The first few words I uttered after putting Sputnik Sweetheart down were: "What the...?" Imagine it. Me, saying those two words, hanging in the air, with my eyebrows furrowed, soft and almost whisper-like exclamation. I was surprised. No. Not surprised, I was more shocked than surprised for what happened was something that I haven't experience in a while. Thinking. I was in awe for something that I think, for now, is more than what my brain could handle. Murakami. Darn, my head might have been hibernating for eons (aside from time to time stimulation brought by Ady's brainstorming sessions) that it took a fatal blow upon opening Mura-kun's book. Shimatta. It left this gnawing feeling inside me that lingers even now that I'm hammering away on my keyboard. See? Even my writing style is somehow nostalgic.. Shhh.. I'm reading it one more time.. :) Read! Read!
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