Book Of Randomness [COMPLETED]

48th Random Page

MAAMEPORA: So

MAAMEPORA: I just finished "It only happens In the Movies" and "Museum of Heartbreak"

MAAMEPORA: In a span on... *puts on calculating face*... six days

MAAMEPORA: It was probably gonna took shorter if I didn't restricted myself into reading until two in the morning

MAAMEPORA: So

MAAMEPORA: I really want to update before ne make new-year and I want to update at least 10 (to make up for all the months I didn't update)

MAAMEPORA: Right now it's only the fourth so...

MAAMEPORA: Better start writing!

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You still remember the Literary Folio my school had didn't you? If you don't please look at the past random page because it is there.

It's called "XD the Literary Folio"

Apparently, I wasn't informed that there was another one last year. It was called: "Shift the Literary Folio"

And nope. I didn't get a copy but my friend has so I read a few entries. It was gorgeous. Not to mention the fact that it was lot thicker than XD

Now, we have a new one. I even got two copies to give to my cousin as a Christmas present even if she did not like books and we are totally opposites because I am in love with books.

Anyway, It's title, "11:11 the Literary Folio"

It's amazing. Beautiful even! I have never finished something in a span of a week. (I took longer than necessary because they gave it away when I was studying for my finals so I had no choice but to just read a few entries here and there)

Anyway, like usual. I am about to show my few favorites in here... (translations will be in Italics and in a parenthesis)

How do you kill an innocent?

By: Harriette Joshua B. Hernandez

While drenched in cold sweat and cowering in her seat, her desperation to survive continued to take over. And as she listened intently for every footstep approaching, she gasped for that freezing air and waited impatiently.

Carefully, she looked around, only catching a glimpsed of what's happening around her. She waited more, silently praying for a chance to execute her plan.

At last, when the last footstep's gone, the door finally closed-signaling a short moment of freedom. And despite that kind of fear she has never felt before until now, she slowly leaned forward and whispered:

"Bes, pakopya naman ng sagot sa number 22. Dali na!"

("Bes, can I copy the answer in number 22? Please!")

ID

You never believe in the power of shooting stars or wishing wells. In this generation that relied mostly on Google for answers, you did not even consider the possibility of magic wands or fairy god mothers in getting you to Instagrammable spaces or turning your getup to OOTD in one snap. But you can choose to have your Neverland or Wonderland by packing your Jansports and shuffling your Spotify playlist. Book an Uber ride, grab the chance to go. It would hurt to take selfies while stepping out of the Wifi Zone. Then you'd see what you're after. PS: Don't forget to bring fries OTW

Ego

The social pressure builds up, more different than the previous ones. And we follow the trend of a now impatient internet mob. IN one swift are dozen of Facebook stories and statuses and posts itching for your reaction. As you thumb inches to the scroll to see more, you see your reflection among those weekday evening newsfeed, the virtual competition craving for attention. And then you'd realize, there was no shadow nor rabbit with a pocket watch for you to follow around in the internet; it was your instincts all along to blend to be fit to survive. That's what you are really after.

Super Ego

You tweet quotable quotes, on how we don't need capes to be a hero, or that we don't need crowns to be a royal. More importantly, we must know that we don't need to go YT viral to make a change. It is not only thru online that we can connect to a friend to establish a friendly connection. The vast space outside the binary codes and websites and URLs are much bigger for us to live like those make-believes in the two-hour Disney films we have always adored. Then you'd learn not to be slaves to the slaves we have programmed in the cyber kingdom. And then the likes and hearts and notifications will not be your top priority especially first thing in the morning. This is what you really are, after all.

11:59

By: Edmarie Joy E. Panganiban

Nagkita kami sa 7 11. Katulad ng dati, napakakisig pa rin niya at napakalinis pumorma. Noong una, hindi ko alam ang dapat kong sabihin. Nagkatitigan lang kami at walang gumagalaw. Hinahabi ko sa isipan ko ang mga salitang dapat kong sabihin hanggang sa yayain niya akong kumain sa labas.

(We saw each other in 7 11. Like always, he look so fine and handsome in his clothes. At first, I didn't know what to say. We were only staring at each other's eyes neither of us moving. I was thinking of all the things I wanted to say to him until he asked me out to eat)

Noon, kapag lumalabas kami, napakadami niyang kwento, ibang-iba na ngayon. Tahimik lang kaming nakaupo sa dulong lamesa sa cafeteria.

(Whenever we went out to eat before, he would have a thousand stories to tell me, now it was different. We just sat quietly in the furthest table in the cafeteria)

"Bakit mo ko iniwan noon?"

("Why did you leave me?")

Hindi ko alam kung saan ako kumuha ng lakas ng loob para sabihin iyon pero nang Makita ko siya- unti-unting bumalik lahat ng sakit.

(I didn't know where I got the courage to asked him that but when I saw him, all the pain started slowly coming back)

Nagulat siya sa sinabi ko at hindi agad nakapagsalita. Punong-puno ng sakit at pag-aalala ang mga mata niya, pero bakit? Hindi ba't ako ang naiwan? Bakit parang mas nasasaktan siya?

(He was shocked as my question and he couldn't answer me. His eyes were full of pain and worry, but why? Am I not the one that he left? Why is does he look like he was the one hurting?)

"Hindi ko ginustong iwan ka Mia," panimula niya, "Alam mong mahal na mahal kita."

("I didn't want to leave you, Mia" he started, "You know how much I love you")

Nagsimulang bumagsak ang luha ko. Bakit mo kailangan iwan ang taong mahal mo? Bakit kailangan mong umalis kung hindi mo naman talaga gusto?

(My tears started to fall from my eyes. Why do you have to leave someone you love? Why do you have to leave if you truly did not want to?)

Hindi ko mawari ang dapat kong isagot. Dapat ko bang sabihin na hindi nagbago ang pagmamahal ko sa kanya at hanggang ngayon ay siya pa rin ang mahal ko? Magsasalita na sana ako nang bigla niyang inilabas ang krus na kwintas na suot-suot niya.

(I didn't know how to answer him. Should I tell him that I still love him? I was about to answer when he suddenly took the neckless, with a cross, that he wears out and showed it to me)

"Pero mas mahal ko siya"

("But I love him more")

Noong una'y naguguluhan ako sa sinabi niya hanggang sa may dumaang ale sa tabi naming dalawa at binate siya,

(At first I didn't know what he was talking about until a middle-aged woman passed by us and greeted him,)

"Bless po Father."

("Bless me, Father")

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MAAMEPORA: Ahh much better

Random Reader: You have no fucking idea how hard it is to translate!

MAAMEPORA: Of course I don't, you did the translation after all...

Random Reader: Unbelievable. Totally, undeniably UNBELIEVABLE!

Pita: What's 'fucking'?

Random Reader: *In Captain America's tone* Language!

MAAMPORA: OhGoD