He loves to drink tea, eat takoyaki, drive his editor, whom he affectionately calls "Miichan", to tears by feigning the non-completion of his work, sleep late, and smoke cigarettes.
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Friday, November 25, 2005
and all of a sudden
The sun is up. Obstacles surround my everything as I wonder how to crack them. Frailty and weary, it was clear enough for me. Although, I have no choice but to go on my long and meandering road. What binds me is quiet. I can hear so nothing but tranquility around me. "Shigure-sensei!! I need the second transcripts you promised today! I need them now!!"
I don't see any reason to continue. I can stay like this forever. The lens flare on my window, though irksome, I can manage. The resonance of diverse memories made my body heavier. Breeze that enters the window made my curtains dance. I cherished the moments.
There's a butterfly in my room. It seems so peaceful and quiet. Oh, how I envy you, butterfly. I wonder how it would be like with wings just like yours. With vibrant colors such as yours. Your beauty, your simple life... I'm truly mesmerized.
Outside are leaves so bright and green, flowers so dazzling and colorful, trees so elegant and calm, I could watch them for hours.
The serenity..."Oh, there you are, sensei! I need the second batch of transcripts, so you better get up from your bed!"
"Miichan? O-ohayou, ehehe..." Such is life. The serenity... is ruined. Goodbye.
rolled on the floor at 10:14 PM
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
now that's good eating
Tohru is a great cook. She's a great cook, I tell 'ya. Everyday, when we sit down and eat, it never ceases to amaze me how she whips up ambrosial grubs. She has, I don't know... potential inside her. I've never feast upon anything better than her dishes.
We had the best treat today. Each of our favorite dishes were on the table, set for our indulgence. Kyo was drooling, Yuki paused with tears falling down his cheeks, while I ran around the house like the crazy dog that I am. If I had tails at that instant, they'd be wagging like crazy. Yes... tails."Itadakimasu!"
Omigosh! Life's great again. The meal was delightful. The taste still lingers on my taste buds.
After eating, Yuki and Kyo insisted Tohru to rest and leave the household chores to both of them. It seemed like Yuki and Kyo wanted to pay Tohru the gratitude of preparing such heaven sent banquet. Of course, they were also competing against each other -- while doing the household work.
Tohru reluctantly agreed to let Kyo and Yuki do the house chores. She sat on the Beanie chair in the living room."Tohru-chan, I think they fell in love with you more because of what you've prepared for them." I hinted to Tohru. "Huh?!" then she blushed as red as an apple.
"Before you got here, Yuki and Kyo never had the chance to eat their favorite grub -- for free. Let me put it this way. A lot of time passed by, Tohru-san. You showed them a gift. A gift that they have been waiting for a long time. It may sound shallow, but what the heck.""SHIGURE! THE DISHES ARE WAITING FOR YOU!" yelled both Yuki and Kyo.
Forget what I said about "After eating, Yuki and Kyo insisted Tohru to rest and leave the household chores to both of them.""Be there in a jiffy!" Sigh.
We can really count on to Tohru. Everyday's a surprise when she's around. Hatori, if you're reading this... I wish she would never forget the Sohmas. I know a certain two who will wreak havoc if this happens.
rolled on the floor at 2:27 PM
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
blocking my head
I'm having problems coming up with new schemes and twists for my novel. It's frustrating, it's infuriating, it's a riot! How the heck did I become a novelist in the first place?
It's true. Even professionals suffer mental blocks. When mental blocks happen, the world becomes a boring place.I yelled "Not again!" to my book.
I usually write in the morning, inside my room with open windows. If not, I go outside and sit under the tree. There I could watch the colorful leaves and petals fall, eye on the swaying branches, and laugh when a bird drops its cargo on me. It's usually windy when I go out and I don't know why. It's always windy. There's always a breeze lurking whenever I stick my pen on the paper.
I just hope Miichan won't visit me anytime soon. Wait, someone's knocking at the door. I wonder who it is... oh no. Anyone but her.
rolled on the floor at 9:35 PM
