book of the december in a heartbeat

december, more or less, in 12 photos. i barely went out with anyone but nevertheless when i do it genuinely puts a smile on my face and i actually feel contented with what i have. a few ended bitter but i want to choose to be thankful.

but if i could do it all over again and carefully draw every move i'd made, i'd do it.
i'd do it all in a hearbeat.

book of the psychedelic

i feel like kafka on the shore by murakami is best paired with broke for free- especially when kafka describes his commute. god, i wish i was kafka. i would totally do oshima.

book of the clueless

all i have been doing in this jobless, school-less state is either rot at home, or dress up and get ready for nothing and just wander around the neighbourhood mall and take long walks. 

and all i see around me are people getting hell at their retail/service jobs and workers, sales assistants, baristas draining every ounce of energy that they have. 

hah i dont know anymore