On James Dashner’s Book

English

 

I was reading James Dashner’s “The Maze Runner” and I enjoyed it.  I thought this makes me feel the thrill as if watching it in a big screen but I bet they wouldn’t be able to capture how thrilling it is to read than to watch it.  But we don’t know, maybe there’ll also be a genius in the film industry who can capture the same thrill or almost.

 

 

 

Filipino

Binabasa ko ang akda ni James Dashner na “The Maze Runner” at talaga namang natuwa ako.  Naisip ko na naparamdam nito ang tindi ng pagkaaliw na parang pinanonood mo ito sa sinehan, ngunit sa aking tantya ay di nila makukuha kung paano maipapakita ang tindi ng pagkaaliw habang binabasa ito kaysa pinanonood.  Ngunit di natin alam, maaaring may isa ring henyo sa industriya ng pelikula ang makakakuha ng parehang tindi o halos kapareha.

 

 

 

Posting my family’s picture…

I’m not a fan of frequent visiting facebook but whenever I do, I observe that many people post photos of their kids or their family.  It speaks of many things, for me.  I admit I’m not a family-attached person or so I think.  Maybe not a fan of posting pictures of my family on the net… It’s just too personal I guess to me that I do not need to tell the whole world that “hey! this is my family.”  

I guess I can attribute that to my being an introvert.  One friend of mine used to say, “You’re an introvert but sociable.”  At first, I didn’t buy it,  But now, I’m starting to consider if that really is in fact true.

Well, going back, I like talking too.  But not to many people.  Only a few that I like to talk to or listen to.  And that sometimes make it hard for me to relate to the world, I accept that.  I am more of a listener or just hearing stories of people that interest me make me forget about everything.  And that, I guess, is the fundamental thing about human relationship.

Photos of family make you think of family.  That it is important to you and that you are happy with it.  But sometimes, as I see people posting things like that, it somehow make me see a mask in their own lives.  And instead of feeling great about the post on their family, I somehow see the loneliness of the people who post it.

Since I am an introvert, i guess i see more of what’s inside than from what’s outside.  There are some people especially parents who become more preoccupied with their children’s lives than finding happiness of their own.  And that I think is where the loneliness is coming from.  Most of the time, these are people who i think believe that obligation is the best expression of love for their family.

Once, I said in my facebook status, “Love is not an obligation.”  That is, for me.  Although of course, there are times that I felt like obligation is more important than my own quelling of loneliness, oh well, I give the obligation due consideration.

Oh well, there are those who believe that everything is a choice.  And there are others who believe in destiny.  And for me, given my personality of being young all the time, it’s a combination of both or simply, I’m not the planner type.  So whether you like my post or not, it’s just something that I want to share and it makes me see who I am.  For me, my family is my family.  And now I see, without your family, you don’t have anything.  Whether related by blood or not, whoever you consider as family, that’s what makes you the kind of human being that you are.

This is just my opinion or maybe my point of view. Perhaps, my outlook in life?  Or what I call, how I see things.  It’s a never ending search and somehow, every step is a destination.  In truth, my family is someone who I encounter who think this same way.

 

Today I sat and write…

What is I?  if I am made of love?  Would you believe I am or perhaps I am of light?  My mind soars into confusion like I’m inside a waterspout of my own illusion.  Why would i want to be here?

Is this fiction or real?  Is this my imagination or something I wish is?  I have never known ascension but I am in the clouds.  All I see is the sky–I’m in the sky.  Like in Jack and the Beanstalk, I am up above in the sky.  Did I climb or was I carried by the growing giant tree?

Am I happy?  I don’t know…  But I do like to explore so my mind is away from all the worries…

Why was I here?  Am I escaping from love or am I afraid to lose my childhood realm?  My love is always with me, whether I’m alone or just plain with him going wherever.  But why am I here?

Do you ever wonder like this?  They say pure thoughts is mathematics.  Is this that realm?

I cannot hold on to the roots of the underworld.  Would I rather be in this place or worry about the everyday I used to do?  How can I ever show this world?  It is something I have created.  It is something I am not afraid of and sometimes doubt if it is real.

Where is this place in the world?  It is not there.  It is something beyond.  It is in my mind.  The playground of my mind.

I Katha

*Tala:  Wala pang pamagat ang kathang ito kung kaya’t sa ngayo’y ito muna ang aking tanda: I Katha o “Fiction Part I”.

 

Kapag umusbong ang isang nangungusap ng pilosopiya, makikilala kaya ito na ito’y bahagi ng kanyang kalikasan?  Pagka’t siya ay may malayang kaisipan na binubuo ng kanyang diwa’t pagmamahal.  Hindi ba’t may ilang makata na di mawari ang pag-ibig na kanyang ibinabahagi sa kanyang mga tula ngunit sa pagtatagpo lamang ng isip at puso nauunawaan ang kahulugan.

Hindi ko akalain na matatagpuan ko ang ganitong lugar.  Ang dimensyon kung saan ika’y makalilikha ng mundong gusto mong kalagyan.  Sino ang makapagsasabing may kapangyarihan kang lumikha?

 

 

*Ito ay aking inspirasyong nahango sa mga aklat na sulat ni Neil Gaiman.  Hindi ko siya nabasa, pahapyaw lamang ngunit nabigyan ako nito ng ganitong ideya sa pagsusulat ng maaaring patunguhan ng aking kwentong katha kung ito ma’y magtuloy sa isang mahabang kwento.