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Books for corny people
Monday, April 29, 2013, 7:46:00 AM
       I love literary books but ever since I started college, I never had a chance to read such things. Though my habit of buying novels whenever I go to a bookstore is still a habit. So this summer I started downloading e-books and I tried reading all the bunch of books I bought but never read. In music, people call it as song playlist... In this blog, I will call this as my book readlist. Okay corny. Mehehe. Here you go:

  • Fifty Shades Trilogy by E. L. James

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Most people I know who read this trilogy say, "Parang porn na may story." In some points, that is, undoubtedly, true. I actually tried reading this earlier this year but E. L. James pictures the scenes in this novel vividly, and yes, I was taken aback so I had to stop reading when I've reached the first erotic part. Haha. But summer is boring and my classmates really recommend the book because they have fallen deeply in love with Christian Grey, the protagonist with the fifty shades of fuckedupness. 

  • The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
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Drugs, rock and roll. There's a film adaptation of the book, you can watch it if you're too lazy to read. 
(But you see, the book is always better than the film. Always!)
  • Looking for Alaska by John Green
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Unrequited love, hopelessness and hope. I wish I am as badass as the Colonel and his gang so that I, too, can execute a well-planned prank! Hihi.
       

  • For One More Day by Mitch Albom
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Mother and son. Huhu. 
"When someone is in your heart, they're never truly gone. They can come back to you, even 
at unlikely times."

  • The Fault in Our Stars by John Green
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Cancer, love and death. This fiction shows how the universe can take a whole 360-degree turn when you least expect it. And that love knows no boundaries when it is most pure. Charaught! Haha


BONUS:

  • Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins

(http://www.myhungergames.com/)

This is the trilogy I read last summer and I must say, it's not your typical kind of plot. If you know the film Battle Royale, then it's pretty much like that but with epic twists and certainly has a more compelling love story. The story is madness all by itself and pure badass (that's why it's my favorite hahaha).

  •  Without Seeing the Dawn by Stevan Javellana
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My Philippine Literature prof assigned this book to me and my partner for our final paper. I actually thought this novel is lame but as I read through, this book proved me wrong. No wonder it was a best seller in U.S.A back in the days; it was featured in New York Times. A classic book that will take you through time and space, everything in between is defined in love, betrayal and sacrifice. Eto lang ang favorite Filipino novel ko. Swear!

     Sorry I got too lazy to write something about the other books but I promise: there won't be any regrets reading them. Most of which are about love and being hopeless in life and being a badass (haha). But still, these books are worth reading!







Wallflower Gone Wild
, 6:14:00 AM
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       Who would have thought? 
       It's still a big blur how everything happened. Crazy you say, but I never imagined myself standing in front of a wild crowd. All eyes watching, seeing, witnessing, judging and yes, undoubtedly and surely... Criticizing. If it weren't for the department, if I weren't obliged, if in the first place I declined, if I had a choice (which of course I don't), I would never do that. But what is done is done. And I guess all odds were in my favor that very day. Lucky me.

 Pros and cons
       It's been one hell of a roller coaster ride. I love roller coasters but I don't like hell.
  • Roller coasters: new friends, learned new stuffs, I get to be validly excused from classes I didn't want to attend and a one-time bigtime allowance for the expenses from the Chem Eng'g dept. 
  • Hell: workshops, photo shoots, practices on weekends and free days, promised free food but there's none, bossy pants and that someone who called us "stupid".

 Launching:
       Yuck sumayaw kami sa harap ng eng'g building. Nakakahiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
From my sister's phone
Pre-:
       I surrender, I really don't have any talent. And there are only two things I can consider as such: my dancing and my singing skillzzzz. Take note: skilzzzzz not skills. The original plan was a solo act: playing the piano while singing. And then it hit me, I will only humiliate myself. I am only good at singing if I'm all alone in the house and inside the shower... No good elsewhere. Had I done that, all my cells might not want to live inside my body anymore.

       So the second option  is dancing (well it's really not an option because there's nothing left to offer on the table). Good thing my partner knows how to dance, he saved me. And thanks to Kuya Jowen, our choreographer, who patiently understood the condition of my feet as both being left. In Tagalog: Salamat kay kuya Jowen na nagtiyaga sa kalagayan ng parehas kong kaliwang paa. Hahaha. Because I am shameless and you wanted to read my blog, here's the video: youtube.com lolololol nakakahiya. Hahaha!

       There was a casual interview which didn't end well. Our dean made all the questions and everything was the total definite opposite of the word casual. I thought the questions would be like,  "What is love?", "Para kanino ka bumabangon?", "Should you give up or should you just keep on chasing pavements?" But nooooooooo. Almost everything was technical; the topics I remembered: Hacking: The Art of Exploitation, Uplifting the Filipino Pride blablablablabla. Nakalimutan ko na, ayoko na maalala. Nakaka-nosebleed. Huhu

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Another humiliating day:
       First day of Eng'g week and we had to convince the Eng'g people why we deserve their votes.
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Butchering day:
       I only had two hours of sleep that day. I went to Para Thrilla in Manila (Paramore concert that certainly needs another blog post ughh) the night before and got home pretty late that's why I didn't have anymore hours left to spare some sleep. Well, in cases like these, anxiety and nervousness always eat you up and sleeping will be as impossible as licking your elbow with your tongue, believe me.

       I don't always freak out whenever the plan goes wrong. I am a person who stays cool, calm and collected even if the earth beneath my feet is splitting into two and slowly swallows me up. But this day was the exception. The thing was supposed to start at 5pm and my handler was still nowhere to be found. The person had all the things I needed to survive the butchering night: my gowns, my theme wear, makeup, hairstylist... everything. The organizers moved the program to 6:30pm because the preceding program held at the same auditorium isn't finished yet.

       That was a good thing but BUT BUT BUT 6:00pm, he still hasn't arrived. I was freaking out. Everyone I know tried to calm me down but I have no idea where all the water flowing out of my eyes comes from. (Do you know that feeling... that even when you tried to stop there are still two downstream current of waterfalls flowing on your face.) He arrived 20 freaking minutes before the program, he had to rush everything, head-to-toe. Okay, here you go:
Best classmates eveerrrr

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Mr and Ms Photogenic. Weh? 
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       The question was the same for all the 5 finalists: something about Washington Accord (google it). It was real shit madness, very difficult in every level.

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My awesome partner, 1st runner-up!

Batchmates!

       They called my department and I was crowned. I thought I was hopeless. But you know, God works in ways you can't even imagine. Blessed and lucky: two contradicting words in terms of faith but I believe, I am both ;-)



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