it turns out silence actually has a sound: ...so i'm done reading this Murakami book 'Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World' (isn't it such ane excellent title?) and it makes me wonder whether or not i have a book in me. but that's presumptuous and slightly more than modest. perhaps in the futurefuturemaybe. but yea, murakami's unnamed protogonist knows he finally only has 23 hours to live and the things he does...they're so mundane. it gets me thinking you know, what would i do if i only had 23 hours to live? go see everyone i know here, buy that pretty dress me and lili saw at bangsar village,try to get laid, clean my room, blog one more time, call mira,call kye (and give her that painting), smoke a whole fucken pack, give amri a hugemongous hug even though we're not all touchy feely which i remember talking about over tea once upon a time, (and that tiger in my living room!)...i dunno. what else is there? buy a ticket to japan? but what if it dissapoints me? i wouldn't want to die dissapointed...i dunno though, maybe. stop by medan on the way there, say goodbye to Jus. She won't remember me when she gets older. Hmm.
posted by fuzzkill 4:15 pm