I'm reading haruki murakami again, its one of the nonfiction books that really got stuck to me, i like his way of presenting the stories, brief , direct and deep. I miss my Bf, he's out there somewhere hehe.. (we just talked a while ago), its good to be alone sometimes, u sort out urself, u think about ur present life somehow and get the big the picture. The room is nice, the toilet is great i love it and mostly the food was..awesome, i'd probably gain weight here, wish i wont. at least there is internet, there's life somehow and music, i can live with it. There is something strange being alone in a hotel room, there is an air of nostalgia, its like wearing a dress that has been worn many times, u still feel the presence of the people who has slept there many times, u wonder how many emotions went on inside this room. weird. i'm weird.oh well, time to sleep and get under the covers. finish this haruki.
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