Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Review on 'The Magician's Apprentice'

In the remote village of Mandryn, Tessia serves as assistant to her father, the village Healer. Her mother would rather she found a husband. But her life is about to take a very unexpected turn. When the advances of a visiting Sachakan mage get violent, Tessia unconsciously taps unknown reserves of magic to defend herself. Lord Dakon, the local magician, takes Tessia under his wing as an apprentice. The long hours of study and self-discipline also offer more opportunities than she had ever hoped for, and an exciting new world opens up to her. There are fine clothes and servants—and, to Tessia's delight—regular trips to the great city of Imardin. But along with the excitement and privilege, Tessia is about to discover that her magical gifts bring with them a great deal of responsibility. For great danger looms on the horizon for Tessia and her world.
(Summary from Goodreads)
(Photo from Goodreads)

This is what compelled me to write a review when can't normally compose myself enough to write a decent one. NOT that this review would ever be decent but I guess it'll somehow sum up the feelings invoked upon my... dealings with the book. I have few issues/observations/Comments with the entirety of the book and words could never give justice to what I felt when I finished the novel- But there you go:
First, the overall theme was fine. I loved the idea that there was that something new that took a woman to have been discovered. I was drawn by the story from reading the summary and somehow reading through the first chapter encourages me to read on. The whole medieval feels realistic based on the imagery that can be derived from it, and the magicians, and monarchy. Politics, though it wasn't a central theme, could never be divorced with hierarchies and wars could never eliminate deaths. I liked how discrimination had been exhibited with gender stereotypes. It certainly empowered women with highlighting the achievements lead by women behind or in the frontlines. Then there was Romance. I had to admit - this was the one thing that kept me from ditching the book entirely.
Second, the characters were consistent enough. At least if I didn't consider their inner thoughts - which had been all over the place and somehow misplaced. The inner thoughts could have been okay if it were told in a one-person point of view - not the shifting perspective that kind of left out the use of imagination and inference with reading. Instead of liking at least one character - I ended up hating them. It was like I got a full view of the personalities and that somehow made them all too similar. I couldn't take sides in the story because I understood their predicaments which overly impacted how I felt in reading the book. Because it somehow made things too calculative, in my perspective, I somehow got lost with using the magic in reading novels - the whole escapism point gone with too much explanation. THIS had been the major turn-off factor for me.
Lastly, the entire plot had been too long drawn to the point where I almost skimmed through the pages. I hated the whole Hanara perspective for some reason. Stara's perspective which didn't really clarified her role in the entire story until the ending when war was breaking. The story itself had some hasty conclusions which could probably be accounted for it being a prequel into a series - BUT that in itself should be able to stand alone or at least INVITE to read further on.
The entire experience somehow felt traumatic that I was unsure whether to read any other works of Trudi Canavan in the future.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

His Perpetual Love Story

Her difference stands out

Black hair. Short in stature.
Face painted in pallid shade.
Blank mask, faded impressions.

The way her shoulders hunch to hide
The way her hair falls to obscure her face
The way her hands tucked to turn invisible
The way she could lose in the sea of people
Milling in, coming out, destroying her.

It takes guts to seduce the food for the gods.

Hers is a book I couldn't wait to read
Hers is a song I wouldn't tire in hearing
Her voice is a spell, her voice is a charm
Hers is a void, I wouldn't mind losing into

She laughs like a hundred chimes in the wind
Happiness that spreads like disease
She smiles like a thousand lights
Colors that burst like the sun
She sees through the broken glass
She held the life of me at the palm of her hands

She became the light of my darkest way
She is the love of my life.

She is my love.
She is my life.

She never left.
I disappeared.

She is always there.
Until.

She was. //012215

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Preemption

I graduated with honors
Excited with the second phase
I was 12.

I became vain.
My body is sacred. I am beautiful.
Men adored me.
I was 14.

I never knew love
Like I knew how his words
Swept me off my feet.
I was 15.

It was pleasure. This was pleasure.
It wasn't just a child play.
I'm grown up.
I was 16.

That was a mistake.

My future halts,
A child on its way. //

Homeless

Son, I left food in the microwave.
Your dad is on another business trip.
Don’t wait up, I’ll be home late.

Madilim nanaman ang paligid
Ang katahimikang babasag sa kabingihan
Subukan ko kayang umupo sa tabi
- panghawi lang sa nahahapong damdamin.

Really now, I don’t have the time
I have to work to feed us, you know?
Besides, I never raised you just to be second best!

Para saan pa at kumuha ng patimpalak
Kung sila man ay hindi makaalala
Marahil sapat na ang nagaalab na pagnanasa
- walang mararating ang karangalang hayok sa paapuri.

You probably got it from dallying too much
You should start acting like a grown up.
I never raised a son who misbehaved.

Alin ang tama sa maling lipunan,
Alin ang mali sa bulag na palakad,
Kung ang tahanang kinalakhan ay tumuro sa iba?
Sino pa ang gagabay sa batang ligaw?

Son, it’s because I love you that I have to leave
This is all for your future’s sake.
That someday, we’ll live in a pool of gold, never worrying.

Ina, binansagang ilaw ngunit pundi
Ama, haliging sa ibang bahay bumabakod
Ba’t hindi niyo balikan ang bukang-liwayway
Gusto ko mang umuwi,

Pero saan ako lulugar?// 100515




.. rejected piece...

Review on movie: Age of Adeline

Photo from: www.imdb.com
I'm trying on a new approach with writing - with all the things I've been going through right now. Nothing major. Here's the mother tongue version:

Ang pelikula ay hango sa buhay ng babaeng may kakaibang disposisyon sa buhay nagngangalang Adeline Bowman. Si Adeline ay ipinanganak na normal ngunit dahil sa isang aksidente kung saan siya ay tinamaan ng kidlat – tumigil ang kanyang pagtanda.

Noong una, nakakaengganyo at kapanapanabik siguro magkaroon ng ganoong klaseng kakayahan – ang mabuhay sa araw-araw na hindi mo aalalahanin ang pagtanda, ang ilang komplikasyon kasama nito. Hindi mo aalalahanin ang nangngungulubot na mukha, lumalabong paningin, at mga sumasakit na kasu-kasuhan Mahaba ang oras na maaring igugol sa mga bagay na gustong gawin na hindi kailangang intindihin kung sasapat pa ba ng oras.

Ngunit habang umuusad ang panahon para kay Adeline, umusbong ang ilang suliranin sa kanyang kondisyon. Isa na dito ang maaring maging kinabukasan ni Adeline sa kamay ng mga tao. Naipakita sa pelikula ang katotohanan sa paguugali ng mga tao: kung ano ang hindi maipaliwanag ay kailangang pag-aralan. At sa pagaaral na ito – tinitingnan kung maari ba itong maiduplicate o makamit. Dito namulaklak ang takot ni Adeline. Sino nga naman ang gugustuhing makulong upang pagaralan ng mga siyentipiko.

Takot ang bumuhay sa namamatay na pamumuhay ni Adeline.

Namamatay siya sa aspetong, kinailangan niyang mabuhay magisa dahilan sa kanyang kakaibang kondisyon. Nakakalungkot ang kaalamang iiwanan ka din ng mga mahal mo sa buhay dahil sadyang maikli ang natural na buhay ng tao. Kinailangang iwan ni Adeline ang kanyang anak dala ng takot sa kapwa tao, sa takot na mapageksperimentuhan. Sa ilang eksenang naipakita ang anak niya – na siya naming matanda na at naninirahan na lamang sa isang retirement facility – nakakalungkot ang implikasyon na sa sandaling panahon pa ay maari na siyang mamatay. Kung ano mang maiiwan sa buhay ni Adeline ay pawang mga alaala na lamang.

Black and White kung tutuusin ang buhay ni Adeline. Nawala na ang kulay na nagpapasigla dito. Marahil dala ito ng kaalamang mahaba pa ang lalakbayin niya. Madali para sa atin ang isawalang bahala ang halaga ng mga bagay pag alam nating hindi ito aalis o hindi ito mawawala ng basta-basta. Ang buhay ni Adeline ay nagmistulang isang obligasyon na kailangan pag-daanan at ang kalunos-lunos na kalagayan ay isang biyayang nagmimistulang isang sumpa. Ngunit sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana – dumating sa buhay ni Adeline si Elis na siyang naging daan upang maibalik ang sigla sa buhay ni Adeline. Sa isang di inaasahang pagkakataon, nang nagdesisyong tumigil sa pagtakbo sa Adeline sa kanyang problema – naibalik siya ni Elis sa natural na daan ng buhay. Nawala ang sumpa ni Adeline at nagsimula siyang tumanda muli.


Nakakaantig ng damdamin ang pelikula – napagtagumpayan ng produksyon ang pagpapatunay sa kasabihang “Love Conquers all” kung saan nagkaroon ng lakas ng loob si Adeline na harapin ang kanyang takot na hayaan ang sariling umibig muli. Maganda din naman ang kinalabasan ng katapusan ng pelikula at ang nakakatuwang paghahambing kay Adeline sa isang kometa – hindi man ito dumating sa panahong inaasahan, ay dumating ito kagaya ng prediksyon sa pelikula.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

A Eulogy for my Most Beloved

People would not always recall
the evils of the heart
as what you've believed
your philosophy, the mantra of your soul.
Odes that would sing
a millennium of regret
- the end does not cover
how you've fulfilled your vows.

People would then recall
the kindness of your heart
what you've believed
your humble thoughts.
Sonnets does nothing more
than to restrict your bounds
- our end would always cover
how kindness does not mean Truths.

Your lies are my truth
and your lies spoke true
That I would cry rivers
should you jump to the other side.
I would cry when you depart
grieve when you're still here
for your love is not for me
but for when you turned free.

This words are not for you
when you flee with your own accord
This words does not speak
for the life, or death, of you.
This song is made for you
though not for your self.
My love from this words
came from the fact of inflicted pain.

I should have wrote
with soul when it was still mine
I should have wrote
when I was still filled with that flickering flame.
It'll never be too late
to write you a letter
but it was too late

to leave without pain.// 012115

Thoughts 071315

It’s been a while -
I’ve been sort of out of touch since a LOT of things had been going on, but mostly it’s the lack of bandwidth signals and hardware issues that stopped me. I never realized the importance of your own personal space (and gadget) until I’m craving for it.
Here’s to my virtual space staring into nothingness as virtual dust accumulates with my molding ideas.
Nothing’s fairly new, aside from moving across the country, resetting school, and throwing opportunities within a blink of an eye that people’s probably cursing at those wasted privileges - come on, I don’t even care about those, it never made me happy. People never really get what I am thinking, why I was thinking that way, or why I even do things. They think they do. I’m quite sure they don’t. Because I don’t even understand myself. All I ever know is this:
Happiness is a pursuit. A never ending race.
Among the indecisive means I’ve considered and taken, this is a race that I was mandated to participate. A race I can’t win until I expire, can’t quit unless I die.
What’s my point in all these?





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