Yep. My new book is here. It’s Khaled Hosseini’s second book, A Thousand Splendid Suns. I decided to forego his first bestseller after reading all the good reviews about this one. I may get The Kite Runner later, but for now, I’m just so happy with this. And oh, it’s my first book from Fully Booked. NBS loyal ako e. *Wink.*
Only recently, Sunday morning has become clean-up time for me. I used to tidy up the house on Saturday or Sunday evenings, but that has changed lately. Though I love cleaning up at night when everything’s quiet, Sunday morning has an envigorating charm that’s simply perfect for dusting, mopping, and scrubbing. *Wink.* *Grin.*
I love waking up early on Sunday mornings while the neighborhood is still, while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toast fills the whole house, and while I could play the music I want without the mix-up of other music coming from my neighbors’ radios. By 9am, RJFM‘s Rarest and Greatest starts, I turn off the classics and listen to the program which lasts until noon. As the program ends, I’m done with cleaning and it’s time to go home for our family’s Sunday lunch.
Yesterday morning, while tidying up the front room, I realized my table is overflowing with unread books, so many that the corner smells of bookpaper already!
These are all my unread books, not included on this stack are Haruki Murakami’s Wind-up Bird Chronicle which I am currently on, and Khaled Hosseini’s A Thousand Splendid Suns which is on the way now after a friend bought it for me.
Yay. So many books… Guess I might just spend Sunday mornings reading instead of cleaning. *Chuckle.*
I miss you…
Terribly, miserably. Another week has gone by and so are days without you…
I was in the City the whole day yesterday for a project meeting with a client at his posh building at Paseo de Magallanes. I got time to spare after the meeting and so I went to Alabang in search of the stuff that make me happy: pens, toys, books. And so here they are, my mid-week loot. Sinful, I know, especially to my shrinking budget and a headache to my savings allotment, but never mind. I haven’t rewarded myself like this in a long while… *Grin.*
First, here are my Tomica toys. The first one is Tomy #68, an Isuzu Snorkel Firetruck scaled at 1/110, and the second is Tomy #51, a Toyota Crown Comfort Taxi scaled at 1/63. Why it’s called a Comfort Taxi, I don’t know. (Don’t ask me. He-he-he.)
Next, I bought my own trio set of Pilot FriXion Ball gel pens. They’re amazing! Pilot pens are just amazing! I also bought refills for my .7 G2s.
And then… I finally found the Rotring fountain pen I’ve been wanting to get. Yee-ha! It’s a Rotring Newton 600 with an 18k gold B nib. Whoa. I’m now enjoying the pen as much as I enjoyed using the Core, my first Rotring FP.
My Wednesday in the City is a very productive day. Successful with my meeting, successful in getting the stuff I want–as a reward to my hardwork (and heartaches) the past several months.
Oh, and I also got my B a Nicholas Sparks paperback, A Bend in the Road. Sort of a belated quid pro quo for the Murakami she got me. Right, B?
Now here’s my Monday morning show and tell: my weekend loot. *Grin.*
Just because I really, really, really love Haruki Murakami and I was left wanting for more after finishing Norwegian Wood, I rushed to the nearest NBS last Saturday and got myself The Wind-up Bird Chronicle. Later in the day, my B sent me this SMS: I got Kafka, which meant she has found me Kafka on the Shore which was unfortunately unavailable at the first NBS we went to.
Then a good friend who came home from a Holland trip brought me these beauties: two EFFEN vodka shotglasses. These shotglasses are the fourth addition to my collection with liquor design.
So long, Toru… And even if you did not ask me, I will never forget you. Who could?
I can never forget you or Naoko, or Midori, or Reiko. I won’t. I can’t. For you all taught me so much in death as in life in the two and a half months we spent together.
From you Toru, I learned so much about loving, giving, and taking, losing, and loving again. And what else? Hm. A lot. And that includes courage, integrity, responsibility, and hard work. From you, I also learned to deal with pain, and loss, and death.
I felt your pain when you knew Naoko was thinking of Kizuki while she was holding on to you. I understood your confusion when Midori kissed you in the rain, and felt your longing when you made it with Reiko after Naoko’s death. I cried with you when you cried because Naoko is dead.
You put death in an entirely different perspective for me when you said that death exists, not as the opposite but as a part of life. How profound.
And just as I am saying farewell, I want you know that these are the most unforgettable lines I got from you:
No truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end and learn something from it. ~ Toru Watanabe, Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
But tell me, Toru, if we meet, if we ever meet, would you talk to me like you talk to Reiko? Would you write to me as you wrote to Naoko? Would you leave me too as you left Midori?
Despite your flaws and little imperfections, you are who you are, and there are only a few men in this world like you, Toru Watanabe. And your flaws and imperfections only make you humanely perfect and endearing to the many women in your life: Naoko, Midori, and Reiko.
I’ve always loved pens, and I’ve always wanted pens. Lots of. Through time, I’ve accumulated so much but held on to the really special ones. Below are the pens on my stash:
Mon Ami Gel Pets
Non-Pilot Gel Pens
Pilot Gel Pens
The lot.
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I know I said three and only thought of two, so You immediately sent me the two, way long before the deadline I specified. Sometimes You do work in mysterious ways that’s unique, overwhelming, and suprising. Gracias, Papa…
Pik-One photo courtesy of Christian Bering of http://www.flickr.com/photos/bering/
What is amusing is the fact that when I purchased this pen, I was meaning to buy another Rotring, the 600. But the store has ran out of them, and so I got what fancied my eye: The Rubidium.
And we had since been inseparable. At least for now.
Below are photos of how I wrote using my Rubidium.
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