Do you wanna hear a secret?
I fold down page corners.
Do you wanna hear a secret?
I fold down page corners.
Solidarity feels familiar every now and then.
It’s like an old friend visiting you in a timely manner.
It conditions you within the confines of the room.
You gaze through your window.
You find yourself joyfully basking in the afterglow.
You let it stay for a moment–solidarity.
After all, this is the only chance you get
to be reminded of his presence before he left this room.
People always lie
They lie about how they’re competent with their undone tasks
Or lie about things they ought to do but didn’t do
They work all their way through the top of the pyramid,
Without a single speck of honesty in their resumes.
They try to lure you with pure conviction that they are nothing but the best.
Convinces you they have boys running towards them,
Accomplished jobs or have closed-family ties drunken with euphoria on a Sunday.
You could see these things on their digital timelines or perhaps hear it on a Friday night catch-up.
But the truth of the real matter here is,
They go home on an empty bed.
An empty bed.
They wait and wait on stricken time for some guy’s reply until they fall asleep and zero signs of reply in the morning.
They are being bullied and struck by burnout in their 9-5 jobs.
And Sundays are spent on Chinese food and shitty dramas they find on television.
So what’s the point of lying to us?
We all know what’s really happening here.
What’s the point of lying to yourselves?
The times that make you close your eyes,
Reveal the cravings of your heart.
I realised this when I did for a minute one morning,
Trying to smell the freshly baked bread our neighbour must have been making (maybe I was just imagining Pandesal!).
Or when waking up around 3 in the morning,
Trying to hear the rustle of leaves.
Shutting our sights unashamedly,
Guarding down our expectations, prejudices and inhibitions
Only wanting to feel
The surprises the comes with it.
So let me be blind for a moment,
Maybe I’ll find myself knowing what this heart really desires.
It was a long agony waiting for my shift to end. It was the same as it was almost everyday, too chaotic that we even forgot that we had to pee for the whole 12-hour shift. So I was really looking forward to clock’s landing at 1900 hours. Patty and I agreed to run after our shifts at the start of our one week stay at Mylene’s place. Her sister is on a vacation and we got worried about her living alone. So as an offer of our concern for her welfare, we invited ourselves to crash her place for the whole week. It’s safe to say it is a win-win situation for her. Going back, Patty and I were both having a shitty day and we asked Rashlee to come and fetch us after work. The same routine, he’s gonna pick Patty first then me. Despite of having a long haul hell of a week, we still gathered enough energy to run. So we texted Mylene and Soban (who refused to run that night, btw).
We were planning what to eat after a distance run. That is always the way it goes, we run then eat. Studies say that your body metabolize thrice as much as its normal rate 1-3 hours post long run and that is our shitty excuse. Rashlee was laughing, like it’s a new conversation, while me and Patty were debating whether it’s Korean food or home cooked meal by Sobs. When we got to Mylene’s place, Sobs was helping her preparing the drinks and ice in the backyard. Mylene lives near CDC Parade Grounds. Too near, I swear it only takes 10-15 steps. I don’t know why I am jealous about it, either that she’s that close to our favorite running trail or that she lives in Clark–away from all the chaos and noise of Angeles City. It’s not that I hate where I live, but I would love to be where you don’t have to worry that your neighbor is trying to hit a high note of Aerosmith’s Cryin’ at two in the morning.
Anyway, we didn’t really have that distance run after all. Predictable. Wait, I didn’t have the distance run but Patty did. I fairly think she’s got something going on in her head, she had a good run. Anyway, what happened was Rashlee and I got easily tempted because Sobs brought along her famous Sisig Bituka. It is one of the best and to die for–I don’t know how they do it but it is one of the food I keep on going back for in case I go somewhere abroad. So after I took a quick shower, I headed straight to the backyard and started eating like a beast as always. Patty joined in after a few minutes and we found ourselves talking about plans over the year. I was talking about my upcoming English exam which I was not even prepared of while Patty is already looking for agencies for UAE.
We were making fun of how our week is going to be. I demanded that there should be house rules just to avoid conflicts because we often act very maturely whenever we decide where we should eat (#eyeballs360) or whenever who’s gonna wash the dishes. Some of the rules that were mentioned are refusal to make use of “Good Morning” towels, no stuff/fluffy animal toys (cuteness won’t even charm us), no ceramic or porcelain display of any kind (be it the most valuable ancient vase or ornament that is) and calendars from any hardware store or wherever entrepreneur chain that is. We settled into a census that this is not even going to help us survive the week without experiencing arguments but we still chose to stick with it because it is more fun.
I excused myself going to the loo (oversharing, I know) and left them for a few minutes (again. oh dear). When I came back, I grabbed one glass of water and as I was about to head back to the backyard, something held me and pause for a moment. Outside, there was Rashlee with his high-pitched laugh as if he’s gonna sniff everything around him in an instant. There may be times when he’s misunderstood but he’s always willing to listen whenever Patty and I got boyfriend problems. Sometimes, he never really had to ask and just invite us venturing out our comfort food whenever he sense that we’re not okay. Then Sobs, who was the one making cheesy jokes, who never fails to be your reliable friend when you’re in need. She sees to it we’re being taken care of like she’s got this mother figure in her already (How?). I remember one morning, both Patty and I were doing a morning shift, we woke up having perfectly ironed uniforms and breakfast that was set ready on the table. She takes care of everyone without being asked as if it is a reflex in her.
Then there was Patty, trying to hold her laughter and point out that it is the lamest joke she ever heard. One thing I’ve learned from Patty is that there’s this love that you should give wholeheartedly and that it shouldn’t settle in a mediocre level. That’s how she is, she loves the people around her unconditionally and with no reservations (*wink). She’s also someone I can talk to comfortably whenever I got issues in my life because she sees to it she makes time for her friends. Meanwhile, Mylene is sitting with her legs crossed, smirking and not really paying attention because she’s pissed that she’s not holding a sub zero beer. I must say, I don’t know how we’ve gotten into this friendship. Unexpected. Anyhow, out of sheer luck, she became one of my gems. A true friend willing to put Bones or Once Upon A Time on hold to answer my call–drunk or sober. Someone who sends us a wallowing kit (consists of my favorite chocolates) or mango ice cream in the midst of boy problems. She’s a good listener to every mundane rants and ramblings I talk about and most importantly, she tolerates the nerdy side of me.
Looking through the glass sliding door, I observed how oddly we ended up together as friends. We’re all different yet our friendship ran naturally. One picturesque view I wouldn’t miss for the entire world.
When I got back to my seat, Rashlee was getting his car keys while Sobs and Patty started getting up and looking for their wallets. Mylene smiled, “Guess what? We’ll hit Korean town and grab some Melona ice cream.”
Since I was busy with Uni, I was really a slacker with my reading list this year. Anyhow, I still managed to stumble into magnificent books so it’s not so bad after all. So here are some of the books that I recommend:
This is the first book I’ve read from Renée Carlino and I was surprised that I loved every detail of it. It was intense and I found myself emotional when I finished it. This is one of the books wherein I had to pull an all-nighter because I wouldn’t dare to put the book down. Yes. It is all about first love and reconciliation. It is from the New Adult Contemporary section (I think) and it gave me an element of a surprise that it didn’t give me any mushy drama that makes me cringe. It didn’t. Instead, I was smitten by its neat kind of real emotions. The two main characters had the perfect way to start their relationship and I, for some quite moments, found myself laughing at their complementing humour. Aside from that, it has a perfectly paced story telling that got me into thinking what will happen next until later on, flipping through the last pages of the book.
This is also, again, the first book I’ve read from Taylor Jenkins Reid. Seems like I’ve found the habit of trying out new novels from one author to another, aye? Anyway, this book was written in a different way. It’s a new encounter for me. They say this is one of those love triangle kind of romance but I completely disagree. It was all about a young woman about to unfold the outcomes of her choices between destiny and true love. Not only that, it unfolds in two alternating chapters coming at the end of two results. The two realities were completely captivating and it was hard for me to put my ebook reader down. Certainly, this is a must-read if you’re in the mood for a light read.
Okay, enough with the romance. ‘Nu ba?!
Sorry but I am mentioning Gilmore Girls on this book. I was watching the show again on Netflix and when Jess was reading this book intently, aside from finding it very sexy, I got really curious. At first, I struggled reading this because it’s been a long while since I went through a classic book. I find this book with heaps of elements and it is difficult to make a review about it. Anyway, I’ll try avoiding the plot instead. This was deceptively written about a World War II veteran, Billy Pilgrim, who was apparently unstuck in time. So it goes. The story line jumps all over the place–over time. So it goes.
*So it goes was mentioned in the book for 106 times.
There were moments while I was reading this book when I felt breathless. It is a sad yet a book so powerful. It’s focused on telling the life of Louis Zamperini. From having a teenage life filled with defiance into becoming a famous athlete, it was moreso highlighted into his odysseys with being a lieutenant during the World War II. Facing the brink of death, he was condemned as a prisoner of Japanese POW camp. Hillenbrand wrote this riveting story that highlights survival and resilience. One of the best non-fictional books I’ve read so far and it also has a film if you want to give it a go.
“If I knew I had to go through those experiences again,” he finally said, “I’d kill myself.”
This is an another sci-fi read I just recently finished. It was recommended by my friend, Mika, because I asked for some clear advice with my reading blues. I borrowed and got heaps of books but at that time, I couldn’t seem to be interested in any of them. I just needed a starter and this is apparently was it. S.J. Kincaid brought us this stand-alone book leaving us satisfied with every great detail of its scenarios. I like it as a stand-alone and not as a series however, I feel like it’s more of a fantasy book even though it was shelved under the sci-fi section. It’s one of those female-lead-empowering kind of adventure towards saving the world and people she loves.
Oh my. Wickedly written, coolest and unique format but still managed to give a captivating story. The book comprises of classified files: messaging, transcripts of surveillance camera, photos and interviews yet it managed to sort out into a wild ride of a story. It was difficult to apprehend with its slow start but when you get to pages 150-200, you’ll be hooked. Definitely, I am out of words because I just finished this last night so I’m still suffering from book hung-over. The sequel, Gemina, is up as well and I might be listening to the audiobook while reading it (as what others recommended).
If you want a clear synopsis of this book, here: click! Sorry!
So there, I just gave a set of mundane reviews of all the books I recommend this year. I might be upgrading my list by weekly or monthly so I could update this blog more often. Hopefully.
It begins with a boy. Theo Decker, a thirteen-year-old New Yorker, miraculously survives an accident that kills his mother. Abandoned by his father, Theo is taken in by the family of a wealthy friend. Bewildered by his strange new home on Park Avenue, disturbed by schoolmates who don’t know how to talk to him, and tormented above all by his unbearable longing for his mother, he clings to one thing that reminds him of her: a small, mysteriously captivating painting that ultimately draws Theo into the underworld of art.
As an adult, Theo moves silkily between the drawing rooms of the rich and the dusty labyrinth of an antiques store where he works. He is alienated and in love-and at the center of a narrowing, ever more dangerous circle.
The Goldfinch combines vivid characters, mesmerizing language, and suspense, while plumbing with a philosopher’s calm the deepest mysteries of love, identity, and art. It is an old-fashioned story of loss and obsession, survival and self-invention, and the ruthless machinations of fate (via Goodreads).
Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price—and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can’t pull it off alone…
A convict with a thirst for revenge
A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager
A runaway with a privileged past
A spy known as the Wraith
A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums
A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes
Kaz’s crew are the only ones who might stand between the world and destruction—if they don’t kill each other first (via Goodreads).
It wasn’t because she never found the right words to be placed in this world,
It was because her own voice lacked familiarity.
He never had the slightest hint that she hesitated when she turned her heels away from everything in between. He was clouded by her mixed signals, we couldn’t blame him. Little did he know, she started thinking about him the moment he offered her to listen to one of his favourite records. In a warm sunny afternoon when Vance Joy’s Wasted Time played on her iPod, her mind was non-stop with all the wishful thinking about him. She started doing things that cost huge adjustments for his benefit and his obliviousness killed her wonders. He easily gave up even before everything started and she’s in awe trying to figure out how she managed herself to be in that kind of place…
She is now inside the train trying to hold every rush of emotions back. Even though no one would even notice her if she’ll shed a tear since everyone is preoccupied with their mobile phones, gadgets and books. Nobody really watch what it is like outside anymore. So she waited until she’s home. She waited and watched.
She never intended to listen to any kind of music as it’ll distract her but this little boy played the record he recently learned to love. It’s something that she has to return back. So she’s back on her heels again and went to their little reading nook. She sipped a cup of coffee and wiped the tear that stubbornly fell on cheeks. Her 7-year-old son sat beside her and said, Let’s go and read The Orange Girl again.