OLA! yesterday, cesca and i watched i love you, goodbye in gbelt 3. i had cold rock's vanilla nutmeg ice creme while cesca grabbed a cookie mint frappe (i think) in seattle's best to munch during the film showing. the movie was super funny because there were some scenes (actually the death scene of derek ramsay) that really was comical amidst its seriousness. afterwards, we went to glorietta 5's nbs where i bought my most must-read book, the unbearable lightness of being. we dined in bacolod chicken inasal before going home.
after we've eaten, cesca surprised me with a post christmas gift (so that was why we've raided fullybooked, powerbooks, and nbs before we watched ilyg), which I think was the best present i've ever received this christmas. i think of it as such because well, it evoked mixed feelings (happiness, guilt, sadness, longing, desire etc.) in me. and the best part of it was the christmas card (the tiny christmas card in this case)!!!!!!
it's so touching to know that someone knows your needs and wants without you saying what these things are. i could not even express how touched i was! i just gasped there and that was it (of course, i didn't forget to say the magic words) hahahaha.
haiiiii, i feel so beyond happy last night and today! :'DDDDDDDDDDDDDD
anyway, here's a few excerpts from the unbearable lightness of being by milan kundera:
"There is no means if testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork of a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture."
"Tomas came to this conclusion: Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep ( a desire limited to one woman)."
"In Tereza's eyes, books were the emblems of a secret brotherhood. For she had but a single weapon against the world of crudity surrounding her: the books she took out of the municipal library, and above all, the novels. She had already read any number of them, from Fielding to Thomas Mann. They not only offered the possibility of an imaginary escape from a life she found unsatisfying; they also had a meaning for her as physical objects: she loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others."
The one about the books was extremely true. I always feel the same thing when I go out with a book inside my bag!
