I think Hemingway was really really thinking hard when he said this: I love sleep. When I am awake, my life has a bigger tendency to fall apart. Or something like that.
But the smell of autumn just makes me yawn all the time.
Lately, I've been thinking of my old place in Yokohama pretty often. I wonder how it feels to be there again and walk aimlessly in those familiar streets and bump to someone I know. It's been close to 2 months now since I moved and only now I get to realize the big change that took place. ドラマ!
I heard some good news today. But I don't know if I'd have to be happy or not.
I actually wanted to write but seems like I am not friends with words anymore. This is the longest time I haven't read a decent book, too. (Although I consume journals like rolls of tissue paper.) But book is still a book, especially if it is Marquez or Murakami. I should probably go to the library one of these days and find if they have something interesting in English.
Someone is celebrating her birthday today. Shout out to that, across the Indian Ocean.
I had The Weepies' album Hideaway in my playlist since last month. But only since last week I started playing them on my player. I heard them first in Manila when Jam 88.3 started playing 'Hideaway' last year. Since then, I've always had this secret liking for this indie pop-folk band.
Anyway, it has been two months since I moved here in my new house and I found an apt song for me and all these shitty feelings of moving on and missing places and people and stuff.
I can't really say why everybody wishes they were somewhere else But in the end, the only steps that matter are the ones you take all by yourself -'Can't Go Back Now' by The Weepies