Looking For Alaska – An Unsolicited Book Review

Christmas Break! It’s that time of the year when books are to be returned to libraries in replacement of the to-be-busy festive of the upcoming holiday. As I was about to leave our university’s library, a student assistant, who coincidentally had to be my previous PE classmate, mentioned a far-fetched privilege I just had to have that day. Students have this chance to borrow up to three books for a due that was weeks after. Still stunned by the crazy, spontaneous and about-to-be-abused idea, I really did not have the time to scan around the library so I decided to push against fate to whatever it was on the counter. Lucky enough, I found myself reading the title of this black book that was on top of the “return” pile that day. Though this was not the first of what I have read of John Green’s, this was the sure first that felt close to my senses.

Looking For Alaska is not the first of its kind – I’m sure of that. But the “novel” kind of approach really did have its impact on what it sets to portray on a very heartfelt manner. Basing on the title, I sure did had a hunch on how the story will go, but again setting it on a creative and incredibly ingenious type of approach managed its way to my interest on a simple yet reflective way. The title did not really reveal much of what it really is, but I guess that made its mystery a tad more compelling.

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Not wanting to be a spoiler, but I just really want to share my deep appreciation for how John Green has managed to bring life – but not too fictitious – to the characters. It did unveil how teenagers would behave and how, given the complexity of this life, can bring them all together in an instant. I mean, how a, should I say, a “nobody” like Pudge Halters had manage to be with such an adventurous crew like that of the Colonel’s. But that’s just the simplest of it all.

The other thing I truly admire is the way that the author had managed to visualize and bring life to a character like that of Alaska Young’s. She’s smart, but yet she had her shortcomings too. She’s tough but what others does not seem to be aware about is that she just seems tough, but she could be a fur ball too deep down. And that’s the truth about life. People may act as the toughest, but then again it’s just that sometimes, there are just excuses – plausible ones – that make them act like they just not give a damn at all. Another thing that made me love Alaska Young’s character is that she most definitely broke that thin line between being a good-ass and a bad-ass for a teenager. I mean, that was a sure hit for me. A girl can be both smart and crazy and that does not (and will never) mean it’s just one out of the other.

To stop myself from further spoiling tendencies, I have gathered enough guts to give personal responses on “some intentionally vague and discussion questions” from Looking For Alaska:

Q: Is forgiveness universal? Is forgiveness readily available to all people, no matter the circumstances? Is it possible for the dead to forgive the living, and for the living to forgive the dead?

Yes. I’d have to agree that forgiveness is both universal and is readily available to all people. But I guess that it’s a case-to-case basis that would depend on some unrelated factors pre-, peri-, and post- the “forgiving” period. I agreed that forgiveness is universal because I support and believe that humans are naturally born with an innate likeness to be good and that goodness exhausts even with dark “forces” around us. But humans, as I believe, are also naturally skeptic, lessening the odds of accepting apologies from people who might or might not seek it.

For the possibility of the dead forgiving the living and the living forgiving the dead, I say it would be a yes too. Based on experience, though I cannot say that I have fully grasped the “true” –whether it’s existing or not – meaning of forgiveness, but what I can share with you is that time does help a lot with this. It helps us people lessen the hatred and seize more enlightenment, and it helps us divert our senses to other worth-while tricks that the world can offer.

Q: I would argue that both in fiction and in real life, teenage smoking is a symbolic action. What do you think it’s intended to symbolize, and what does it actually end up symbolizing? Why would anyone ever pay money in exchange for the opportunity to acquire lung cancer and/or emphysema?

I think teenage smoking symbolizes rebellion. Most of the time, I think teenagers who smoke or who are interested in smoking have this view that the world will respect and consider them as adults if they do what the adults are doing too. Maybe it brings them confidence, not just with how the world would see them if they are considered “smoking” but maybe just mere confidence that they can do whatever it is to do just because they can lit one up. And to answer the last question, I just think they ignore it. You know, to make them look like someone who doesn’t give a shiz. Besides, a vice is still a vice no matter how expensive or deadly it is. When someone is indulged in the thinking that their “habit” is something that they cannot live without, it’s just them and their world. No matter how hard people try to get them out of their sinkhole, it’s just them and their “habit.”

So, top this post a cherry of unsolicited advice, Looking For Alaska is a book to recommend. Its twists has its creative way of putting the reader on the edge of their seats, though this book didn’t use profound euphemisms or whatsoever glittery-pompoms, its turn of events are something to watch or read for.  Most certainly an 8 out of ten.

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Bitch, PLEASE.

The bitchy talks, the jealous stare. Funniest part? YOU THINK I CARE

I still remember how it felt like, to be inferior and invisible, being afraid of locking into your own world, befriending your own confidence because it’s the only thing left and imposing fake toughness because it’s the only choice you have.

I know, it was not cool being alone. But it made me realize that it was way “COOLER” than being a phantom, always trying to hide your abandonment by the moving crowd.

Before moving in to Pampanga, I have brought and prepared a lot of “things” that I thought I will need. These included a lot of courage, attitude and power. And no, they are not the ones you see on TV but these are the ones I have been trained for when I was still a froshie (or I think I have been trained for at some particular sense). It never came to me that diverting my breadth would also affect the way I look at things. I admit, my past life will always be something I am not delighted to share with the whole world but I guess it just made me a whole lot better and I will forever be grateful for that. As shabby as it would sound but it really had an aftermath pertaining to how I positively perceive the world today. It took me a lot of time and a whole lot of sacrifices but I guess they are all worth it. I dropped off the cynical act, the awfully discouraging vents and all those hatred in me and it felt great. Releasing negative vibes like they had not been a part of my way-of-living is something, if I may say… intoxicating.

My point? DROP THE ACT. Take it from me, I have learned it the hard way and believe me, a strong ego only encompasses certain angst and everybody would really love it if you would just STOP AND DROP THE ACT. I wrote this post not to vent, not to spread rumours and develop an antagonistic view of somebody, but I wrote this because I want to change a life. Or at least, somebody’s view of life.

Second point: THINK. Negative thinking? You hate or should I say, TWEET that you hate back-stabbers but look at what you are doing now. Those craps will just ruin your day. I mean, aren’t they already ruined? You’re already pissed even without someone annoying you. You’re already annoyed by your own thoughts. Nobody even asked for your point, though it’s much healthier if you did vent it into something more dynamic (Like the one you did and yes. DYNAMIC. Google it. LOLJK). Besides, it will definitely push through in your aura and that is something nobody wants. I just wish you’re aware with what you’re saying. I have been there and I have done that. I think that should give me the just to compare things more clearly.

Proud to say but I have recovered from being “that f*cking bitch” who everyone hates to “that funny bitch” that everyone knows. Maybe there are just some rough circumstances that you SHOULD REALLY GO THROUGH. It’s not nice while I was on the process but look where it lead me? Not that great, yeah, but at least I’m over that player-hater attitude I had, only years ago.

Should I say more? I guess I will just leave the rest to your imagination and let you do a little thinking for yourself.

The day Mister Sun ditched me…

As I have witnessed heavy rain pouring for more than 24 hours now, it took me a lot of time and a whole lot of guts to start a new scheme…

This coldness leads to nowhere, I thought. I guess today is just as unproductive as a day without Mister Sun. Oh jeez, who am I even kidding? Mister Sun didn’t even showed up today. People here and there are already on alert level for tomorrow is never promised. All we have now is courage, boldness and faith. But throughout all these happenings and such, why am I even bothering to have some of your attention? At least, a little of your attention. This is not me. This is not what I’m supposed to be. I’m doing things I never thought of doing. I’m changing the way I am just because I don’t want to be pitiful for what I’m craving for. I hate this. I thought you were an inspiration, but what have I done? And what have you done? All you ever did was to be my distraction. My chest beats like it’s ready to burst out all the emotions I’ve been trying to hide all these times and I don’t want that to happen. I’m afraid of being humiliated of something I know I’ll be the one who’ll start. It hurts to be aware that I have no right to drag you closer to me and what hurts me more is that I know you would just depart if I did. Or, I’m thinking you would.

All I ever did was to face all the hardships that I thought will lead me to my goal. But then again, another “you” came along my way and left an abstract that wouldn’t even seem to have its pieces. Just so you know, this is just so hard for me. I can’t even complain because I know no one will believe me. And no one will even believe I fell for someone like… I’ve said too much.

A new scheme. I’ve done this before. And I’m good at it. What scares me now is the fact that maybe there isn’t really something to fight for. So please, prove me wrong.

 

TGIF!

Today is just a big day for everyone… it’s the last day of the week, last day of our preliminary exams, last day for some of the deadlines imposed and some, that are about to party their last day of being single.

If you have been an avid reader of mine for the last few releases, you will surely have inklings on what I am going to share with you today. One of the closest friends I ever had is going to get married today! Though I knew her just for these several months, I already treated her as one of my sisters. A sister from a different mother. One of the friends who appreciated everything I am and everything that I am not.Although people see us as salt and pepper (who the hell knows which is salt and which pepper is), we are aware that we both harmonized. I never knew someone who is as sympathetic as her. Though my bestfriends are sweet and all, we were never sappy with our feelings. And just as fate lead us closer together; we will still have each other’s back for anything that challenges our way.

In just a few hours, our “Carissa Domingo” will be “Carissa Domingo-Pineda”. I am utterly thrilled to see and to be present in one of my companions’ wedding ceremony. Tears and laughter are surely bound to be seen and heard later for Issa.

For whatever it is to arrive, we all know that everything will always have to be according to His will. We should just be grateful, optimistic and affectionate with everything that leads our way.

I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it!

So long, farewell!

Glittery-pompoms.

“I’m feeling sexy and free, like glitters’ raining on me”

Have you ever had that day when you just felt so… pretty? Well, I know I do. And today is that day! I just don’t know what glitters shed on me this morning that I just feel so motivated and blooming. I received loads of compliments about it, seen people around me happy for my positive aura. That fume of good vibes that I share with other people, most especially my friends and a lot of things I just want to share to the whole world.

No doubts about me, being all these energetic and optimistic, but I really, like, really want you to know that this is just all so new to me. Given the fact that I have been in actuality a real cranky-bossy lately with all those rants and negative-thinking, today is such a real treat. Well, I just hope that this lively air of whimsical thoughts would last for a long time. Oh well, as the saying goes “…it’s all in the mind.”

This is also why I’m blogging at this very minute. I wanted to share insights and thoughts that I think, would make up a day of somebody. Or who knows maybe of everybody. And oh, aside from being happy and giddy right at this moment, I also wanted to be a bit productive for this day. A page to read, a lesson to review or maybe a session to do some advanced reading are some of the agendas on the list today. I would really want to get use to this, happy yet productive, busy yet delightful to have things done.

Sad to say but your dearest blogger has to go now. It’s time to make my plans in to real-time actions. Turn your days into happy and extravagant ones. Let’s get more productive!

Adieus!