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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Saturday, June 23, 2012
everything's going to be fine
Who would've thought that a quiet time with Akito would finally put me back into my senses? She never said a word. Yes, until now she doesn't speak to anyone. But I was finally back into place after today. After I've told Akito how I feel, how miserable I am without hearing her voice, after I've laid out everything to her, I feel lighter inside. And then she placed her hand over mine with a smile; my life started to calm down. I feel like she's still Akito. Whatever may be her reason for not saying a word, I know that she's still the same Akito that I know. I feel like everything is going to be all right.
rolled on the floor at 7:15 PM
Thursday, June 21, 2012
I'm not giving up.
What do we do when the electricity goes out? Do we cease to exist when there's no electricity? We take for granted the value of nothingness, an opportunity to stop. We concentrate on work and business that we forget we ignore about peace and quiet. I'm tired of all this noise from technology. I'm tired of staying connected and keeping connected. When did we start getting stressed from the noise of technology?
I tried spending a day of nothingness, a day without TV, a day without the radio, a day without a cellphone, a day away from noise; it felt really unusual when I spent my time outside while being disconnected from everything. I wonder if I could call it escapism. It felt great.
Boredom prevails when we believe that work is our drive in life. Work is not all the time. And I believe we shouldn't rely on electricity 24/7. We have this faulty belief that work is important. I am restless for magical moments. I am tired. I am bored.
I need to keep going. I know that life may not be the party that we hoped for. But while we're here, we might as well dance. I need to keep going and I know that I should only stop when the work is finished. There's still hope. I mean every breath is a second chance.
rolled on the floor at 2:00 PM
