Random thought #258
I realized I have a strange fascination for trains and subway systems. Coming from Manila with its pathetic MRT system, the Shanghai Subway system amazed me. When I was in Hong Kong, its subway system wonderfully confused me and I had fun finding my way around on my own. And now that I am halfway through Murakami’s Norwegian Wood, I can’t wait til I get to Tokyo and ride the train from the Ueno Station to Shinjuko station. Sigh.
Take me to Japan sometime?
she would grow beautiful, surrounded by butterflies and rainbows… and she would love ice cream…
winter.isobelle.etienne.sabine.marina.velouria.katerine.sara.elise. francine.dominique.estelle.simone.alexi.louise.sophia. sylvie.portia.anastasia.sam.marguerite.vienna.
1st Grade Love Affair
That’s the cover over there —————->
1. rollercoaster – shoestrings
2. 1st grade love affair – shoestrings
3. winning a battle, losing the war – kings of convenience
4. pen and notebook – camera obscura
5. happy new year – camera obscura
6. on peak hill – stars
7. protection – massive attack w/ tracey thorn
8. she keeps me alive – nixon
9 the gate – belle and sebastian
10. fleetway – blueboy
11. cross my heart – everything but the girl
12. after all – the cardigans
13. so? – heavenly
TILT-A-WHIRL SWIRL
1. back in our town – ivy
2. let you down – the arrogants
3. remember me – slumber
4. mornings – club 8
5. willow – the field mice
6. crushed – cocteau twins
7. katy song – red house painters
8. souvenir – brittle star (omd cover)
9. love still flows – the lotus eaters
10. out on your own – the lotus eaters
11. the process – saint etienne
12. love’s labour’s lost – lovespiralsdownwards
The Glass Girl and Her Maker
Let’s go away for a while.
I do not want to move. I fear that if I move even just a bit, everything would fall to pieces.
Honey, you are falling to pieces.
I’m not.
Your glass insides are already in splintered fragments. What could have reduced you to such small pieces?
(She stares at me.)
Come now, my dear… Let’s put your glazed heart back together.
And if I don’t want it fixed?
(My turn to stare.)
What’s the point in fixing it?
(Sigh.)
Let’s go now. But leave my heart be. It now prefers to be broken. There is comfort in the smithereens.
look what i found!!!
my first and only attempt at poetry writing in filipino!
i found it on a polsci test booklet.
and must’ve been too ashamed to pass my paper waaaaayyyy ahead of my classmates as a sign that i didn’t have that much answers to the test questions…
here goes…
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06.29.00
hindi kita tatawagan ngayon.
kahit na kating-kati na akong
humawak ng telepono,
kahit na sabik na sabik na akong
marinig ang boses mo,
kahit na may sangkatutak akong kwentong
para lang sa’yo,
at kahit na ang pagsambit mo ng ingat ako
ang tanging bubuo ng araw ko,
hindi pa rin kita tatawagan ngayon.
bukas na lang siguro.
