Best Friend, Boyfriend & Haruki Murakami!

This is a very happy time for me because yesterday my best friend celebrated her birthday and tomorrow my boyfriend attempts to celebrate his. My scorpio tribe take up so damn much of my heart that I barely have space left for Conan O'Brien, receiving money for nothing and baby pug gifs. 

Both Tommy and Tumelo are bound to be richessful (rich and successful) so I'm hoping that they'll keep me around or else I will be penning their unauthorized biographies with photos, ya dig? Nonetheless, I got mad love for my two T's and this wouldn't be my self-indulgent blog if I didn't attempt to praise their wonder and all-around amazingness.

In other news, this is a gift from the internet (click here). I engage in delusional thinking on the regular and one of my classic bitches-be-crazy daydreams is that Haruki Murakami is my homeboy. I usually just text him or he invites me for a beer in a dingy bar somewhere. I don't drink beer but that's wholly irrelevant. His writing just inspires that kind of intimacy, well, that's my reasoning anyway. Read this and follow it up with some of this (click here).

 “It’s strange, isn’t it?” the woman said in a pensive voice. “Everything is blowing up around us, but there are still those who care about a broken lock, and others who are dutiful enough to try to fix it. . . . But maybe that’s the way it should be. Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.”

Haruki Murakami, Samsa in Love.

One last thing:

"If we are the same person before and after we love, that means we haven’t loved enough."

Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love.

P.S. I realize that these photos are completely unrelated but I took them and I like them so that's all there is to say about that. 

Haruki Murakami!

I have always wanted to listen to an audiobook. I think it's because I miss having someone read me bedtime stories. 

I remember once when I was about six or so, I read the whole of Disney's Cinderella to my gran, she listened attentively without saying anything and when I was done, all she said was "you got it all wrong". Hahaha, jeez.   

Anyway, childhood bitterness aside, I recently got Haruki Murakami's memoir This Is What I Talk About When I Talk About Running as an audiobook. It is fantastic, really, I love him.

I have read two of his previous books and getting an insight into him as a person is such a treat. Firstly, he started a jazz bar in Tokyo fresh out of university (kill me now) and then he just started writing and ascended to a kind of coolness reserved for the likes of Prince, Grace Jones and Olof Palme.  

Also, he has the golden ticket of being Japanese, which like being Swedish or Cape Verdean, means that you are necessarily cool and interesting.

Murakami

"A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect". 


Haruki Murakami