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Point. 🎯

Norwegian Wood #AMCreads 📚📖📚 • • • I started reading this book a week ago in a hospital. I was with my parents for my mother’s check up. While they were eating, I soaked myself into the pages. I continued reading this day after day. While I was in-transit to office and way back home. While I was in a van, in a train or in a bus, this was my sweet companion. • Plot is very straightforward. Story is unfiltered so does each character. • It conditioned me to a calm reader in a page but on the next page *chapter 11 to be specific*... it left me in total shock. Haruki gave me satisfaction on how he vividly described the environment; enough for me to feel that I travelled to parts of 🇯🇵 in a week but in reality, I was just crossing several cities that EDSA is covering — from QC to Taguig. I hate that he used illness that attacked NOT the physical body of the characters. I hate him so much how he ruined the ending! How heartless he was to his reader, specially me! I really hate him when he navigated the story between Reiko and Toru to something I cannot fathom. *sayang naman story nila :( • I must commend him though on how he introduced the characters and jumped straight to how they will vanish in each page. One moment you are engross with the character and on the next line without any hesitation and a matter of seconds... haaays 💔 nvm na lang. Pero grabe siya. He made me feel that I was in a roller coaster ride in his attack. Characters •Toru is a reserved intelligent eff boy. What I like about his character was he reads a lot. His explanations behind mundane things and happenings are 💯 turn on for me! A truly “kaladkarin” friend. I want one. •Naoko is a very unselfish friend. That’s the only thing I like about her. •Reiko’s character for me is an almost perfect until her story was messed up by the author 🙄 bwiset! •Hatsumi has conviction but she is a stupid girl. An epitome of a girl who losses her brain while overusing her heart. Shunga in 21st century term. •Midori :) Above all characters, hers is my favourite. She talks with no filter. A girl who is sane enough for me although she acts and reacts insanely #oxymoron. Well, she’s really good on keeping her neurons in sync even she is investing and gambling a lot to Toru’s attention and love. She is very true to herself. No in betweens, no gray areas, she knows what she wants and not. • I like how Toru describes his feelings to Midori. I love how he admits and realises all of those unsurfaced feelings. This is by far I like about the book. #antokna #AMCwrites

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Painful.

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Companion while crossing six cities just to get to the office and back to home. Soooo, unfiltered and straightforward. Grabe. Mas walang pakundangan kaysa sa TFIOS. Whooo.

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Until December by Ann Luna

I will always write about December.

I will always wonder about that specific point time started evaporating so fast – and life became so unfair with its 24 hour/day policy. Whether it was on the sunny days and glimmering summers that rendered my mind dull, or the long melancholy days where days were slow, but were fast growing me out, somewhere along there I saw more of complications of being human. I see that nothing is slow or fast now. Everything just goes and slips by without notice, being aggressively spent and consumed, and being remembered and forgotten again, until December.

I will always greet this month with a sense of dread. December, the buzzer that always beats you at the end of the game, arriving with a distinct disturbance every time – as if waking you without a care whether you’re in action or slumber. The message is that you’re at the end once again. And the question is whether you’ve done enough.

I will always meet another year’s close with a million of sentences starting with “And just like that…” And a million of questions if it were all better having gone just like that, or could have been. Though appearing to be merely spectating through life’s daily motions, some people just find themselves lost in deeper thought than usual. For in the sense that something is ending is the discomfort you can’t not think about – an uneasiness in time passing, an agitation you unwillingly displace on your unrealized goals and dreams.

December, too soon. The thought itself reveals people’s desires to have more time to achieve the things they want, or maybe to savor and enjoy the moment still, or what remains of it. It’s easier to forget than to behold, to be caught up, to be neglectful than to be mindful. It isn’t until the tail-end of the show that we come to our senses, that we remember that we have to remember, and wake up.

Decembers are the reason we sometimes hesitate toward conclusions. But with that it gives us a reason to look back and rethink where we are, who we are, what we are becoming – an opportunity to stop and ask where time went, lest we forget all about it altogether.

“So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12

Why we find ourselves short of time is because we sometimes forget to number our days – and to number our days right. For always giving me an unwelcome kind of pressure, Decembers leave me often sentimental, sometimes upset. But more often, I am thankful.

Though Decembers may come under the guise of an ending, in the whole play I know they are rather pleasant intermissions. It’s easy to see them like they’re the cut-off point for our dreams when they’re just the cue for the next act – a farewell, yet a continuation at the same time. In their wake lay a couple of failed expectations, or mistakes that could have been prevented; but in their dawn also lies this furious kind of hope for a future where the best is yet to take place. And in that my soul will always be consoled – life will always be renewed, and many dreams will refuse to die.

Decembers make the perfect space for hope, and hope will always be something to write about.

To hoping and looking forward – until December next.

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