In Between Dreams and Realities

I am broke. Yeah, but who cares? I still have my books with me. I could live with that.

I am not much of a materialistic person. I don't buy anything that I don't need. My only vices are books, books, books, beer, books, beer, and books. So I think I could pass as a thrifty (bordering to kuripot) person. It might be because I was brought up to be a wise spender and to work hard for something that I want. Like really work hard. In its truest sense. Reward system has not been used to me when I was a kid, that's why I have to earn my keep. Being brought up like that is something that differentiate me from my siblings. Through that, I learned how to be wise with money and to invest on things that would later pay off. I learned to spend within my means, so to speak. The only downside is that I feel guilty sometimes when I splurge over my vices (stated above). My mom would always tell me that it's okay to buy things that I WANT, because I worked hard for it, and that I deserve it. I feel less guilty whenever she says that.

That's why I splurged on... (drum roll please!)

(The book that I have been lusting for four years!)

and...

(The book that has been on my reading list for four or so months)

I am still not done in reading Sherlock Holmes though. AND I AM STILL NOT DONE COMPLETING THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA (but I am almost done reading the series). Hello, Prince Caspian and The Horse and His Boy, where art thou? I wish I could get my hands on you next pay day!