16th of june, 2006.
day of deviancy and one couldn't care less...
lunch of japanese food (and i'm just too happy with my tempura and chicken don that the presence of raw fish dipped in pasty wasabe do no tintimidate me)...
a stroll in shoppesville, eyes wandering freely over goods that seem to scream with "buy me! buy me!" in every glance...and of course, that first visit to Promenade's FULLY BOOKED.
a reading of Neruda's "Tonight I Can Write the Saddest Lines" never felt so blissful.
skimming through hundreds of engaging titles in that haven of binded covers was simply heavenly...and of course, the perfect cap to an almost ethereal afternoon
i would've wanted to hug Nemo, but then again, i might just embarass the dude.
so i supposed a buss on the cheek would suffice...
i was just too happy to have the book...
and the bookmark that came with it...
and the price tag that remained taped on its back cover. hahahahaha
it has become some sort of my bible in the week that has just passed..
i haven't finished the book..i refused to finish it in one sitting.
have i told you how much i love the book?
i love it soooo much that i bring it with me everywhere i go...
when i'm feeling low, i just have to touch its cover and somehow
a sense of calmness stills me.
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