Really, they will not remain as wishes since, in the first place, they are not. They are just disguised as one for me not to spoil the yuletide air. These are the following I'll be needing to go through the year of the ox (suddenly jumping to new-year air).
1. Planner
I was about to buy one at National Bookstore, but I found the products too monotonous for my taste. It seems the planners have the bold boring written all over their pages, which I'll try to escape in 2009. So I prefer the one that is given as tokens by companies. Last year, I got Matwood. I need a planner that has colors, trees, plants, or furniture, or pots, glasses.
2. A case for 2x3 Mp4 (a fake one).
A self-gift for the year-end that has about to come. I found phone's FM radios are not enough anymore. They are songs that I want to hear all over again, again, and again (gusto kong matutong magdrive, buksan mo ang iyong mata, di mo ba nakikita). E-heads is crowding my head now. And there is no station that offers poetry readings. (Ow, there are some. Some AM stations offer once-a-week reading.)
3. F. Sionil Jose, Jose Garcia Villa, and St. Nick Joaquin
I have not read FSJ yet. I had read some Doveglion and St. Nick, but I can't consider it as close-reading since it was just some required college readings. St. Nick was my professor's, and Villa was an extension of Paz's (another professor's requirement forgot the name of the author already, was it the author of Dead Stars?). Villa was once a student of Paz (If i'm not mistaken.) I read her students' works—Villa, was there names Angela and Eleanor? I have to read them.
4. Painting Materials
Brushes, paints, colors, they make me awake. I have to hold, brush them again.
5. Big Native Bag (18x36)
I need big bags since I carry my whole room around. I bring books, two or three of them, yet I will not read—just love the feeling that they are with me. Right now, I got Krip Yuson's The World on Paradise (essays on writers and writing) Dumdum's Third World Opera, and Don DeLillo's Cosmopolis (just bought it at E-mall Booksale for 30, and the book is dedicated to Paul Auster, who is one of my favorite living writers).
6. Happiness
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Silly:::A No Dream-On Christmas Wishlist
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Friday, December 5, 2008
Quoting:::Richel Dorotan
once it's converted to beer."
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Monday, December 1, 2008
Last Night:::Smiley Night
the Moon, Jupiter, and Venus.
Could not see mythology there.
What i see is a
smiling night.
Nothing else.
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Quoting:::Patti Smith
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough.
—"Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough"
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Monday, November 24, 2008
Sunday:::One-Day Weekend
Hang out for a while at Book Sale SM and got these two books—Iron John (nonfiction) by Robert Bly and Free Enterprise by the Jamaican Michelle Cliff and reserved The Snow Leopard by Peter Matthiessen (nonfiction, kinsay interesado?)
"Biologists once thought that herons and geese created their puzzling ritual dances for fertility or survival reasons, that they were, in the word we use about ourselves, practical. But biologists in recent years, after extensive observations of herons, deer, geese, peacocks, and so on, have concluded that some ritual dances have no particular value for survival-they amount to display. Display embodies beauty and expressivenesses often united with a zany grace. Human beings tend to display at the front end; we emphasize the beauty in the face, and the face becomes emotionally expressive. Deer, however, display at both ends: white-tailed deer show beauty in the facial area and in the anal area with their gorgeous tails. Heron dances, peacock strutting, stag processions can all be considered as artistic or superfluous displays.
Longing is expressed, beauty, high spirits. The energies that are caught there, held in a formal moment, activate something in other birds or animals watching. So the displays are activating dances. The events are meant to be seen."
"We all know how history comes down to us, which stories, which versions tend to be passed on. What my great-grandfather told me, what he carved into this bone, was the heroic version, the one he wanted to become history. But the real story is not as colorful, not as tidy; it never is."
Around six, on my way to Turtles, it was close—sakay jeep—naog Colon. And nakapalit ug DBD DBD—tulo wan handrid.
Niya kay wap-a man ko kakita sa film, ang kut nga akong ibutang kay sa kang Akira mismo, dili sa iyang film kay mao ra may makit-an sa Internet. Sa iyaha ni gikang ang
Niya ang last kay pil-gud mobies—seben-in-wan—bahin sa mga iro kay hilig man tawn tag iro ani. Niya pagtesting di man mopley. Balik ko ni Kuya Muslim, niya kakitag kog The Godfather 1,2,3 in one. Mao akong gikuha.
Bonus kay nindot kaayo ang resolution, wa gikuha gikan sa sinehan. Ayos! Bisag makauli kog Tuburan aron magmaraton kay Thanksgiving karon Byernes sa Amerika. Way trabaho. Tan-awon lang kon makauli ba o mantineran lang to nako ang DBD player sa akong uyoan. Tan-aw kag apil? Adto nalang Colon o, ukay ngadto tulo wan handrid ra baya. Kon dili mopley, okey ra na kay naay silay waranti "no pley, return sud sa duha kasemana" Tarungag pili ha.
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