copy-editor/ proof reader status (which, of course, I’ll be doing from home at the moment, thus still making me home employed) has already secured me my first ‘client’… said client being a friend of mine who needs me to work through her entire Masters thesis.

Even if I charge ‘minimum wage’, that amount times the extent of the document will be sure to bring in a pretty penny. I don’t really want to charge her for it, yet she insisted on making an ‘appointment’ with me on Monday and that she’s going to pay (thus I won’t feel bad asking her for the smallest amount possible per page).

Things are sure to look up soon…

In the meantime, I don’t want to see a vacuum cleaner or a dust rag for an extended amount of time! Thank goodness I cleaned our apartment earlier this week: cleaning the two bathroom sinks, scrubbing the two toilets, washing the bath and scrubbing the shower floor, and…….

You know you’re a 90s kid if…

18 01 2011

Quite some time ago (months and months, to be honest), I found a page called “90s Kids” on 20 Something Bloggers. Reading through everything they list there, it put a great big smile on my face – and I’m hoping to spread that smile to you. So sit back, read the list, and have some fun reminiscing…

You know you’re a 90’s kid if…

You’ve ever ended a sentence with the word “PSYCHE!”
You yearned to be part of the Baby-Sitters club.
You use to love playing with your My Little Pet Shop.
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You wore a ponytail on the side of your head and had fluffed bangs.
You remember reading “Goosebumps.”
You know the profound meaning of “Wax on, wax off.”
You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female Smurf.
You still get the urge to say “NOT” after every sentence… Not…
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.
You ever got injured on a Slip’ n’ Slide
You knew what it meant to say “Care Bear Stare.”
You remember Alf, the little brown alien from Melmac
You knew all the characters names and their life stories on “Saved By The Bell.”
You used to wear those stick on earrings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.
You’ve gotten creeped out by “Are You Afraid of the Dark?”
You know the Macarena by heart.
Talk to the hand … enough said
You thought Brain (from Pinky and the Brain) would finally take over the world.
You remember when Michael Jackson was not so creepy but really cool!
You owned a bag of marbles!
Computer’s hadn’t taken over your life
Neon was cool
You owned every single Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle accessory.
The phrase “I am the terror that flaps in the night…” Still get you a little excited!
You always said, “Then why don’t you marry it!”
You remember when everyone went slinky crazy.

When we were younger:
Before the MySpace frenzy.
Before the Internet & text messaging.
Before Sidekicks & iPods.
Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX.
Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night to play outside with your friends.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off our walkmans.

Way back.
Hide-n-Go Seek at dusk.
Red Light, Green Light.
Tree Houses.
Hula Hoops.
Reading R.L. Stine’s Goose Bumps and Fear Street
Running through the sprinklers.
That “Little Mermaid”
Crying when Mufasa died in the Lion King. Every time you watched it.
Getting the privilege to sit in the front seat of the car.
Watching Saturday Morning Cartoons in your PJ’s still wrapped up in your TMNT, Power Rangers, Barbie, Fairy Princess comforter.
Wearing your new shoes on the first day of school.
When Christmas was the most exciting time of year.
When Toys R Us overruled the mall.

Go back to the time when:
Decisions were made by going ‘eeny-meeny-miney-moe’.
Mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming ‘do over!’
Money issues were handled by whoever was banker in ‘Monopoly’.
It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘best’ friends.
Being old referred to anyone over 20.
Scrapes & bruises were kissed & made better.
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the ‘big people’ rides at the fair.
When playing Nintendo was the hardest thing ever.

Before we realized all this would eventually disappear

I love surprises…

15 01 2011

…especially when you know that you’ll be receiving a package from across the waters and have been waiting for it for weeks and the gifts turn out to be unbelievably AwEsOmE! 😉

Mr Jack Daniels (yes, my friend all the way from Tennessee who I’ve known for almost ten years) sent me a package for Christmas. He posted it on the 3rd of December, and despite the fact that the post office allegedly notified me that I could come pick it up on the 6th of January already, I only received the second notification, which showed up on the 13th.

Yesterday, my younger sister and I went to the post office to collect said package… and boy, was I unprepared for what I found in it!

My wonderful ‘little sister’ (who is actually Mr JD’s younger sister) had a t-shirt made for me:

It’s slightly too big for me, and rather long (I’m still wearing my other shirt underneath!), yet it’s absolutely adorable ❤

You’ll never guess what Mr JD sent me, though…

My Inner Reader squealed upon opening the various numbered presents, which I had to open in the correct order. Can you guess what it is?

A Barnes&Noble NOOK ereader, along with a protective cover and ebooks gift card.

Yes, I was – and still am – extremely excited (to say the least).

The only problem is, when you go onto the B&N site, your billing address has to be in the United States… They are still ‘struggling’ to process my order as they are having an “issue” with my payment… and I still haven’t received the e-mail so I can download my purchase!! *sigh*

Oh well – at least the gift was exceptionally thoughtful. Thank you sooo much, Mr Jack Daniels – I owe you big time!!

Such a sad day

12 01 2011

Today’s a bad day, a sad day – a not very glad day…

…because it’s my last day here at Oxford University Press.

It’s unbelievable how quickly six months can seem to disappear.

I don’t particularly feel in the mood to blog right now and start reminiscing. I think I’ll wait until this afternoon, when I’m back at the apartment with a mug of green tea close at hand.

All I’ll say at this point is that I am grateful to have been a part of the publishing team, and that I am going to miss everything tremendously.

Yet, I believe, it won’t be goodbye forever.

Yes, I need to be dramatic...

In sickness and in health

11 01 2011

I think that the whole little ditty they wax lyrical on at weddings should be applicable not only to marriage but relationships, as well. Having and holding goes on, after all, and one would hope that your boyfriend/ girlfriend/ partner/ whatever will take care of you when you’re not feeling well instead of going AWOL all of a sudden.

Up until this point, there has been much more ‘in health’ with my Significant Other (his health, of course) than ‘in sickness’… yet now, it seems like the tables are turning, and I foresee myself doling out a lot of sickness-related TLC in the not too distant future.

I think my Significant Other might be coming down with the flu. He has a horrible cough, he’s feverish, he feels ill, etc. etc. …

But do you think I can get him so far to go to the chemist to get something for it? *Pffft* – please… He says it’s not necessary to go to the doctor, so what’s so difficult about going to the chemist, telling him or her about your ‘symptoms’, and then heeding their advice and taking pills/ capsules/ syrup that will help you to the path of good health again?

I bet you he’s just waiting for me to be home from Thursday afternoon onwards in order for me to take care of him full-time 😉

So here’s a request to my dear, beloved, wonderful – and stubborn – Significant Other: drag your behind from that comfy Herman Miller chair of yours and see to it that you have a ‘prescription’ to show me this afternoon when I get home… otherwise I’ll be a saaaaad panda… [South Park reference]

Besides, it’s a bit early for that ‘till death do us part’ thing… mostly.