Wednesday, May 26, 2010
11:42 pm
yesterday night a bat flew into my room. again :/ how traumatizing it is when you're in the middle of a dream and you think there's just some hair clip that you forgot to keep away digging into your leg and then you realize its moving and can make noise. then I screamed and ran out of the room and 5 seconds later my mum was screaming cos the bat flew into her room instead. hurr. At times like this I totally appreciate having my dad around :D
Reading Murakami yet again. I realise why Japanese lit is so readable for me. The whole surreal and strangeness of the people that inhabit that fictional landscape makes you feel comfortable with not being like everybody else. I guess we all have a little bit of that in us, things that bother us that we never really say but which the characters speak about with such a comforting frankness.
Another realisation: I never write about things that are going on in everyday life here now. Not that they aren't important, but I guess I just don't like to talk about the important stuff. Hmmm.
