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Saturday, February 27, 2010

last wednesday night with mic was amazing, we went to my favourite place which is the kinokuniya bookstore in taka. i can't stop the spread of my lips into smile whenever i see towering, towering shelves-wooden shelves-of books, the vertical strips of fashionable book binds calling out for me through my mind, craving for attention, some catching my eye. if i sound like a geek then that's exactly what i am.
on the 'Special Collections' shelf i saw a newly released collectors set of Murakami's books, and i pointed excitedly to mic, 'look, they sell murakami's books in a set now!' i've borrowed and read most of his books from the library but i'd really like to buy them, because i like having these good books on my own shelf.

Haji lane is definitely The place to hangout at nighttime. even foreigners know that; there was a bunch of westerners chatting merrily at the table behind us as we ate dinner at blue jaz. we were trying to guess their nationality from their accent. i identified english, initially, but it sounded at some point american, australian, californian........ it was mind-boggling, till mic proposed that perhaps the bunch consisted of people from different places. ha ha ha, who could argue against that.

the eclectic furnishing and artistic ornaments at blue jaz, and the laid-back atmosphere of Haji lane reminds me of the life i wish to lead and also a book i am currently reading, that is 'On the road' by Jack Kerouac.
the mad bums who pioneered the 'beat' generation, philosophers in their own rights, hurling themselves headfirst into anything that Life throws at them.
which reminds me of my friends :)

"They rushed down the street together, digging everything in the early way they had, which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank. But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and i shambled after as i've been doing all my life after the people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."

Oh and Happy Birthday Jonathan :)

she's not here @

5:04 PM