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"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
Bookworm Takeaway: The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris
How do I begin expressing my thoughts about this book? Well, if I were to choose a definite word to exactly and collectively convey my thoughts about this book: it would be moving.
Wow. I must say, never judge a book by its cover. In contrary to the book cover that kind of speaks dull, the story the covers bonded was profoundly moving, heartwarming. You may want to state all the possible describing words that would imply how invested I was while reading this.
Back story. Ever since the senior high requirement on Adolf Hitler, his life and regime have been an interest to me. I immensely stumble on novels related to world wars, Nazism, Holocaust, Jews, concentration camps etc. Why am I too fascinated? Well, I haven’t had the mentality to reorganize my thoughts. Do I support the cruelty? Oh, assuringly not. I think it’s something dissimilar from that former claim. I will have to have myself into a thorough reflection on this and perhaps write about it.
Jumping back to the novel, allow me to cite a short background.
Brief Background:
Lale was born into a well-off family. He was pretty much doing fine, living his life when a notice from the government arrived in their household. Expectedly, the Nazi Party is asking all households to surrender a family member to work for the Germans. It was his brother who initially volunteered. But Lale was kind and loving for he did not want his brother to leave his family. He did what he needed to do. Days later, he was rendering his farewells to his parents — her mom trying to chase the moving train while his father trying to hold back tears. After a terrible journey with a colossal number of men inside a boxed carriage, Lale and the rest arrived in Auschwitz, one of Nazi’s concentration camps. Well, what else could have happened to a prisoner surrounded by SS soldiers which shooting prisoners were nothing for them but a quick solution to a petty aggregation or plain annoyance of the prisoners’ sight? Mind you, that lone concentration camp had crematoriums for cadaver disposal as if like they were just mere sand from a neglected beach. Lale was formerly treated cruelly but he kept his mentality strong, trying to avoid the calls of immediate senseless death. Though the winds have changed when odds were on him. He met kind men who lifted him from sorrow. He soon became the tattooist of the camp. The tattooist was the designated person who marked incoming prisoners with the number because once people entered that hellhole, they were removed of names and identities. Once inside, they were prisoners who would work nonstop for the Dictator. Lale only got one goal and that is to put an end to his suffering and healthily return home. Though, cupid must have passed by that sad camp when Lale momentarily fell in love with a fellow prisoner, Gita. It was love at first sight for Lale as he was sticking ink on Gita’s left arm with the number 34902. The story went on with how Lale built an agreement with outside workers to bring him goods like chocolates and sausages in exchange for diamonds and high-valued pieces of jewelry Lale managed to bribe out from one of Gita’s block mates. Lale was faced with many struggles, underwent numerous bribes, just to be with Gita usually every Sunday at the back of the Administration's building where Gita works. Unfortunate events then happened when Lale was found with the smuggled pieces of jewelry with this he was transferred and brutally treated by SS soldiers. Not long, rumors and hearsays were going around, implying that Russians were about to liberate the camps. Then came the night when it happened, Gita and Lale were separated. Gita was transferred to who knows where, but Lale, given that he spoke around 5 languages fluently, he was assigned in a work in the Russian headquarters. This short-lived job of his came along with the luxury of obtaining good sleep, a good bath, good clothes. One day, perhaps his luckiest day, he managed to escape and finally return home with a pocketful of pieces of jewelry. Lale then used his energy to find Gita, who apparently had come home as well. Fast track to colorful years of their lives, they were able to raise a child and a business. Though, of course, challenges somehow found its way to cause trouble, the strong couple got through with it as if they didn’t experience the worst.
This novel simply tells us that once a person is built with courage and love, nothing is impossible. I admire Lale’s determination throughout the story. I know I can’t romanticize the experiences of those affected by the regime, those who have lost loved ones, and those whose lives were hastily deprived of. When I finished the story, I wished that I will have Lale’s determination and strength. My struggles will never in any sense be equal to his. But I hope that in any circumstance I find myself in, I can find my way out smartly and bravely.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐/5 everyone! A MUST READ.
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You're the kind of person I wanna be with when I want to be alone.
— Eleanor & Park
Bookworm Takeaway: Yes, No, Maybe So by Becky Albertalli and Aisha Saeed
Political activism, fighting for one’s human rights, standing up on religion and faith, gaining a friend, losing one, falling in love, forgiving, and healing. All in one summer.
Brief Background:
Maya, who is crawling blindly unknown about her parents’ status, meets again after a long time her childhood friend named Jamie. It was during the heat of their state’s special election when they became closer as they knock on doors — canvassing to vote for Rossum. These two young adults stayed side by side with each other through their personal lives’ ups and downs. Jamie, who implicitly has a crush on Maya, is literally present for his dearest friend during the collapse of her friendship. they too became the backbone of courage when they spoke to a republican political agent against a house bill which denounces the traditions and culture of the Muslim community in wearing hijab. Of course, they gaslighted the sacred tradition by saying that passing the bill is a seen avenue to give way for transparency and protection for everyone. Along with the many adventures they had that summer, Jamie confessed his love for Maya during his sister’s bat mitzvah. However, things maneuvered to another road resulting in more so complicated between the two. Religion surfaces, parents’ opinions surfaces. It was heartbreaking, for a moment. But love finds ways, yes? That is what these loving characters did. Yes, always yes.
I’m glad to have read this in the midst of political chaos during a pandemic. You’ll fall in love with Jamie and Maya’s passion and bravery. Their hearts are out in the story.
It’s a light and a great read. Totally ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐.
Bookworm Takeaway: Hello, Sunshine by Leila Howland
The world is one’s oyster.
Familiar? Well, that famous “life” quotation was not really written in the book “Hello, Sunshine” by Leila Howland. However, it is practically embedded throughout the story, telling the readers the great possibility of claiming one’s dreams.
Brief background:
Becca Harrington got rejected in all college applications she applied to. While everyone she knows from her highschool commenced in college life, including her ex-boyfriend Alex who insensitively broke up with after a wonderful night together, Becca decided to dive into pursuing her heart’s desire of becoming an actress. Heartbroken and alone, Becca built her life inside a small loft in LA — where Hollywood Hills is just around the corner and many aspiring artists take leaps of faith every day. Becca, as seemingly charming and enthusiastic as she is, made good friends — Marisol and Raj. These two helped Becca fulfill her dreams, mostly as a backbone, a sturdy support system picks Becca up in times of lows. Raj, a gorgeous screenplay writer and a helpful neighbor to Becca, made her fall in love in very perfect timing. In the end, Becca is living her life, surviving through highs and lows, in the colorfully bright LA.
Okay. I love this novel so much because it is a light-read genre that smoothens the wrinkles of these hard, challenging times of a world pandemic. It’s cute as it speaks about the reality of life. Imagine starting a new life alone in a rich expensive city. This book tells us that dreams do come to reality, not by destiny, but by the everyday choice we decide upon to. It wouldn’t be accomplished quickly as dreams are not picked up along the empty, random streets. Dreams are heard-earned and products of an ultimate dedication to hard work.
Dream big, people! The world is ours to take!
(photo from goodreads.com)
I firmly believe that airing one's opinions about our country's current situation is of voicing out observations that might shaken the shit out of those close-minded citizens of this nation.
Bookworm Takeaway: Hello, Sunshine by Leila Howland
The world is one’s oyster.
Familiar? Well, that famous “life” quotation was not really written in the book “Hello, Sunshine” by Leila Howland. However, it is practically embedded throughout the story, telling the readers the great possibility of claiming one’s dreams.
Brief background:
Becca Harrington got rejected in all college applications she applied to. While everyone she knows from her highschool commenced in college life, including her ex-boyfriend Alex who insensitively broke up with after a wonderful night together, Becca decided to dive into pursuing her heart’s desire of becoming an actress. Heartbroken and alone, Becca built her life inside a small loft in LA — where Hollywood Hills is just around the corner and many aspiring artists take leaps of faith every day. Becca, as seemingly charming and enthusiastic as she is, made good friends — Marisol and Raj. These two helped Becca fulfill her dreams, mostly as a backbone, a sturdy support system picks Becca up in times of lows. Raj, a gorgeous screenplay writer and a helpful neighbor to Becca, made her fall in love in very perfect timing. In the end, Becca is living her life, surviving through highs and lows, in the colorfully bright LA.
Okay. I love this novel so much because it is a light-read genre that smoothens the wrinkles of these hard, challenging times of a world pandemic. It’s cute as it speaks about the reality of life. Imagine starting a new life alone in a rich expensive city. This book tells us that dreams do come to reality, not by destiny, but by the everyday choice we decide upon to. It wouldn’t be accomplished quickly as dreams are not picked up along the empty, random streets. Dreams are heard-earned and products of an ultimate dedication to hard work.
Dream big, people! The world is ours to take!
(photo from goodreads.com)
Almost Three Weeks? Terrible State.
Is it possible to feel exhausted when in fact there isn’t any “exhausting” activity I did for weeks? This Luzon lockdown has been going on for closed two weeks already and honestly, it has been nothing but monotone. I’m glad I had the energy to write down my thoughts.
My anxiety and worries are exploding like fireworks because of this country’s current state. People are angry with this government. I am not sure if angry is the right word, honestly. It seems like a shallow term that is widely used to reiterate a child’s emotion. But this reality, this reality of the Filipino people literally begging for food to eat during this health pandemic is too much to take. Local Government Units are never too quick to respond (except to some totally admirable mayors who act tirelessly to help and make this lockdown a little less burdensome). But for most LGUs, when they give, they give little. I mean, we have funds, right? People pay a huge amount of taxes and all we receive is food supply insufficient for the whole family to survive a pandemic. And oh, a lockdown. A police and military-based lockdown. In some streets where the poorest families live, one would sight officials who carelessly harass people, telling them they “violate” rules. They just want food! They just want food to feed their children. They want to survive life! If only they can work at this time, breadwinners would have already taken the step to feed themselves. I’m sure they wouldn't depend on this government’s incompetence to fill in their hungry tummies. But this pandemic is too huge, too massive to risk one’s life. The only support they hope is from this government. Unfortunately, this current government is a piece of trash. Seriously, is this government still fighting a health pandemic? Seems like government officials are treating this pandemic only as a side dish when for them, the main course is full-implementation of martial-forced law.
Just a few minutes ago, the head of this government addressed the nation. For everyone’s information, this nation address was unannounced, and he basically verbalized a very terrible and insensitive speech. A very anti-poor speech. Instead of actually reporting the progress in terms of health care, food, relief, his efforts when he acquired Emergency Powers, etc, he blatantly threatened the people, the poor families, that when they provoke a riot or withstand the military forces (again, this is not a need), he will (verbatim) “Shoot them dead”. What a public leader! I mean, for god’s sake, do these poor, helpless people, even deserve this cruel treatment? Expressing this for a stronger and louder emphasis, for this sick government's head leader, I know there’s close to zero possibility that you’d see this, but, here it goes —
THE NATION’S PEOPLE, WHO BY THE WAY SAT YOU DOWN IN THAT ONE HELL OF A POWERFUL POSITION, JUST NEED FOOD TO EAT. REACH OUT TO THEM. DO YOUR JOB AND BE PRESENT TO HELP RATHER THAN TO THREATEN THEM WITH BULLETS. WE DO NOT NEED YOUR SUGARCOATED WORDS. STOP PROTECTING YOUR ALLIES AND FUCKING HELP THE NEEDY.
I feel extremely anxious about the current state of this country. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. I am clueless about what’s going to occur. People are dying, renowned doctors are dying, front liners are risking their lives. Bless them, heavens!
At these challenging times, my heart goes to the poorest families, the neediest, the helpless. I promise to find more ways to reach out and help. I pray that you have the most angels to help you through this all.
D
Late Night Wonders
This post at 3:24 may either be the quarantine talking or my identity crisis. I have so much time in hand, no urgent things to work on, just plain thoughts running through my mind the past few days.
Considering that this implemented quarantine has restrictions to be abided, I have honestly been too exposed to social media platforms. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook. I have been posting my thoughts out given that I am clearly in need of a person whom I can discuss various issues with. Of all the things I want to verge out, what struck me most is my wondering on this question : “What would’ve I become if I tried out studying in UP?” Am I braver? Am I an unflappable woman full of confidence? A meek person who unintentionally dominates the crowd? Would I’ve become an undoubtful, adamant version of myself, strongly standing up on beliefs?
I understand that everything happened and is happening for a reason. I mean, I am presently taking up my graduate course in UP and definitely, the world is my oyster as I can dive into more graduate courses as I want in the future.
I just can’t help but wonder how I’d turn into if UP was the institution that molded me to become the woman I was supposed to be.
D
Quarantine: Day 10
In the continuous crawl to the day when all of this is over, I am constantly finding more and more ways to stay sane.
Before anything else, I want to write about the dream I had last night. I was in ICA, busting myself on work deadlines (my usual, actually). I came across Ms. Tan, whose birthday we celebrate today, greeted her with the most genuine smile I’ve got. And finally, probably the best of all, I was caught effortlessly laughing with my thirty-six precious little girls. This is by far the most beautiful dream I had for the time being. Today should have been our Culminating Activity. Our last day with the girls. I should have been writing about how deeply proud I am of them, for getting through ten months while claiming success from each expectation laid down on them. BUT. Luckily, this pandemic does not stop the school administration from agreeing to pushing through the Culminating Activity. On June 13 (hopefully), we will celebrate the postponed program. Same plans. Same speakers. Same joy. There would be a necessity for practice days as they definitely have forgotten the steps. This is an easy problem to solve! Also, I wonder if my kids have grown over summer and their costumes are too tight. I guess I’ll see for myself come June. I hope this crisis has come to an end by then.
Anyway. Going back to reality, which is now. I survive every single, dragging day by looking for something productive to do. As a teacher by profession, I am aware that each of my days should be followed by a series of routines in order to get by. I wake up unusually late, make myself some good coffee, eat something light (in prep for lunch), take a bath, work on what’s planned for the day (which was plotted the previous day), take a long nap, eat supper, have a good long shower, write or doodle, whichever, watch series or anything that suits my mood, go to bed, read an ebook from the pool of ebooks I frantically hoard every time, and finally, fall sleep.
Above all these, I try to be as positive as I can be despite all the news circulating. I mean, social media just gets toxic. I understand the critiques. I am one of those who criticize and continuously bash people who unfairly run the nation. But it came to a point that opening a social media platform would just bring more bad news. Every time I open an app, I’ve to stimulate my brain to several mantras in order to digest whatever I’d read. I always have to keep in mind that this cruel crisis will come to an end, and no one will ever again painfully lose someone. Unavoidably, unforeseeable things will continue to surprise the world. In any way, every day.
Looking forward to better days.
D
such an unexplainable feeling once inside the venue. 🌈 Happy Pride, people! Always remember that love is not a terrible thing to hate. 🏳️🌈 (at Marikina Sports Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzTlO2NAkCbBogBlufW73JbKK_ZmCAoDspnLUU0/?igshid=1lk8uac5y5itc
This family!!! ❤❤❤ (at Eat Fresh Hong Kong Famous Street Food) https://www.instagram.com/p/BysXIx_Ad7yK0k5kz6g9tC9ik4Gtbu_zuoqokw0/?igshid=1i1z748zx8bph
Pre- Kindergarten, Kindergarten, Grade One Area ready to welcome SY 2019-2020 🌼 https://www.instagram.com/p/ByeYzEWAJNTrnIjLCoiVKfQPKmZtZA2aME1W3Q0/?igshid=xni87uc6yohi
These people are more than just colleagues. ❤️ Will surely miss having them around 😭 #majorsepanx (at Cintai Corito's Garden Batangas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv6O9vqnwpaaMtaFQ7fNEaAuwGYK1_tLaSpVCQ0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15rm75g8dtfzf