Saturday, January 11, 2014

Why Am I The One?



I have changed, according to them, and yes, I come clean, I sort out. Changing is not immoral, occasionally it is compulsory, inclined by the public, and somebody decided to change virtuously and transform into a bit exceeding his former. Or am I viewing things unjustly?

“You are different; you’re not any longer matching your earlier personality.” That’s the note I received from a pip-squeak. My initial reaction was to sense oppugned in my nut, and asks WTF? I can’t figure how someone chock-a-block of him would bestow ditto. I ne’er changed, that was my judgment.

I keep hearing my support system and social groups that it is 2014; it is a requisite to disremember the past and endure what contemporary transports. Yes, I suppose they have a point inasmuch as New Year means beginning de novo and overlooking the evil stumbled upon last year. It also means disremembering those who has done a little off beam to us.

But the badly-behaved I predict is I. Since my fresh-faced existences, it’s tough for me to forgive and forget, difficult but I still cope by some means. What normally transpires when I do? The bond is not like it did previously. A scratch is mete out and it’s arduous to get rid of it.

Past is history and let bygone be bygone. Tag additional excerpts human beings have held about forgetting the past. But no one can refute that there is veracity in this cliché: we can always forgive, but we can never forget.

The reference saying I’ve changed is factual, but only to some people. I stopped conversing, I avoided contact, and I don’t reply to texts, I don’t give a damn. Why I’m doing this? Simple! I don’t want them to do identical exploit once more. I’m merely saving myself from suffering equivalent hoary dejected melody o'er.

Now, I’m the one who’s viewed wicked to other folks’ discernments. Why I cannot certainly act the manner I reason? Why people continuously misconstrue my whereabouts? Why am I constantly the one who’s in the wrong? I act properly and general public would critic, act gravely and general public would swearword.

I exist in a realm somewhere creatures are perfect-chasers. I cannot offer them what they want; I can only give them my best. No more, no less.

And if changing is bad, from now on, my comeback would be: I DON’T CARE.

I cannot gratify all and sundry; there are those who are so stalwart to consider that they can force others to look after their desires. And if general public call me horrible for not following them, well I embrace the title and pompously brace it.

Friday, January 3, 2014

May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor



When I heard compliments about this trilogy I display insoucianceto get a copy and read, other books are at home yet I can’t finish reading it off, I’m starting but I’ll close it after some page. I also have copies of e-books in my phone and I can’t decide which one to read so I end up not reading anything for 2 years now.



It was during my third and fourth year in college when I dedicated most of my time to reading. I was able to finish the Twilight Trilogy of Stephenie Meyer in only a week. I also finish reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling in two days. I was able to finish some of the books of John Grisham and Dan Brown. Well, that was the time when I can stay whole night just reading. Now, what I want is to sleep. But due to the Christmas season, I was able to read once again and satisfied.



Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins --- I can hear from people that this is one of the best novels one needs to read. I was also able to learn that it is adapted in a motion picture and is also a blockbuster. I was still not interested. If you know me personally, you would have the knowledge that if I like something I’ll do some research about the stuff – a movie, album, and especially book. Just how I devoted surfing the net about Harry Potter when it was only going viral in stores. Before I even start reading the series, I knew most of the story. But in Hunger Games, it did not interest me.



But when I watched the Hunger Games movie with two other people last June 2013, it changed my mind and I was like “I want to read that books now.” But time would not permit me, there are a lot of barriers, like I’m in a story and to read the book is my goal but there are a lot of villains, ha-ha.



Not until December 2013, two weeks ago when I started reading the first book. Since I have watched the movie, I somehow knew the plot but I still find reading it fun. It’s different when I can vividly imagine the scenarios and I was able to know everything. In the movie, there are few details given. I love the idea, because it’s so warped and it makes me ponder and rerun settings in my head. I entered a world of bordering extremes, the Capitol with its ultramodern technology and bizarre manner and self-indulgence; the districts, many are poor that their technology has hardly advanced the use of electricity. I was enthralled in the progress of Katniss Everdeen’s character. You really get the nous that she is carrying the bulk of the world on her shoulders. The actual games are gut-wrenching and rousing. This joined with Katniss' relationship with Peeta Mellark, and the upshot from the finale of the games leave you hankering the second book.


Talk about a realistic character - Katniss doesn't ask to be the center of attention, nor does she want to be. She's not the most beautiful, charming, talented person in the world. She's just a girl who needs to protect her family and will do anything to do so. Every character has his or her own personality, and his/her own development.



Catching Fire is a splendid stuff and a fascinating read. Tensely paced, with Collins making you feel that things are about to explode on a larger scale, even as Katniss tries her best to fend for her own little corner. There are moments which are heart-breaking and moving, but then these are trailed on time by moments of horror and heartbreak and unexpected terrifying violence, and these turnarounds leave you sort of meandering in the airstream. There's no negating, though, that one inaudibly controlling moment when, Katniss, who had been thinking hard of taking her family and friends and skedaddling, decides to stay and tough it out. I felt like cheering when she declares: "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble." That's the girl on fire.




 


Mockingjay, puts a great ending to a series, heart-wrenching. I couldn't stop reviewing the last few pages. Collins captures the true psychological aspects of a young woman's demise. But no literary piece is ever flawless, I somehow manage to think of other things which the author should have at least explained in one way or another, or a clue perhaps. The death of one of the character closest to Katniss almost seems like the author was just mad and wanted to kill someone off. No explanation and senseless. If you are going to kill off the person you spent an entire trilogy protecting then at least give it some build up so the reader can digest it, it is for her sister Prim. The ending is pretty much a drug educed comma of memories and delusions and exile. The epilogue almost seems like an apology for dragging this thing out.


I would have enjoyed the last book, much more if it were condensed to a sequel and if the ending was more complete tying up loose ends. Also I would like the main characters to actually have had a role in the future of Panem. Instead they just turn into some average Joe that is eventually to be forgotten.





As a good point, Collins ends the series in a gentle and peaceful way, and the reader discovers that which has been true from the beginning. Collins shows how the unmistakable yet subtle need for another human being can win out over all odds and become reinforced by the strength of love, intertwining the fates of two people together forever. I loved the action scenes.





I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys a wild roller coaster ride from a book. It really kept me on my toes!

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Short Moment Shared with Friends during Christmas Season



When we were young, we wanted to be mature. And now that we’ve matured, we wanted to be a child again.

Well, I guess I share the same ideas with the lot of people, we may not say it directly but in our minds that somewhat makes us think. When I was young, I have all the time for myself and to play which is not anymore applicable to my current status. I have less time for the things that I really love, I can barely watch my favorite shows at night, and do I have favorites? In fact, right now I have no ideas what are the trending shows.

The difference between a child and an adult is a quite long list to enumerate. But one thing is very evident for me, this is personal. It was during my childhood days when I was able to meet the best friends I could ever hope for. We play at school, we play outside the school, and we play even during weekends when we’re supposed to share it with our family, bonding moments. But my friends would always go to our house and collect me, they would even think of alibis for my parents to allow me, leave with my friends without their knowledge, we’ll go to the beach, to another classmate’s house, eat, play, and enjoy life; not thinking of the assignments we have to prepare.

It was fun being a child, when all are pure and innocent. It was a part of our lives when we are just learning how to live and to be independent, to socialize and realize the importance of friendship.

Now, I am an adult. I can live without the help of my parent. I can go wherever my feet lead me. I have my job, receiving salary every month. I can buy some of the things that I just dreamt when I was a kid. Yes I am happy, but it is not enough.

I have a job, I need to be prepared every day in doing my work and in meeting different kinds of person in where I work, and also I need to do extra effort just to meet the expectations of my community and sometimes, my colleagues.

What I missed most are my friends. I have little communications with my primary and secondary school friends through Facebook. I can see from their posts that some are already married, some with a child of their own, some are successful, some are abroad, there’s still attaining their degrees, and what’s common to all? We are all busy.

Let me narrow my set of friends, college classmates. We call our sections THE FLEXIBLES, don’t ask me why. We are 13 in class, 3 males and 10 females. After graduation, each looked for a job and luckily all landed one. After a year, one invited for a party, night swimming near her place. All right, majority agreed and promised to come. Foods to bring are already settled, each one was tasked what to bring. The place, the date, the time, everything are well planned. But it was all a plan. No one comes; each has to do something else. And the planning goes on and on, but I cannot remember one moment when the planning really did happen.

Finally, after two years… December 23, 2013 and December 28, 2013 are the dates that I have to remember.

December 23, 2013 when I was able to share a moment with Juvy, Meden, Angeline, and Eva. We ate lunch at Mang Inasal – Naga City. It was fun because in the particular time, we updated each other personally with what’s happening in our respective lives.


The same things happened when Carla invited us in her place. Karen, Eva, Angeline, and I were among the present. It was a night with a plenty of foods.

We even had exchange gift. I received a pillow and a hunky. Love it!


 I really liked how things concluded in 2013. Hopefully, we’ll find more time this 2014 to see each other again. I’m looking forward to that event.

I want to end this by sharing you some of the friendship quotes I know.

"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival." - C. S. Lewis
 "It is one of the blessings of old fiends that you can afford to be stupid with them." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
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