At a very young age, we were subjected to believe that love is a thing that everyone has a privilege to have. For girls, we were read fairytales and the image of a perfect prince riding on a white horse is imprinted on our minds. We were forced to believe that someday soon, our prince, too, will come. This prince will sweep us off our feet and take us away to his castle, to live that ever cherished happy ever after—a basic childhood fantasy. And so for a while, we hope and wait, believing that all of us have their destined person and that he exists as our soul mates, our missing half.
For boys, as a child, they used to live in a pretend world of strong and might superheroes and powerful kings, with the thought of being the one to protect people and save damsels-in-distress. They are exposed to playing roles of dominance and glory. To some, prestige and honor becomes higher up in their priorities than a life of commitment, passion and love. Some other would believe that girls are just trophies for all the wars they have won. Some would grow into men who would treat girls like weaklings, trying to do everything on their own. And to a select few, girls would be like precious gems, very laborious to even reach. Nevertheless, there would always be a pre-existing notion of what love is supposed to be.
And then we grow up, we live our lives and for the first time, uncover pieces of the truth. With each year, we unmask the harsh reality that sometimes, love isn’t available for all. Yes, there lucky ones who find their persons and live their childhood fairytales together.But for others, true love became absurd, an impossible thing to come by. We find ourselves in destructive relationships that make our past faith in the love to crumble into dust. Some find themselves completely alone, all hopes of a prince to come thrown away into nothingness. So I guess what I am trying to say here is that expectations, no matter how little they are, would always render us pained and hopeless when a contradicting reality sets in.
November 30, Friday, 8:14 p.m.
Today is a no-classes day since it’s Bonifacio Day (a holiday to pay tribute to one of our national heroes). And guess what I’ve been doing? If you answered any thing other than reading, clearly, you’re new here or you don’t really pay attention. Actually, I am making out with this book, kind of. Haha. Kidding!
I actually have a quiz tomorrow in Pedia and a report I have to finish, but that’s what late nights are for. Haha. Instead, I am cuddled up in my bed, reading Jodi Picoult & Samantha van Leer’s Between The Lines almost all day. Yeah, same old, same old. The fact that I am alone in my dorm because my roommate left for their group meeting made it so much better. I really love the peace and quiet whenever I’m reading, I mean, who doesn’t? And so, here’s a little something about the book:
Delilah is a bookworm, and like any other person who loves reading, she is some sort of an outcast. She hates school as much as she love her fictional worlds. A book from the library she happened to find is currently stealing her whole attention. It would have been easy if it was yet another fantasy or romance book fit for her age. But instead, she is hooked and addicted with a children’s fairy tale, complete with a prince and all that. Of course, it’s a typical happily-ever-after story, which she always wished to experience. But what if the book isn’t what it is and that the fictional character she adored the most is actually real? What if the prince in the story is trapped in a happy-ever-after he does not wish for himself?
Well, isn’t that just what every one of us bookworms dream of? For our beloved fictional characters to come to life and live in the real world. That’s what got me into buying this and reading it. I am halfway through and I am really enjoying it, though the fairy tale part of the book is the typical childhood story, nothing new.
Come Back When You Can - Barcelona
You’re so far from everything you know
Your big dream is crashing
Down and out your door
Wake up and dream once more..
Starlight - Muse
Far away
This ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die..
Stranger - Chris August
Been waiting just to see you
To tell you I dreamed you
Now I found you, so call off the search
‘Cause I found my stranger..
I woke up shaking so bad and crying. This is the first time that happened to me. I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do. I feel so heavy and sick. In my nightmare, my mom died. And it was because my sister and I left her alone. Shit. I really don’t want that to happen again. This is the worst nightmare ever. It scared the living hell out of me. Now, I am so afraid to sleep again.
So I have this list inside my head of the things I would do before I let myself die. I swear to myself that I would hold on to my last few breaths no matter what, even when I am already an inch away from death, if I still haven’t done all of these things.
So here they are:
I know that some of these seem a bit too out of my league but whatever. I really want to do all this things and I don’t care how difficult they are to achieve. I swear, I would not die if I haven’t done everything listed in here.
In Between The Lines - Tyrone Wells
Screaming to the stars just to feel alive
Maybe one more chance and we’ll get it right
I won’t believe that all these days
And all these dreams were only meant to fade..
In the midst of a peaceful night
Underneath the glorious light
Of bright glimmering stars
Scattered in the vast purple sky
You turned you face to mine
And from your lips escaped a three-word phrase
A soft whisper that made its way
To unknown depths of my soul
Slowly our heads lean in, closer and closer
Our lips almost collided
But with a jolt, my eyes unfold
To a blazing morning light..
[FANTASY]
-is a genre of fiction that commonly uses magic and other supernatural phenomena as a primary element of plot, theme, or setting. Many works within this genre take place in imaginary worlds where magic is common.
Yes, this is exactly my favorite book genre. Even though a lot of people say it’s a childish genre, it won’t change how I feel. I firmly believe that no one is too old to like fantasy books and movies. I know that it’s not good to stay in the land of dreams and make believe, and that we’re supposed to keep in touch with what’s real but I just can’t help myself.
All of these fantastic worlds of magic have been my escape when reality is too much for me to fathom. I like to be lost in some place far different from what’s around me. Harry Potter, Narnia, Neverland, Camp Half-blood, Wonderland, Whoville. All of those imaginary worlds written by brilliantauthors have been my happy place. Whenever I read about them, I feel free and forget my problems even for a little while. I would give anything to actually be a part of those worlds.
But I am not stupid, I know there are limitations. I can imagine and hope all I want for everything to be real but it won’t change the fact that I live in the real world. I have to go back and face my own monsters. And I get the strength and inspiration from all of these books. Truly, I would never get tired of this genre because it has so much more to offer.
Some dream of adventures, far off reality
Others dream of love, so great and unyielding
Another few might dream of death
To just be done with this ever exhausting race
But I, I dream of something else
I long for the world to turn
To erase tears and stick on smiles
In each and everyone’s crumbling soul
Wouldn’t it be a such a bliss
Turning every misery into heap of hope?
To somehow extract the remaining light
Hidden in this cold, cruel world?
