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so i got super pissed off in the morning, first at the vending machines and then the 7-11 person. BOTH the vending machines ran out, while the 7-11 person just had to have the back door locked and i had to walk one round just to get in. all i wanted was my milk tea, dammit.
well i got it in the end, meeting a lone kitty cat along the way. her eyes were as green as the greenest Rayquaza!
school was nothing much. i dozed off in physics and woke up to have ink all over my desk. Mr Bernard came over to me and talked to me about my problems and stuff. and i really meant he talked. if you get what i mean.
sat with Night for a while after school til she started staring at something in the distance and dashed off before i could even say goodbye. ):
saw the blue tadpole sitting in front of me halfway through the bus ride from school and was trying so hard to see if it was really him. i stretched my legs beneath his seat to try and kick his feet or something but my knees got stuck instead.
and then i got to my room many eons later and started crying. just crying. just another one of those days where our eyes keep tearing up for no apparent reason.
i wanna get myself a book soon. maybe a Haruki Murakami. well after i'm done with the books i'd borrowed from the library, of course. just so you know, Haruki Murakami happens to be my favourite author.
i'm not so sure what his books' genre is, really. but the stories he write are just beautiful. they're not crime, or fantasy, or romance. just... slice of life. that's the only way i know how to put it. or more like his own perspectives of life.
the very first book i bought that's written by him was back in 2009, the one titled "Kafka on the Shore".
the main character is called Kafka Tamura, a boy who ran away from home on his 15th birthday. he lives with his dad, and stole all his money and whatnot in order to survive.
so this Kafka is bound by a prophecy, to murder his father and violate his mother and sister, both of whom had been missing from his life since a long time before.
the day he turned 15, Kafka had travelled a long way far from home, in a library where he met Oshima [i think that was his name] and Ms Saeki [i think that was her name]. yet he got possessed to murder his father from back home.
ah crap i forgot how to summarise the story and stuff. i think this lovely picture should do it.
i used to read it over and over again back in those days when i hadn't had enough money to pay my outstanding library fines. couldn't borrow any books so had to make do with the ones which i have. i read it like 5.5 times if i'm not wrong.
i was so in love with the protagonist back then!! x_x i even wrote a poem for him, but that was way back in early 2010 so it probably sounds super silly today.
but yeah, you should really read the book. i wanna get The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle and The Elephant Vanishes before i get the latest one, the one called IQ84. its soft cover version just came out, which is cheaper, so imma take advantage of that.
alrighty. shall blog again if i feel like it.
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