I can’t sleep, and that’s why i’m writing this blog post. I suck at sleeping early. Consider that as a noteworthy knowledge if you are the kind of person who likes to tell me to go to bed. It’s not that i don’t treasure sleeping anyway. When you reach my age, sleeping feels like a luxury thing, like a small octopus inside a takoyaki ball. It’s not that i’m old anyway. I guess mental age has something to do with it.
Yogas just got back from Japan and he told me about how takoyaki in Japan is pretty much the same with the ones we have in Jakarta, except the octopus pieces are bigger. I asked him to bring me Sakura’s Drops which i like so much, and he brought me two, which feels like long-lasting orgasms. I’ve been asking people who go to Japan to bring me the famous canned candies since last year. Now that i already have four, i guess it’s time for me to buy it by myself. Japan next year sounds awesome.
I wonder why i didn’t ask him to bring anything else than Sakura’s Drops, like Uchuu Kyoudai stuff. I’m so into Uchuu Kyoudai lately. If you haven’t read the manga, you should. I even consider watching the anime series even though i’m not a fan of watching something. Watching requires patience, and i don’t have that. I also don’t like the fact that i can’t control the flow of the story in my head. When i read mangas, for example, i usually stop at my favourite page and just stare at it as much as i want.
I can watch movies, sure. I just watched Godzilla and i had so much fun watching it. I’m pretty fond with Godzilla and the story was flowing nicely, i didn’t feel lost in the middle. I’m also going to watch it again next Monday with my friends. I don’t mind, i’ll watch it in IMAX, it’ll be more awesome i bet.
Okay this is boring, isn’t it? I’ll just write again later.
Why would you turn memories into bullets and shot them into your head?
The anxiety of waiting is something i always cannot handle. Like whatever inside your stomach juggle, all your nerves send you uneasy feeling, emotions strike your brain and giving you constant headache.
Heck, i didn’t even know what kind of guitar it was. I’ve done my research and i was still clueless if it’s what i want. I like how it looks, yes, but is that enough? But i took the gamble and ordered it straight away after swaying between this and that.
By the time i got it with me, plugged it into the amplifier, and when i heard how it sounds like, i knew the answer.
Dude, you’re so handsome, aren’t you.
I’ve decided the name before i had it with me..
The name is “Agarina”.
“How’d you meet?”
the guy asks. You say,
“Two planets collided,
and we were among
the few survivors.”
— by David Levithan
I read the book during my weekend. I didn’t expect the book to be that short, to be honest, but i found myself pleasantly surprised to really enjoy it.
The story starts off with the narrator and how he came to write his first novel, and how hard it was for him (which i can relate), and after that it jumps back and forth to the moments of his life, from his past relationships with girls to his nice-but-short friendship with The Rat.
I got dragged into some of his contemplations about mundane things in his life, and i could actually feel like i was having the narrator sleeping next to me, mumbling about bits and bops of the 18 days he had spent in his hometown. I found beauty in the way he faced his life, and his introversion attracted me.
The only thing i dislike was the glimpse of loneliness that stroke me when i reached the end of the book.