After a week of treatment, I’d like to speak tonight not about how I survived limping through each passing day but about one of the books I’ve read over the week that seemed to remain highly unnoticed by broad audience. I would want them to know that they’re missing a really good story over here.
The book’s named How To Say Goodbye in Robot written by Natalie Standiford, published on October 2009 by Scholastic Press.
Judging by the title, it would seem desperately languishing or, I don’t know, morbid, maybe. And I hate to break it to you, but it will be. The thing is, my anticipation is high on romance and stuff when it comes to my outlook of its summary but it isn’t what you can call a romance-themed novel as much as I hate those things. It’s a love story, though. An undeterred love despite the hurricanes that threatened to relinquish it. It’s an unbreakable bond between a boy and his dead, autistic brother. And a solid bond between a girl and a boy who lost his twin. I bet it’s confusing, the way I put it. But if you want to understand, this’ll serve as a page-turner once you decided to read it. It’s a good book. Probably one of the best I’ve read.
I’ll keep this one short. I find it severely difficult to explain how this book got my mind brimming with its fine outline without any spoilers on the run. But trust me when I tell you that though it might’ve not ended the way I expected it to, it would still manage to reach your heart, touch it and, like what most of books do, fill it with this unnamed feeling wherein it feels like you’ve just lost this part of you and you know it’ll never come back and you can do nothing about it but feel ignored and abandoned and all at the same time, incomplete and mangled and torn. It doesn’t have to be a spoiler, you’ll know it from the start. And I have no other way to put it but this:
It was such a good book.
Students who still have a lot ahead of them. Students like me, who still have dreams, goals, and students who still aim for achievements. But because of this tragedy, it all faded away.
I bow and salute to the brave students who saved the lives of others and sacrificed themselves. They are heroes. They are people who deserves a lot better than awards. They deserve to be in Heaven, a place full of happiness and there will be no more sufferings. I also pray for the lives of the family and the people involved in this accident and specially the souls of these heroes.
I hope that the students who were saved by these mighty students will live their lives to the fullest, achieve their dreams and goals and love their family more. I also wish that they will live being inspired by the heroes who saved their lives. Please do so.
And for the captain, my middle finger salutes you. Live well. In guilt. Thank you.
April 13, 2014
I just got in a vehicle-but-not-necessarily-a-car accident wherein we were driving around the whole Don Antonio Heights Village. Me and my sister are sitting on the luggage container thingy on the rear of the ATV and our 11-year-old cousin is driving (even though I am not sure if an ATV can actually carry three teenagers). The dumbest thing is, what I only got to steady myself is with my left hand so chances of falling and breaking every bone in my body as I’m being crushed are pleasingly plump and would likely to happen any second. So yeah, that’s what happened. It hasn’t been a 30-second drive if I was the driver when my cousin suddenly swerve a little to the right while I’m on the verge of the vehicle. Unfortunately so, the timing is so accurately right that I forgot to hold on (what a moron) on the vehicle. The road was steep and pebbly. So the anticipated result would not be broken bones or cracked skull but crazily huge, open wounds where you can actually sneak a little peek on the bone! It’s crazy, really, and at the same time, very gore.
It happened, like, late in the afternoon, when all people are watching Pacman’s fight so yeah, there aren’t any people around except two kids and their mom, plus I think there’s also a tricycle driver in the corner. They’re all “omygod, the kid!” And the worst thing is, I got wheeled over. Haha! Sounds painful, right? Well, it really is. They were, like, one mile ahead when they noticed me all sprawled up in the rocky road, bleeding and hurt and all. My left arm got ran over so it’s all throbbing right now. I got a huge open (as in open!) wound on my left knee, another smaller one on my right elbow, a badly scraped left foot and a right hand that got rocked, as in when I looked at it, there are these little rocks stuck in the skin and they were all bleeding. I also got a lightly scraped back and wrist and another one in the stomach. (Thank God, left hand and face got spared!)
When it happened, I just laughed at myself for being so empty-minded that time that even holding on became a very difficult thing to do. My sister and my cousin laughed at me and we’re all giddy and fun. Then I stood up and thought, “Omyglob I ‘m still alive! Not even a scratch!” Then I ran over to them and sat once again in the same position (though this time, my knuckles are all white due to how tightly I held onto the rear and my cousin’s driving more smoothly. Traumatized, I think haha). Then a sharp, stinging pain made its way from my wounds to my brain! Especially the biggest one on my knee and when I touched it, my hand got all wet with blood. And my sister was like, “Oh gosh! Hurry!” And I had to endure this whole stinging pain for, like, an eight-minute drive or less. Another worst thing is, humps are everywhere on the road! And I have to steady myself while my whole body is overwhelmed with great pain. I even have to squeeze my wounded right hand on the rear even though it’s bleeding and all.
When I got home, both my parents got furious and I went up and wash. It’s feels good to have it washed but then, my dad put hydrogen peroxide afterwards and I can feel my eyes watering. It’s like a literal stab in the head! So I just focused my mind on the TV where Pacman’s fight is still on. And yeah, it’s good.
I’m quite okay now. It’s still stinging but it’s also bearable. I can do this. The Divergent trilogy inspires me, haha. Or sometimes, I’ll just think about if this is very painful, then how painful would be if I was shot? Or the people who got shot, anyway. So, yeah, that always strengthens me.
P.S. I don’t think I learned my lesson… I will still love to ride the ATV when I’m all healed! Hahaha!
If all the suns but ours collapsed tonight, how many lifetimes would it take us to realize we were alone? I had always known the sky was full of mysteries — but not until now had I realized how full of them the earth was. - Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children