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Before I proceed with my ambitious plan of finishing my book report on African Lit, I feel like spamming with pics first~

Man of the People by Chinua Achebe

I am ashamed to admit that this book has been with me for two weeks and I just finished it this morning. I had a hard time finishing the first chapter but the latter parts were certainly funny (and deliciously satyrical) and smooth to read. This is, by the way, the novel I'm working on. Achebe is a respected writer, I hope I can give him justice.

Immediately after finishing this novel, I jumped from Nigeria to the mythical town of Macondo in One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I wasn't able to finish this the first time I got hold of the book and now that it's required to read, I guess I have to fight the urge to sleep or fail one of my major subjects. Not that the book is boring, I just feel too dreamy when I read it. According to my professor, Lantin Lit are usually mythical and has that effect, proof: Borges.

Koizora (恋空)

I'm in love with the sky. Whatever time it is, as long as the sky gives me that warm feeling by giving me a clear paint of blue and other shades, as well as those fluffy clouds...I am happy.

I especially love it today because the class before I took these shots was RIDICULOUSLY BORING.

It was enuii.

Almost.

For the WIN. 8D

I saw this doll at a thrift store.

Hmmm...call me a pervert but it surely looks like a fuck doll to me. Wazzup with the round mouth, pink nippies and a hole in it's "southern cavern". Hello~

Lalalala~