kahapon, sa kotse, habang nagbabasa ako ng libro ni haruki murakami na 'norwegian wood.'
wylo: (peers over my shoulder) ate, naiintindihan mo ba yan?
me: (looks at book cover) alin, ito?
wy: oo, sabi NORWEGIAN eh.
me: (blinks) *laughs* shit...
and why exactly am i reading murakami?
"Let me just tell you this, Watanabe," said Midori, pressing her cheek against my neck. "I'm a real, live girl, with real, live blood gushing through my veins. You're holding me in your arms, and I'm telling you that I love you. I'm ready to do anything you tell me to do. I may be a little crazy, but I'm a good kid, and honest, and I work hard, I'm kinda cute, I've got nice boobs, I'm a good cook, and my father left me a trust fund. I mean, I'm a real bargain, don't you think? If you don't take me, I'm gonna end up going somewhere else."
- p.263, haruki murakami's "norwegian wood".
(sighs, braces self for sept 21 entry)