Where Credit is Due

              Shaking my head because I’ve read comments – someone’s getting all the compliments and all the salutes all for himself. That this someone is apparently accountable for all the goodness there is that they can state. That this someone is doing all the job, all the sacrifices, all the thinking, and even bearing all the outlays. Why wouldn’t the audience judge so easily, when all they can see is this someone doing all the front acts? Why wouldn’t they notice this someone, when all the behind-the-scene-characters are so thin and this someone is TOO MUCH? How about the hard work of the entire workforce, for the unknown? We may have known the real deal but it’s useless, because the odds are against us.

         Most of the time, we notice those that are always perceived by our senses – acceptable because we demand it, we want proof, we look for tangible results, we see who we see. Sadly, we hardly look into deeper details. Judgments are given instantly, criticism are thrown haphazardly, and commendations are quantified prejudicially.

Sometimes we set aside other details that we thought are pointless, but doing so makes us wrong in the long run. Some not-so-important parts are also vital.

        This sentiment is not because I wasn’t given the right acclaims equal to what I have contributed but instead to just release this feeling I’m feeling. I’m kind of disappointed and guilty. Disappointed for all those who only see others and not the rest, disappointed because I thought they are better but now I see they’re not worth it, not worth my time. Disappointed because from now on, I have to start over again, remove the stains and begin once more. Good thing is I don’t have to settle for other’s beliefs, I just have to do my best. I’ve been asking for motivation, maybe this is what I’m given.

        For being guilty, I am guilty because I’m also one of those who gives credit easily. Starting today, maybe I just need to stop thinking of what others are thinking. I have to stop pleasing others, I just need to act myself. But it’s what I’ve ever been doing, some don’t like me; as if I care!

I’m done with this game, I don’t care what others think about me. If I don’t feel like talking to you, then better evaporate coz I am not starting a conversation or whatever.

Anyway, let us always practice looking at every part of the puzzle. One item may have completed the job but without the rest, it’s worthless. Give where the credit is due, and that is to everyone. Whether one contributed a little, at least there’s a contribution rendered.

To end this I remember a statement from a movie, “We elevate those who say right but mean wrong, and mock those who say wrong but mean right.”

Why Am I The One?

I have changed, according to them, and yes, I come clean, I sort out. Changing is not immoral, occasionally it is compulsory, inclined by the public, and somebody decided to change virtuously and transform into a bit exceeding his former. Or am I viewing things unjustly?

“You are different; you’re not any longer matching your earlier personality.” That’s the note I received from a pip-squeak. My initial reaction was to sense oppugned in my nut, and asks WTF? I can’t figure how someone chock-a-block of him would bestow ditto. I ne’er changed, that was my judgment.

I keep hearing my support system and social groups that it is 2014; it is a requisite to disremember the past and endure what contemporary transports. Yes, I suppose they have a point inasmuch as New Year means beginning de novo and overlooking the evil stumbled upon last year. It also means disremembering those who has done a little off beam to us.

But the badly-behaved I predict is I. Since my fresh-faced existences, it’s tough for me to forgive and forget, difficult but I still cope by some means. What normally transpires when I do? The bond is not like it did previously. A scratch is mete out and it’s arduous to get rid of it.

Past is history and let bygone be bygone. Tag additional excerpts human beings have held about forgetting the past. But no one can refute that there is veracity in this cliché: we can always forgive, but we can never forget.

The reference saying I’ve changed is factual, but only to some people. I stopped conversing, I avoided contact, and I don’t reply to texts, I don’t give a damn. Why I’m doing this? Simple! I don’t want them to do identical exploit once more. I’m merely saving myself from suffering equivalent hoary dejected melody o'er.

Now, I’m the one who’s viewed wicked to other folks’ discernments. Why I cannot certainly act the manner I reason? Why people continuously misconstrue my whereabouts? Why am I constantly the one who’s in the wrong? I act properly and general public would critic, act gravely and general public would swearword.

I exist in a realm somewhere creatures are perfect-chasers. I cannot offer them what they want; I can only give them my best. No more, no less.

And if changing is bad, from now on, my comeback would be: I DON’T CARE.

I cannot gratify all and sundry; there are those who are so stalwart to consider that they can force others to look after their desires. And if general public call me horrible for not following them, well I embrace the title and pompously brace it.

May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor

When I heard compliments about this trilogy I display insoucianceto get a copy and read, other books are at home yet I can’t finish reading it off, I’m starting but I’ll close it after some page. I also have copies of e-books in my phone and I can’t decide which one to read so I end up not reading anything for 2 years now.

It was during my third and fourth year in college when I dedicated most of my time to reading. I was able to finish the Twilight Trilogy of Stephenie Meyer in only a week. I also finish reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling in two days. I was able to finish some of the books of John Grisham and Dan Brown. Well, that was the time when I can stay whole night just reading. Now, what I want is to sleep. But due to the Christmas season, I was able to read once again and satisfied.

Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins --- I can hear from people that this is one of the best novels one needs to read. I was also able to learn that it is adapted in a motion picture and is also a blockbuster. I was still not interested. If you know me personally, you would have the knowledge that if I like something I’ll do some research about the stuff – a movie, album, and especially book. Just how I devoted surfing the net about Harry Potter when it was only going viral in stores. Before I even start reading the series, I knew most of the story. But in Hunger Games, it did not interest me.

But when I watched the Hunger Games movie with two other people last June 2013, it changed my mind and I was like “I want to read that books now.” But time would not permit me, there are a lot of barriers, like I’m in a story and to read the book is my goal but there are a lot of villains, ha-ha.

Not until December 2013, two weeks ago when I started reading the first book. Since I have watched the movie, I somehow knew the plot but I still find reading it fun. It’s different when I can vividly imagine the scenarios and I was able to know everything. In the movie, there are few details given. I love the idea, because it’s so warped and it makes me ponder and rerun settings in my head. I entered a world of bordering extremes, the Capitol with its ultramodern technology and bizarre manner and self-indulgence; the districts, many are poor that their technology has hardly advanced the use of electricity. I was enthralled in the progress of Katniss Everdeen’s character. You really get the nous that she is carrying the bulk of the world on her shoulders. The actual games are gut-wrenching and rousing. This joined with Katniss' relationship with Peeta Mellark, and the upshot from the finale of the games leave you hankering the second book.

Talk about a realistic character - Katniss doesn't ask to be the center of attention, nor does she want to be. She's not the most beautiful, charming, talented person in the world. She's just a girl who needs to protect her family and will do anything to do so. Every character has his or her own personality, and his/her own development.

Catching Fire is a splendid stuff and a fascinating read. Tensely paced, with Collins making you feel that things are about to explode on a larger scale, even as Katniss tries her best to fend for her own little corner. There are moments which are heart-breaking and moving, but then these are trailed on time by moments of horror and heartbreak and unexpected terrifying violence, and these turnarounds leave you sort of meandering in the airstream. There's no negating, though, that one inaudibly controlling moment when, Katniss, who had been thinking hard of taking her family and friends and skedaddling, decides to stay and tough it out. I felt like cheering when she declares: "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble." That's the girl on fire.

 

Mockingjay, puts a great ending to a series, heart-wrenching. I couldn't stop reviewing the last few pages. Collins captures the true psychological aspects of a young woman's demise. But no literary piece is ever flawless, I somehow manage to think of other things which the author should have at least explained in one way or another, or a clue perhaps. The death of one of the character closest to Katniss almost seems like the author was just mad and wanted to kill someone off. No explanation and senseless. If you are going to kill off the person you spent an entire trilogy protecting then at least give it some build up so the reader can digest it, it is for her sister Prim. The ending is pretty much a drug educed comma of memories and delusions and exile. The epilogue almost seems like an apology for dragging this thing out.

I would have enjoyed the last book, much more if it were condensed to a sequel and if the ending was more complete tying up loose ends. Also I would like the main characters to actually have had a role in the future of Panem. Instead they just turn into some average Joe that is eventually to be forgotten.

As a good point, Collins ends the series in a gentle and peaceful way, and the reader discovers that which has been true from the beginning. Collins shows how the unmistakable yet subtle need for another human being can win out over all odds and become reinforced by the strength of love, intertwining the fates of two people together forever. I loved the action scenes.

I would recommend this to anyone who enjoys a wild roller coaster ride from a book. It really kept me on my toes!