Monday, March 22, 2010

My favorite story in Lit. Crit.

Of all the stories we had discussed in Lit. Crit, my favorite was “The Forsaken House” which I had reported last time. This story really catches my attention. As I studied its writer’s background, I became more interested reading it. This kind of story could possibly transpire in a real life. I believed that Wilfrido Ma. Guerrero’s early life influenced him to write this kind of story because of what he had experienced from his father in which somehow I can relate with. This story revealed the dominance of male in the Filipino family. Though there were several female characters, Ramon and Tio Carlos’ characters were imposing. The mother was projected as weak and somebody who readily submits to the will of her husband. The children though abhor the situation; they still showed astounding reverence to their father which is customarily expected from Filipino children.

Criticism on the movie "Stranger than Fiction"

When I heard this movie title, it made me think what it is all about. Is there anything stranger than fiction? All of the hanging questions in my mind were answered after watching this. This movie is good. At the beginning, it’s quite boring because it’s more on narration about the daily routine of the protagonist. I think it would be much better if the movie starts with scenes that are catchy on the viewer’s eyes. This movie is all about a prominent author in which all of her works has a tragic ending. Until one day, the protagonist in her book that was about to be published, exists in real life: Harold Crick. He always hears a woman’s voice narrating everything and anything he does and these brought him interest to find out why all of these transpired. At first, he thought he has psychological defect that’s why he decided to consult a psychiatrist from whom he was told that maybe he has schizophrenia. These brought him to consult another psychiatrist for the second time, but still he found himself helpless. But he didn’t lose his hope, instead, he consults another person and this time, it helped. He told him about everything that transpired in his life. Until one day, when he went again to Prof. Hilbert’s office, he heard again the voice. But this time, through an interview on T.V. which leads him to look for that woman he saw. And she’s exactly the author. How ironic isn’t it? The love story in this movie is very boring. I think it’s much better if the scenes after Harold Crick convinced the author to revise the tragic ending of his life into a happy ending story would be interesting to watch. Especially when their love story was showed. It lacks with exciting events; insufficient, I must say. I’m not satisfied with its ending despite Harold was saved from death.

"If I had three wishes"

We all started to have our own wishes when we were once a child like those fairy tales could also happen in a real life. But being a grown up doesn’t inhibit us from dreaming fantastical desires like those I have. My heartfelt a funny desire to fly. I wished I can fly so that I can travel around the world for free. I do love to go anywhere and everywhere. I’m not a home buddy just like other people. My second wish is to be a part of America’s best dance crew “Jabbawockeez” to perform in different international dance competitions. Dancing is my passion. And for my last wish, how I wish that I have a fairy God mother too just like Cinderella.

Why? To grant me the prince that is destined for me. A prince that can be the biggest jerk but still manages to make me love him, which tries to convince me that I’m beautiful when I think otherwise. That loves me sincerely. That will do dumb things just to make me smile. Because once in my life, I held a hand so tight, thinking that it would be mine for the rest of my life. I gave my whole heart and built my future around him. He’s the content of my prayers, the reason of my actions. Until such one day, I need to let him go, to let that hand go. Then everything became so blurry. I want him to stay but something went wrong. And on our separate ways, I’m wishing him the best. The best that I tried I give but enough to make him stay.

How I wish all of these wishes come true, may not be exactly but at least close to it like I may not literally fly but I hope I could have the opportunity to go around the world. I may not exactly be part of Jabbawockeez but I hope I could have a bright future and as an aspiring dancer. And lastly, I may not literally have a fairy God mother but at least someone who could be a blessing in disguise who would serve as my confidant in my journey.

Free verse poem as inspired by the Arabian Nights

In snow you can make many feel sheltered in warmth

In summer you can pour rain to their thirsty hearts

You give pleasure to every man’s eyes

You can simply put them under spell with the natural beauty you posses

Sometimes it’s deceitful

Sometimes it’s true

Either way you’re powerful in any way you choose

Too pickle minded to love;

Too lovable to hate;

Her indifference can make one sick…

Her love can make one live…

A woman’s power is truly something one can hardly resist

A Narrative Critique on one Afro-Asian story: Count not your chickens before they be hatched

This old fable is an adage which broadly means: Don’t act as though you have something before you actually have it. It can be used to refer to any number of things from physical objects to events that have not yet come to pass. An example might best illustrate when the phrase would be used. Let’s say a person applies for a job with a high-salary and finds out he has been hired. He immediately go out and buy a new car, even though he doesn’t currently have the money to afford it. At this point, it might be appropriate to tell him, “Count not your chickens before they be hatched”. This is because he doesn’t actually have the money; He’s just relying on something that hasn’t yet come to pass. This fable is very applicable in everyone’s life. We could get moral lesson from it. These story meant to illustrate a single point and often ending with a one-line adage. “Count not your chickens before they be hatched”.