I love notebooks. I have lots of them. They seem to have a strange magnetic attraction towards me (or the other way around). When I am shopping for supplies, almost always I pick up a notebook. There is always something missing on the one I have on my purse, the design is so different, the type of paper, the lines, the page colors, anything will convince me that I just need to have this new one.Don't get me wrong, I don't collect them, I write on them but only halfway through. I write so many things on them starting on the last page (never on the first). They get a lot of torture from me. I stick post it notes on them, paste clippings on them, make sketches, write schedules, draft my blogs.
A few pages left and I move on to the next one. The old one goes to my drawer where I keep all of them. I don't throw them away, they stay with me for a long time. I even have a hard time throwing them away. My notebooks.
What's your weirdness?
Funny, what a coincidence... I just got home from grocery-shopping and as always, nihapit gyod ko sa office supply aisle. Limited as they are, I always find myself picking up the most artful, colorful and handy. This time, I was able to say NO to myself and left the store without one... with a plan to tell my friends that I can put this item on my bday(or mom's day) wishlist...ah!simple joys.
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Cya's like this. Always picking up a new journal/notebook. Colorful,eyecatching..I like her choices. She even got me one. Until now it's still empty. I guess it's because I do a lot of writing at work. So I take a break from
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