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Friday, December 28, 2012

12 Best Books of 2012: Don’t Judge a Reader with the Books He Read. :)

Who would have thought that 2012 will end in three days? If you are still reading this, let us all celebrate that the Mayans screw up. Haha.

If there is one thing that really made me so happy this past year, without a single hesitation, it is the books that I’ve read. Books have been my company most of the time. I am thankful that this page never turned into a book blog. I am grateful for friends who motivated me to read. For people who suggested good titles. And specially to PM who shared this madness with me. :D

So before we move to a different year, let me share you the 12 Best Books that I’ve read this year. And I never thought it will be this tough. I finished 37 books, and it is tough sorting them. For more boring stuff, please click the link. :D

In no particular order:

1. Para Kay B – I guess this is the only Filipino Book that made the list. I admire its originality. Definitely, its ending is something you have to get ready for.

2. The Rise of Nine – People might think that I am just placing it here because I am a big Lorien Legacies fan. However, if you are following the life of Four, you will know that this baby here is the best one thus far. It is exciting. It has richer plots. It doesn’t talk much about love, lols. There are a lot of things happening, and a book with a lot of things happening will always be on top of my list.

3. The Book Thief – One of my favorite books for 2012. As PM said, every book lover must read this one.

4. Catching Fire – Reading the Hunger Games Trilogy one book after another really made me realize that this is really the best one out of the three. Well, Book One was okay. Book Three slightly bored me.

5. Fifty Shades Darker – Come to think of it, I am getting too into trilogies. LOLs. Like Catching Fire, this one is the best of the three books. It is sexier. It is more interesting. And definitely, Christian Grey here is on fire. :D

6. The Perks of Being A Wallflower – You will love a book because of what it does to you. When I finished this earlier this year. I remember going immediately out of the building just to smoke. This one is too intense. Its too depressingly good. :D

7. Kafka on The Shore – My first Murakami book. It was a challenge reading this one but it was so awesome that you have to find ways to get to understand it. Murakami’s words were so fluid. This book is epic.

8. Norwegian Wood – This is the Favorite Book of 2012. Haha. I never anticipated that I will fall in love with this. I love Midori. I love the scene with the umbrella in the rain. I love its words. Oh my, I will definitely re-read this one. Probably, a hundred more times.

9. Battle Royale – Maybe this was the reason why I never loved The Hunger Games. Since this was written way before the latter was published, I appreciated how different and bloody this book is. Once you read this, The Hunger Games will be nothing. Oh my, I don’t have a link for this. LOLS. :D

10. The Catcher in the Rye – I am placing this on my list because of Holden. Holden and his little sister will always be amazing. :D

11. Water for Elephants – Tell me how can you not love this books. It was set on a Circus. It has weird characters. It has an awesome love story. It had an elephant who speak Polish. This book is so Astig! And, I always imagine how hot Jacob can get.

12. Thirteen Reasons Why – Since I am into books that will always make me feel that the sky will fall down on me, this book completes the list. I am placing it here because of Clay. Clay has been an awesome character. He deserves some recognition for his tenacity.

How do you find my list? Haha. I can’t wait to read more books on 2013!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Merry Christmas from The Orange Wit!

I noticed that my last post was about all my office rants. Embarrassing! Thankfully, it got sorted out three days after my supervisor started bullying me and my new officemate.

Lately, I have nothing interesting to write about. Most of the time, I am too lazy to even open my blogger account. I guess it happens to everyone so like Olivia Culpo who won Ms. Universe, I have no regrets. :D

I’ll be spending my Christmas Eve at the office. Boo! But I’ve been doing it for the past seven years so I can’t complaint at all. Before everything gets mayhem tomorrow, let me greet everyone a Merry Christmas! May all your heart’s desires be granted and may this season bring you a happier vibe!

You are all awesome! Also, this is my 300th post. Yey! Who would have thought? :D

Happy Holidays! :D

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Rogue



I am known as the rebel here in the company.

I don’t follow instructions easily. In situations where I noticed something wrong, expect me to be to be the first person to complain right away. In events where I really don’t agree with something, you can peel all the epidermis in my body and I will still stand on what I believe in.

I am the person who will not care. I am the leader of the opposition. I always have something to say.
In return, I make sure that all the things I need to do will be finished right away. If my superiors will ask me something, even though I don’t want to do it, I will still comply. I remember when I was still an agent, I never go into after shift meetings/unpaid OTs but I still make sure that my stats will be pleasing enough in order for my Managers to never complain.

I can be a pain in the neck. Hence, I will still be an asset to any team.

However, we all have limits. We sometimes get to the point where our system will never connect to all the things surrounding us. And after three years of tolerating all the diverse situations and people at the work place, I know I’ve reached it.

An asset has now turned into a liability. And in days where everything seems too mayhem to remain sane, I can assure you now that I had enough.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Sta Mesa Chronicles Part 2: Ang Caroling sa Bisperas



Sanay na ako sa opisina magpasko. Dati akong ahente sa call center. Automatic, kahit ayaw mo, kailangan mong masanay na habang ang iba ay nagbabatian, nagbebeso-beso at kumakain na ng masarap na pagkain pagpatak ng alas dose ng hating gabi, ikaw nagcacalls.

Ngunit nung bisperas ng pasko noon, at hindi ko na maalala bakit naiwan kami ni Jazmine mag isa sa buong boarding house. At dahil dalawa kaming working student na naiwan sa bahay, wala kaming ginawa buong gabi kung hindi planuhin lang kung paano kami makikikain ng noche buena sa kapit bahay. Haha. Sa mga oras ng kagipitan, si Jazmine ang maasahan mo sa usapang abilidad. Haha.

Pinlano naming mag stay sa tapat ng bahay. Pagusapan lahat ng mga bagay na napagusapan na namin dati pa at tumawa ng tumawa dahil dun lang kami magiging maingay dalawa. Pag maingay kami, mapapansin kami ng mga mababait naming kapit bahay, tatanungin bakit hindi kami umuwi? Sasabihin namin na maaga ang pasok namin bukas. Tapos yayayain nila kaming kumain sa kanila. At ayun, Merry Christmas na! Haha.

Habang nakatambay kaming dalawa. Isang binata ang lumapit sa aming dalawa bitbit ang kanyang gitara. "Magandang gabi, pwede bang mangaroling?" Nahinto ang harutan namin ni Jazmine, nagtinginan sa isa't isa, at nagisip kung totoo ba ang nasa harap namin.

Tinignan ko ang binata. May itsura. Parang istudyante sa PUP. Tinignan ko ang aking kaibigan, nginitian, alam na niya ang nasa isip ko. Dalawa lang kami sa buong boarding house at since alam naman namin na parang nagpaparamdam na, aarte pa ba kami? Haha.

Yun nga lang, seryoso si Kuya sa pagkanta ng Christmas Song so cancel na ang maitim na balak. Haha. Hinayaan nalang namin na kumanta siya. Ang pasko ay pagbibigayan. At dahil bisperas na, kailangan na talagang magbigay sa mga nangangaroling. Madami na kaming hiningan ng tawad at ngayon, hindi na uubra yun.

Sinimulan ni Kuya ng Pasko na Sinta Ko. Hindi niya tinapos. Hindi daw niya alam ang chords. Haha. Hanggang sa kumanta na siya ng Always Be My Baby ni David Cook. Tinapos na niya. At sinundan pa din niya ng napakaraming kanta na hindi ko na maalala. Lahat alternative. Lahat bahay sa boses niya. Lahat nakakainlove ayiiee...

Pagkatapos ng private performance ni Kuya. Nagrequest na si Jazmine na kantahin niya ang Let's Get Lound ni JLo. Ganoon talaga siya. Biglang ipapasok ang comedy sa mga sandaling kilig na kilig ka na. Pumasok si Jazmine sa kwarto para kumuha ng pera. Habang ginagawa niya yun, nagkwentuhan kami ni Kuya.

Naiwan din siyang mag isa sa boarding house nila at sa kadahilanang mamatay na siya sa boredom, naisipan nalang niyang mag caroling. Nawala na ang boredom niya, nagkapera pa siya. Style. Parehas kaming galing Muntinlupa. At parehas kaming mahilig kumanta. Ewan ko ba, pakiramdam ko, sa mga oras na iyon, hindi na lalamig ang pasko ko. Nagyaya na siya sa boarding house nila, isang oo nalang, Mering merry na talaga ang Christmas. Asa harap ko na siya, konting landi nalang, alam ko na magiging akin na siya... hanggang lumabas si Jazmine.

"Ayan na nga ba ang sinasabi ko eh." Kutya niya.

Natawa nalang ako. At hinayaang lumayo ang binatang may dalang gitara. Curfew daw. Hindi ko alam ang pangalan niya, o ang numero ng telepono. Pero sa mga sandaling iyon, alam ko na hindi na iyon mahalaga.

Ang pasko ay para sa pamilya, at sa mga sandaling iyon, kahit malayo kami sa mga pamilya namin, may isa akong kapatid na hindi ko magagawang iwan mag isa para sa isang lalaki kakikilala palang. Pamilya si Jaz, at hindi na mababago yun.

Maligayang Pasko!

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Roses


What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet.

-Juliet Capulet

WHITE: Tradition dictates that all guests offer a rose to the departed. I stood on queue among neighbors and friends of Moments’ family who was in front of the altar howling because of his father’s death. The atmosphere was heavy. It was dramatic. While the choir sung the most haunting song I've ever heard, I forced my eyes to stop crying.

                Things could have been easier if Jazmine was with me. We could have ridiculed at the environment I trapped myself in. However, he was not there. And as I near the altar, I knew that things could have been worst. It was devastating seeing an entire family in pain. The hurt they felt was so contagious and though I told myself to maintain composure and grace, when I hugged my friend, it felt like that the sky will fall anytime.

RED: I was on another queue. It was the eve of the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. I held a red one this time. It goes with an envelope where I placed a hundred bucks as love offering. As I concentrate at the image of the virgin in front of me, I contemplated on the things that I want her to hear. I prayed for my family, my friends, and all the people dear to me. I ask for mercy, prosperity and guidance. I lift up to her all the things that bother me – from my fears, insecurities, self doubt and all the pain. I inquire for forgiveness and I wished for peace.

            Though it was already midnight, the air was warm. Her presence made me more optimistic. Her love made me feel safe.

BLUE: Boy, another roommate from Sta Mesa, left the house early. He told me that it was Valentine’s Day and he needs to be early at Dangwa to get the freshest flowers he can get. I thought he will get several red flowers to give to our entire lady neighbor. He did last year. But when he returned home, all he had in his arms were two dozens of blue roses. It was the one of the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Afterwards, he started giving the blue flowers to all of our neighbors which made them appreciate him more. And when he placed one at my bedside table, it made me appreciate Boy more.

ORANGE: Where did you get the money to buy this? I told him while I stare in fascination at the orange  long stem rose in front of me.

You thought I cannot get you anything special for your birthday because I am a student, right? He said.

No, it’s not like that, I just didn't expect that this thing is for real. I see it in books and on Wikipedia but I never expect that you can get it somewhere here in Manila. I continued staring at the rose. Seriously, its presence was hypnotizing. I touched the petals and I can’t stop smiling. Best. Birthday. Gift. Ever.

I’m glad you liked it.

No, I don’t like it. I love it.

And, I love you. Happy Birthday.

--

The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me.

-Thomas Haynes Bayly

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Report Card 2012

Gillboard posted his Report Card for 2012. I created mine last year and when I saw that his post, I feel frightened. 2012 was really not a good year for me. It was also not bad. However, knowing all the mishaps I’ve been through this year, even though I haven’t started this grading sheet, I know I failed already.

The past is already here to haunt me. And a blogger needs to do what a blogger needs to do, so without further ado, let’s do this!

CAREER 80% (2011 – 90%)

I worked for the same company for three years. It was the longest that I’ve been through in any institutions. I should be happy, but part of me has been in the darker shade of things throughout the year. Instances happened where I just coasted along. I worked hard only for the pay and never aimed for something that will help me grow. Man, I am embarrassed.

Days transpired where I contemplated on resigning and just go back to the old industry where I came from. Negative thoughts succeeded to affect how I performed. This year, I was still the rebel in the company. And yes, I am still embarrassed with how things turned out.

SOCIAL LIFE 80% (2012 - 85%)

This year, all I wanted was to be alone. Maybe I went through a lot of stuff and I really never wanted anything, or anyone, distracting me.

Yeah, I made a lot of friends for sure, but I also lost some of them.

Believe me, it happens.

LOVE LIFE 70% (2011 - 78%)

Another year of single-blessedness. LOL.

I’d rather be alone because I don’t want anything distracting me, never expect that there may be an increase this year.

BLOG LIFE 95% (2011 - 98%)

Thank goodness to blogging, there was still something I can be proud about. I survived another year maintaining this page and joining several blog groups and blog memes. I met a lot of awesome writers, dreamers and friends who motivated me to make every post worth writing.

I appreciate every single one of them.

Compared to last year’s stats, definitely, this year was way better. I still need to work on my grammar, though. Well, what the heck?

SAVINGS 70 % (2011 - 75%)

I failed last year and this year. This trend should stop, and as I write this down, I am already planning how I can make next year better.

HEALTH 80% (2011 – 80%)

I promised that I will work on my smoking this year and it never happened. Though, I never been hospitalized, I knew that my body became weaker. The only thing that I will promise is to make sure that this section will improve next year

AVERAGE 79.16 %


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I failed big time this year. Now, the only thing that I am thankful for is the strength this activity gave me in acknowledging how weak I became in all aspects of my entirety. There is definitely nothing to be proud of but, as always, there is something to be optimistic for.

Though 2012 was an epic failure, the year also thought me loads of lessons that motivated me to do better next year.

All I can hope now is that the world will never end on the 21st. I still have plans. The dreams are stills there for them to be realized. And no matter how embarrassing writing about it was, I won’t give up.

What is your grade for this year?

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Cheaters



How the three of us were tangled still made me grin.


The two of them were married two months before He and I met. I was 23, he was 22 and she was 33.

I worked as a QA in a call center, then.  She was a teacher. And he was on his last year on college where all of his classes started at four in the afternoon.

Our normal day was like this.

Since she and I worked on different shifts. They will leave their house at seven in the morning, while I was on my way home. Our houses were blocks away. He will wait for me at the same waiting shed where she left him.

Then, we will go to their house. We will eat together at the same table where he will lie to her that he doesn’t want to have breakfast. Then, he will let me sleep at their bed. At three PM, I will accompany him to school. After his class (around eight PM), he will drop by our house, I will go to work while he waited for her at the same spot I left him

He was nice. Every time I woke up, he will get me a glass of water, and then he will tell me to sleep again. In moments where I used to have difficulty in sleeping, he will lie down beside me, hugged me, and then sung a lousy version of my favorite song. It was Everywhere I Go by Katherine Mcphee. If she had part time job on Saturday, he and I will go to the market, and then we will cook pasta for our lunch making sure that there will be no leftovers so that she will never notice. Sometimes, we go to the mall, play in the arcade, and then watch a movie while our hands were locked together. We just enjoyed ourselves. The two of us spent each day laughing at how she nagged at him and her silly antics. We will walk the streets of Sta Mesa without even thinking where we will go. We will try all the street foods at Teresa and compare which one taste best knowing that they all stay the same. That was how corny we turned out to be.

 Hence, like any other complicated relationships, what we had never last. Being happy was never enough. While we were sitting at PUP’s lagoon, we realized how worst we became. He started lying to her just to be with me. I started questioning myself if what we have was right. And the two of us made a lot of enemies starting from neighbors who loved to gossips up to my friends who kept asking me why I even let it happen.

Though we were both happy, we realized how weak we can get.

Our breakup was fast. It  happened via SMS. After a year of being in cloud nine amidst the hell that surrounded what we have, one day he just realized how much he loves her, and then I realized how stupid I became. I know it was wrong, but I still allowed it. I know he was the right one, but he was already taken. And though I’ve experienced being in a family where mistresses became a household name, I turned out to be one myself. Though it was hard to accept, I realized that it was best for both of us. Aside from there was nothing left to contemplate on, there was also nothing left to hang onto. We could continue, but if we did, we would make more mistakes, we would hurt more people, and we will just keep on hanging to the cloud that made us float. We will keep on flying until we fall into the ground so hard because we were so high above. We will continue being wrong.

On his breakup text, he said, sana mas maaga kang dumating, para hindi ako sa kanya, at habambuhay akong magiging sa iyo (I wish you came earlier, so that I will never be her’s, and I will be forever yours).

I'd read the last two words as Never Yours.


8: Tracy Chapman's Never Yours

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