"Pagagalitan ka ng soldier, how exciting," she said.

Me: Nakapunta ka na ba sa zoo?
Maru: Di pa.
Me: Hindi ba't weird na hindi pa tayo nakapunta dun?
Maru: Ewan ko, ni hindi pa nga tayo nakapag-enchanted eh.

Before I fall asleep, it occurs to me that life consists of days like this. Points that in the end, if we have been fortunate, connect a line. That they can also fall apart into a meaningless pile of spent time, that only a continuous unswerving effort gives a meaning to the small units of time in which we live.

Christa Wolf, One Day a Year

shew

to shew (third-person singular simple present shews, present participle shewing, simple past shewed, past participle shewed or shewn)

1. (archaic) To show.
2. To prove.

Quotations

• 1611, King James Version of the Bible (Authorized Version)^[1], Genesis 12:1

  Now the LORD had said unto Abram, Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father's house, unto a land that I will shew thee:

• 1786: Francis Grose, A Treatise on Ancient Armour and Weapons, page xiv.

  The section shewing its concavity and handle.

• ????: M. Le Page Du Pratz, History of Louisisana (PG) page 40.

  I give it you without any other design than to shew you that I reckon nothing dear to me, when I want to do you a pleasure.

Naisip mo na bang isang malaking event ang kasal mo?
-Maru

I'm tagging: MARU and BEA and LISA and BEBE

Funeral Blues
W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.   

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight...

• My left ear is finally savoring the sting of a silver stud.
• The Starbucks planner fell on my lap. Just like that. Thank you.
• I got my Memoirs of a Geisha in its original cover.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, 
Make the Yule-tide gay, 
From now on, 
our troubles will be miles away.

• I'm not one that goes through the entire ordeal of homesickness. I suppose I can be transplanted anywhere in this earth without so much a feeling of longing for home. And it's not because I've outgrown the feeling because it was never there, to begin with. Still, it's a huge relief to know that I'm going home on the 23rd. Yey. I'll be seeing these two crazy people by then:

Here we are as in olden days, 
Happy golden days of yore. 
Faithful friends who are dear to us 
Gather near to us once more.

• I'm not having a Christmas Wishlist this year since I am soOo grateful about how this year turned out. Oh thank you, for a blessed year.