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. He's a jokester who occasionally gives advice or purposely stirs up controversy for the good of everyone in the end.
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006 I knew it! I feel tired every afternoon. Not to mention, it's also extra quiet during the afternoon, during school days. It's the perfect season to write, right when everybody's out and busy. I just have to keep focusing on what I'm working to beat the boredom looming behind my eyes. "These walls need some coloring."It really does look like an office. Someone pimp up my room. I hate the color white. Heh, on another perspective, this room resembles a cell for solitary confinement. Just add some cushion and boom. We have ourselves an author with a straight jacket desperately struggling to write. rolled on the floor at 2:10 PM Saturday, September 02, 2006 discover Ikenee. They discovered my passport and travel documents. I should've hid them in a safer place. I bet they got the idea that I would leave Japan any time soon. Quite frankly, I may have to leave the country -- in the near future. Someday, I may have to travel in order to discover something abroad. The life of an author doesn't have to be contained in one room. It's ideal for him to travel and realize that there are other worlds to write about. "It's only natural." I'm sure these guys can manage without me. Heck, Tohru-kun's quite the manager around here.Brr. It's still cold. I'm still having this riot inside my head. I sneeze, wheeze and cough. I should rest for today. Sounds like a plan. I am tired anyway. That means, I have to rush work tomorrow. Damn. Owell. rolled on the floor at 9:12 PM Friday, September 01, 2006 the attack of the cold Okay. I think I can't handle this stress anymore. I have a cold and I'm suspecting my daily multivitamin didn't work this time. Brr. I really feel cold even though my new heater's working. Or is it hot in here and it's cold outside, so whenever I step in and out for a drink or whatever, the sudden change of temperature triggered my problem. Yes, this cold is a problem because I can't think straight. Heck, I can't even talk properly and I sound like I'm swallowing everything I say. I'm in big trouble because I can't put off work for tomorrow. I can't relax and I may have to rush this time. I hate rushing on things. As for now, I have no choice but to sleep this one out. rolled on the floor at 10:04 PM ![]() |