The Good Stuff for November may be The Same Good Stuff for December (A Wishlist)

It has been a yearly activity for me to write about what I want for my birthday and for Christmas. Luckily, my friends take heed of my subtle “get me this” proposal of sorts.  Last year, a friend gave me a charm necklace symbolic of my little frustrations and wants in life aka photography, matryoshka dolls, bike, and dragonfly. I also received a painted Little Prince espadrilles and a compilation of Art History DVDs from a friend and Love, Stargirl book from my sister.

A friend mentioned in her blog that it doesn’t hurt to make a wishlist ahead of time. In fact, she has a whole year round wishlist which she updates every so often. I must say it is pretty effective since she received a number of books last year without any given special occasion.

And guess it wouldn’t as much pain as I list down what I would like to receive for my birthday and for Christmas. Yes, they usually come in a package since they’re not even four weeks apart. Here goes:

1. Books

Books are like friends. You don’t invest too much money on them and you find them in the most unexpected places. I do not really spend much on books. Honestly, I go for dirt-cheap, second hand, surplus stuff found at thrift shops and book sale outlets. And that makes them amazing and valuable to me. Receiving books from friends however, makes them a lot more special. This year, I have trimmed down my book requests since I still have a set of books piled beside my bed. The list of three starts with Jostein Gaarder’s Sophie’s World for a dose of growing up Philosophy, Benjamin Hoff’s Tao of Pooh for a comical and lighter approach to Philosophy (yet again) and Alain de Botton’s Architecture of Happiness so an art form may be included in the list (I was joking ok). I accept second hand books anyway, as long as spine is intact and pages are complete.

2. Colored pens

For my doodling activities, for writing anyone and everyone notes. To put color in my handwritten love letters.

3. Colorful Flats

Because my pink flats have already gone tired and I would like to assume that by next year, I am going to be in a pretty formal environment. I might be giving my sneakers and slippers a rest, and might be wearing heels most of the time and donning flats during downtime. I won’t be opting for safe colors though. Loud and juicy colors seems to be more relative to my name.

4. DVDs

Because Mr Snooze and I are in love with movies. He has the mainstream aka Hollywood taste while I am into Indie and Art Films. Yes, I still hoping to receive an Akira Kurosawa compilation, a Sound of Music my mother can borrow, The Red Violin for artistic madness, the Name of the Rose where I can drool over Christian Slater and of course, Audrey Tautou movies. On a hushed note, they need not be original. 😛

5. Mix tape/Mix CD

This is simply because I want to be romanticized via music like that. No, you don’t need to explain and elaborate. The words and melody shall make me feel so.

6. Hand-written letters

Beautifully written letters inscribed upon whatever type of paper, folded in which ever weird way, sent via snail mail or hand delivery. Just because im sucker of neat paper folding and words gracefully strewn together.

7. Anything Little Prince

Here’s a toast to my fondness of the stars and unknown places and strangers and early philosophy and the joy found in the littlest of things.

8. Cinnamon 

Hot and fresh from the oven kind of swirls, or flat and frozen discs.

9. A journal

Need not be anything too fancy or special but as long as it can work as a history, sketch, and prose and poetry repository, that’s fine.

10. An Ukay-Ukay Shopping Spree

Because I love vintage and I am a sucker for cheap cheap cheap thrills and real unique pieces.

11. Travel

I believe I need not post this anymore since someone has already granted me this nine months prior to my birthday. But my heart says I should add this anyway, since I still long for Sagada so I can look up the stars and fall in love again. Yes dear, I want to fall in love all over again with you. I have been thinking of hitting the bus after the plane.

A Celebration of an Unhappy Anniversary

My love letters to you take the shape of paper airplanes – exactly the way you taught me how to fold them. I need not read them to make me remember things. With my eyes closed, they launched my flight, back into the verticals we’re supposed to be counting.


Last night was almost as it was a year ago.  Only, it was a short tale of transit – with raindrops on each of our glass windows and our breaths of whispery songs. I looked outside, never at your face until your fingers crawled into mine as if they were searching for constellations the way they do before. I sighed and made my hand form a fist. There’s no use looking for stars there. Not even one exists anymore.


You were the quivering spring in winter and the most promising spring before summer. And like the seasons, you passed by too short. You left me in mid-summer then. Now, it’s my turn to leave you before summer.

I’ve already counted too much verticals, I lost track of them. Little did I know, it was spring again. Yes, last night was already spring – but a different one I must say.


My paper airplane love letters have already taken me far more than remembrance. They have actually lead me to as far as this reality – a celebration of an unhappy anniversary.