in light of the weekend to come
i went to kinokuniya today, and blew
too much moolah on books, glorious
glorious wonderful books! 7 books, 150$.

oh my.
what's going into my bag tonight:
1. cloud atlas- david mitchell
(finally. it's in stock!! i cannot wait!!)
2. sputnik sweetheart- Haruki Murakami
(as much as i told myself not to venture into said writer again, i saw the book, and seriously, who could resist a depressing, black-white-red book with manic-depressive lesbian characters?)

["My head is like some ridiculous barn packed full of stuff i want to write about," she said."images, scenes, snatches of words...in my mind they are all glowing, all alive. write! they shout at me. a great new story is about to be born-i can feel it. it'll transport me to some brand new place. problem is, once i sit at my desk and put them all down on paper, i realise something vital is missing. it doesn't crystallise--no crystals, just pebbles. and i am not transported anywhere." --Sputnik Sweetheart, Haruki Murakami]

i think 2 books should suffice!