The Correlation of a Nursery Rhyme, Books, People, Relationships and The People You Like

Posted by morynot on 03:38 AM on August 24, 2008.

When I was just
a little boy
I asked my mother
what will I be;

Will I be handsome?
Will I be Rich?
Here's what she said
to me:

Hinde Sira! Sira!
Umasa kang ma-igi
The future's not ours to see
Hinde Sira! SIra!

And you know what? It came true!
Hahahaha! But I digress.

This is how I read a book: I start off with the first few chapters and get the feel and the personalities of the characters. That way I start to kind of take a guess on what the ending would be. After the exposition, I would check on the total number of pages in the book and type it down on my phone and send it to myself. And then when I get to the part where the book's paging is half of the total (or the end of the chapter nearest to it) I'd read the last two pages of the last chapter, or the epilogue with some books.

Most of the time I get it right. It's not killing the joy of reading the whole book though; instead, it poses a challenge on reading the parts inbetween and knowing the things that happened to get to the conclusion of the book.

One of the few books that apalled me with its ending was Patrick Robinson's U.S.S. Seawolf. The first half of the book proposes the dilemma and the solutions the United States Government is preparing to regain their submarine crew from captivity (oops.), and everything seems to be in accord for a happy ending-- and it actually had a quite happy resolution, but the quasi-epilogue proved otherwise. The captain... well, just read it. The book ended sadly, and shockingly-- that's it.

Sometimes I wish people were like books. Readable, sometimes predictable, sometimes not, but nonetheless enigmatic and entails the need to read and understand. Moreover, I wish relationships between people were like books: you can set an expectation and find out soon if it will materialize or not.

Then again, my wishes may be true. (Emo moment following)

A few fathoms of time ago, I met this girl who was so friendly that I thought she was sending me signs that she likes me. We went as far as holding hands while we were walking, seeing each other almost every day for a month, and me attending one of her classes with her. It turned out that she was just realy friendly. Bummer, right?

Right then I was thinking of a really happy relationship with her, had I decided to take it to the next level.I didn't exactly tell her I liked her, bt I guess we both saw what was coming. What happened? We Faded Away (this is to remind her of that).

It's not always what you expect. Somehow, some time, something's bound to fuck you up one way or another. Again, I digress.

This is something to let some frustrations out. It didn't exactly pour me off empty; in fact It only swilled some excesses. Sigh.

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A friend and I agreed on one thing recently: Why can't we just tell someone we like them? It isn't that hard; just say "I like you." Then again, we're the very people who can't do it.

Of course, anybody can just walk up to the person they like and confess, but there always are complications-- consequences that need to be minded before doing anything that may turn out to be stupid. For example, losing a good friend by confessing your super-duper-mega-thing you have for her.

Bleh.

Still. I wish people can just say what they want to say, be readable and predictable yet enigmatic at the same time.

All these out of the three sleepless nights I sort of endured this past week.

Out.

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