blue gloves by my seat.



black pig pork bone soup; top 10 ramen at a little japanese restaurant in meidi-ya supermarket. sometimes i wish i would be like a little japanese expatriate, sitting at the corner of the restaurant, separated from the world by thin bamboo stips, and getting drunk on sake.

christmas day, i spend a good half of my day on bus 8 en route to jan's house at simei. long bus rides with a fully charged ipod, i began humming along to itunes. my enthusiasm died down, i gave up counting bus stops, remembering street names and bus service numbers.

but christmas this year is different, and i want to fall asleep remembering the tiniest of details and the shortest of sentences.

just because. 10:09 PM