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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.

 

 

 

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.