The Holiday (1938)

Someday I'll go on a holiday, Johnny Case style. :)

Johnny Case: When I find myself in a position like this, I ask myself what would General Motors do? And then I do the opposite!

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Linda Seton: You've got no faith in Johnny, have you, Julia? His little dream may fall flat, you think. Well, so it may, what if it should? There'll be another. Oh, I've got all the faith in the world in Johnny. Whatever he does is all right with me. If he wants to dream for a while, he can dream for a while, and if he wants to come back and sell peanuts, oh, how I'll believe in those peanuts!

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For the Holidays

Holiday reading list:
1. Edith Wharton's Madame de Treymes, Brunner Sisters, and The Sanctuary
2. Milan Kundera's The Farewell Waltz
And, if there is time,
3. Eliot's Jimmy Stewart biography (Finding a copy of Jimmy's book of poetry yesterday in Booksale rekindled my love for him. He is the most adorable Hollywood actor, in my opinion.)

Holiday movie list:
1. Holiday (Cary Grant, the other love of my life!)
2. You Will Meet a Tall, Dark Stranger (I love Naomi Watts (I wish I were as lovely)! And I worship Woody Allen (I wish I were as crazy)!)

I itch to lengthen the above lists but the ginormous pile of Philippine Literature class readings to my left just about clobbers every chance of that happening. :P

And, lastly:

Clarise's New Year's Resolutions:
1. I will try my best to be selfless. I will go out of myself and think especially of those who are too kind and selfless to think about themselves.
2. I will re-establish my contact with God whom I dearly miss.
3. I will bring an eco-friendly bag everywhere and all the time, especially when shopping.
4. I will make more "art" and explore other media.
5. I will watch every single Orson Welles film available.
6. I will moisturize, moisturize, moisturize!

Habitue

When I go to the coffee shop where I go to write, the first thing I do is order myself a drink-- always iced and whipped cream-covered, the flavor is of no matter, and tall. The second thing I do is place it at the corner of my table where it stays untouched for the duration of my stay. Consider it a parking ticket, my license to linger. I take a while to write, you see; ideas do not come easily. In the meantime, the plastic cup steadily breaks into a sweat,the ice in my drink slowly melts, diluting the whipped cream into bits of goop which rest on top of, and never blend with, the coffee. And then, as if on cue and in complete harmony, one by one, words appear and sit on the screen in front of me, where they organize themselves into coherence just as slowly and thoroughly.

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Watercolors from more than a month ago:





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I wonder if this flu is but psychosomatic.