waltz waltz waltz

Yesterday I Finally was done reading Murakami's Dance Dance Dance. prior to that let me tell you what happened. I went out on a Wednesday Night, Hanged out with friends and got myself into a box of a lousy Hang over. It was Leah's birthday, she had Absinthe as a treat. Then, I had Rum coke to chase the devils tail.

Result? Passed out.woke up early.work at 7am.lack of sleep.floating.multi directional form of body pain.starved.then you realized you're not really starving.coffee.end up almost finsihing up what's in the vendo.then Murakami.

Bizaare.Eccentric.Existential. that is how i will describe my 2 weeks journey with the book. there were Lazy chapters, Aha Chapters, and what the fuck chapters. then again, you can't have much of a good thing.

2 Issues I found Interesting on the Passage:

1. How we tend to Create and nurse our Demons
2. Blunders we commit when it's time to Face them when it haunts us back.

Murakami, on the other hand dealt with issue in a playful yet potboiler manner. like a time bomb waiting to explode.

what could be worst than having a hang over? I don't know. perhaps, waking up at this time of the year, realizing how primitive my ideologies are. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not in sync with the ways of the world today. and I need some tweaking with open arms.

Your Existence in my life has a purpose, what it is I don't know. to tweak me i suppose, make me learn, make me understand the value of matters in its truest essence- I don't know. for now, I'm in felicity to have you around. to be frank, I'm caught in the deepest blue like the color of your eyes...

"Do I love you? Yes I love you.
But easy come, easy go, Don't let me down."- A token of gratitude, The Radio Department