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Monday, November 24, 2008

Twilight - The Echo of Question Marks....



Alright, this will probably send a great deal of people running my way armed with torches and pitchforks, with the intent of burning me alive or impaling me to death, and what not, but every one is entitled to their own opinion correct?

I will admit that I am a sucker for love stories, more's the pity if it involves macabre themes and hair-raising stuff like... vampires etc.
So, when the whole "Twilight" madness exploded, I thought, "What the heck..." I read the books much like the general public - or at least the heavily drugged up citizens on romance. I admire the sane one's like my boyfriend who discovered the truth from the get-go, lamentably, I was roused from all the "cloud-nine" feelings for the tale when I realized that at the end of it, I felt well, dead, the better term, since the tale involved vampires, would be "drained" drained of my intellectual power to be left sane about it all.

And then I thought, what a pity, it was an interesting read, but it left me wondering about a great deal of things, things that should have, I don't know "made sense" as the story progressed... True, it is a fictional tale, but something was a little off...

I gushed about it during the beginning, but I prudently kept my "objective" opinion about the series, until I got to the last book, the book that left a gaping hole, kind of a... "That's it?".
The series has its merits, however, there are just so many parts in it that leaves you wondering about things like:
"Why the heck is Bella so damn clumsy?" I mean come on, all the girl does is trip over books, and chairs, and if she doesn't have anything to trip on, her feet seem to do the job well enough to propel her to her to the ground. The whole milking the damsel-in-distress act did leave me cringing, seriously, no girl in this planet can be that pitiful. It would have been incredibly satisfying to have a protagonist to admire, not someone who compelled you to look away (yes, I looked away from the book) every time she fell over or blatanly threw herself at Edward.



Edward, now he is another matter to discuss, as mentioned in the books, he's perfect, but as Bon pointed out, he's a little err... I'm unable to come up with a better term... Bi-polar...
"Oooh Bella smells nice... I love her...", "NO! I must not love her, I'm dangerous...I must stay away...", "Oooh Bella is sleeping, she said my name....", "No, I must leave Bella, she will be happier without me..." - I mean, it threw me off a bit really, I did go into the whole "Edward is sooo dreamy..." phase, but his moody episodes did irk me, not as much as Bella, but it touched a nerve.

I'm not trying to disparage the Author in any way - more power to her, her imagination and her take on the whole vampire world is rather unique, I'm just voicing out my genuine opinion regarding my "reading experience". I did enjoy reading the books, albeit, some parts were just better (more bearable) than the others. If I were to rate the books from 1 - 10 I would give it a 5 or 6 perhaps.
It's interesting, but it lacked depth. The love story was just odd really, it's like she just saw him in the canteen and the next thing you knew, she was madly in love with him, well, I suppose since it's a tale of "young love", the progression of her feelings are justifiable, I think...

I read this critique / discussion (below) from one of the Twilight forums, and I just laughed at the outrageous comments. Yeah, it is rather cut-throat, but it is quite true, if you allow yourself to be a little objective about the series. I won't dare to proceed with my little critique because, well, I think it would be a merciful and charitable act to spare the faint hearted of my opinions and a.) My officemates who are clamoring to read the books will kill me, b.) I don't want to sound all whiny about it & c.)I trust that we have objective and educated readers out there who can weigh the merits and flaws of literature...

In closing, I will say that I do, I truly do, or did enjoy the "lovey-dovey" parts of the tale, I'm a girl, a romantic to boot - sue me... but that's about it, that's the only part that sustained my enthusiasm to read the books.


Enjoy....


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I am an avid reader. I love and read books voraciously, one of my better vices. Literature is my life. So, when my younger sister told me of the book, Twilight, I decided to take a look. She raved about how awesome it was, a wonderful book worth reading. I decided to look past the fact that it was rated young adult, (after all, there are some books for the younger crowd that have proven themselves to be great books, such as the Chronicles of Narnia, and The Golden Compass). I love vampire fiction anyway, and with that in mind, began reading Twilight.

It was one of the worst experiences in my life.

I have this compulsion, a personality quirk if you will. I have to finish reading a book, and book series. Even if the books prove themselves to be terrible, and shoddy. However. Twilight was the exception. It took all of my strength to finish reading that book. An ordeal that left me drained, and scarred for life. I won't be continuing the series, as I am not fond of pain.

It is beyond me why this book is so popular. For one thing, it is badly written. Written in first person, the book is a prime example of how first person can be abused, and mangled. Most of the book is a minute by minute account of the dull life of the main character, Bella. However, I could overlook the way the writer writes...which is terrible, if the story was good. And If the characters were compelling, and were able to show me their world, and make me feel for them. Twilight, was none of those things.

What attracts people to vampire fiction, is the struggle of good and evil. Are vampires automatically damned? Are they trading away their souls for immortality, and twisted perfection? Is such immortality a perverse imitation of God's plan for eternal life in Heaven? Are they evil, or is it possible for a vampire to be good? The sun (God's light) denies them. They feast on human blood every night, when they were once human themselves. The moral quandary of vampires is what makes vampire fiction so great. Good and evil battle within every story, an eternal theme that replays every day within our lives and imaginations. Vampires internalize that struggle, that age-old battle, within their very beings. A battle that means their soul, or the loss of such.

Twilight manages to destroy all that is good about vampires in one foul swoop. In Twilight, vampires do not burn in sunlight. No, such a mark of evil would ruin the god-like perfection of Twilight's vampires. Instead, they glitter in the sun. Glitter. That is perhaps one of the most ridiculous things I have ever heard. Instead of vampires, we now have angst ridden, depressed pseudo-angels. So beautiful and perfect, their kisses can make you faint, and no doubt their farts smell like fresh-baked cookies. The sun makes them glitter so prettily, sort of like how all those kiddie shirts have words written in glitter these days. The battle of good and evil does not exist. While the vampire, Edward, bemoans the fact that he is a vampire, the absolute perfection of his being takes away from such apparent suffering. In fact, it makes him seem whiny, and irritating.

Bella, the main character, is an attractive teenage girl, who moves to a new town. She is unaware of her attractiveness, so as to give her cliched character some depth. Bella has pale skin and dark hair, as heroines of vampire fiction must be pale of skin and dark of hair. She listens to classical music, and reads classic books such as Pride and Prejudice, and Sense and Sensibility, her musical and literary choices an attempt to show how unique and how much of a maverick she is. Bella doesn't care about the popular things in high school, again another trait to show us that Bella is really cool without trying, which makes her extra cool. This poorly written attempt to make Bella into an interesting and multi-faceted character, falls short, as Bella has as much depth and personality as a sheet of paper. Her character really has no interests or personality, beyond her obsessive love with the vampire Edward. In fact, it seems the only point to Bella's life is to love Edward, as teenagers know so much about being in love. This is worse then an over-dramatized teenage romance, I could almost appreciate that. This is a soap-opera...with vampires.

Edward's character is absolutely perfect. A god among men. His beauty is overwhelming, and constantly noted, so we don't forget how amazingly beautiful he is. To prove how awesome Edward is, he doesn't hunt humans. No, Edward hunts mountain lions. It's nice to know that we have perfect god-like vampires killing off an endangered species, as humans aren't doing a good enough job of it. He falls in love with Bella, and her scent, which is beyond me. Edward's character is portrayed as a perfect being. He has lived far longer then Bella, making him far beyond her in emotional and mental maturity. Yet, he loves her, a flawed human who is still little more then a child. Which makes Edward, a pedophile.

All the characters are flat. Nothing is there to allow for the reader to connect with the character, to share their pain and love. Edward and the other vampires are too perfect, having the power of powers. A reader finds it impossible to identify with such absolute perfection. In fact, it is annoying, as how can there be any trials to overcome if the character is so perfect and amazing in every way? Bella has nothing to her character beyond love for Edward, she is just a card-board cutout to further the romance of the story.
The twisted farce of a true love that Twilight parades about is disturbing. A generation of young girls now believe their only goal in life to fall in love with Edward. The main character, Bella, isn't even liked by Twilight fans, as she is competition for Edward's love. Twilight has created a female character that reflects poorly on the gender, diminishing all respect toward women, and showing women to be weak-willed creatures always in need of rescuing. Twilight essentially tells young girls that the only point to a girl's life is to get a boyfriend. Find the perfect man, gain true love...and that's about it.

All of the above combines into what is one of the worse books in literature. It is a soap-opera, full of cliched, trite bullshit that is enough to make someone stop reading for good. There is nothing original or creative to the book. In fact, no one likes the book because they think it is original, or a good read. They like it for Edward, they want to be Edward's girlfriend. Congratulation Stephanie Meyer, you have convinced young girls that their only purpose in life is to be a girlfriend for Edward. I'm a romantic myself, guilty as charged, but there was no real romance to this book. Only a bizarre obsession between two characters, both of whom have personalities that are about as interesting and multi-faceted as a potato. This is not romance.

The book is a travesty toward vampire fiction, and romance in general. It is a sad state of affairs when a bestseller is so horrible, that there is absolutely nothing of value to it, beyond a nice cover picture. I hope that the younger generation eventually turns to better books, ones that have an actual point. A story, a message to tell, something that connects us all with a common theme, and characters that reflect our own short-comings and accomplishments. Unfortunately, that won't happen while Stephanie Meyer continues to write kiddie slash fiction. Perhaps all the money she gains from the books, book merchandise, and movie is worth what she has lost in artistic integrity. May all the gods of literature have mercy on her soul.

Trish inserts:

Again people, do not condemn this person (above) for dissecting the series, it is his/her opinion, you are entitled to yours, as am I. I think Stephanie Meyer is very clever, creating her own version of how vampires should be in her world - I applaud that, what's sad though is that the books swallow you whole and spits you out in the end, it's fast paced, taking you from point A to Z , leaving you craving for satisfaction when it ends, with a lot of question marks trailing in it's wake.
Point A. Bella finds Edward in the canteen - Point Z She dreams about him and soon it dawns onto her that she loves him... What happened in between exactly?
Point A. Edward meets Bella, and realizes she has a very potent scent, which he finds irresistible, which draws him to her (or repels him sometimes) and he is filled with the consuming urge to kill her, but his conscience kicks in and by some perverse twist of fate, he becomes her errant protector - Point Z he realizes that he has feelings for her too...

~Cricket sound echoing~

Just an opinion people, don't bite my head off for using what brain cells I have left...
It's a cool read if you were a hormonal teen who has yet to experience the bittersweet trials of "true love", or if you're just hoping to re-awaken the teen in you (longing for vampiric love and all that jazz)... after all, it is a tale that is tailor made for the kiddies or perhaps, the young at heart (grin), but for those who have gone beyond the realms of the "teen" mile post - or for those who posses a more diverse literary palate, and has savored and appreciated the timeless masterpieces of Anne Rice & marry it with a little Shakespeare.... allow yourself to think about it...
I'm not launching an all out propaganda against the book, no,no, I did enjoy it (some parts anyways) I'm just saying that it leaves a lot to be desired.
...

Quel dommage

As told by Edward ~spoof~ (click me)

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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Birthday Girl 2



And so the Fish Queen turned 22.

It's rather interesting how a person (for argument's sake, let us call her Trishiee) who balks at the idea of being the center of attention, ironically gets two surprise parties, two cakes, and tons of smiling chums.

Behemoth props goes to my hard-headed best budz (Mon & Mad) who knew very well that I didn't want a big bash (take note: this was surprise 1), but yes, for contradiction's sake, I loved it, and was deeply moved by it, that is, after I recovered from the "shock" which approximately took a looong ride home for the full effect of the moment to sink in... After a self- imposed state of "zombie mode" I was jazzed out from my drunken or half-dead stuper by the sight of the grinning faces of the people around me, little did I know, there was a surprise brewing. The details are a little fuzzy, I blame it on the "shock". Anyway, there it was a chocolate cake with 3 lit candles, plus m&m's chocolates patterned after the number 23 - yep, I did a double take on that... me? 23??? A very chagrinned Monny smiled sheepishly, Maddy had a good laugh, just to clear things up folks, I'm 22 - but the cake was soooo awesome. Seriously, I always wanted a cake with m&m's on them - wish granted. I got the cutest presents, a fish & dog shaped cookie from Maddy, a book from my sister & pasta!!!!!!- I got all that all before sunrise people, Thanks for the siomai Rene, and for showing up with Pizza - the sheer awesomeness of it all was overwhelming.
Squish & I had lunch at Bigbys, and he gave my my pressie, a book!!! Yey!


Fast forward to let us say around 5ish pm I was surprised yet again by the swing shift gang of VN with their Flounder bday card and cute green cake - If I could blush scarlett, but my skin color protects me from being overtly embarrassed, still, I would've been red as an apple as they sang and offered me the card & cake. Behemoth props again to the people who mastermined surprise 2 and who enjoyed coloring my Flounder card (love it). If I could get my tear ducts to function properly, I would've cried, but nope, not one drip, but just so you know, I was crying inside? haha. Really guys, what can I say? the "word nerd" is truthfully at a lost for words... Who knew turning 22 would be emm... a rather "ostentatious" slash glorious, and magnificent time / event. As I mentioned in my previous blog entry, I have learned differences between a gift and a present... Presents are objects wraped in colorful papers, or placed in boxes, while gifts... Gifts are intangible, to put it simply, they are priceless. (I'm having an emo moment) but I realized the real "gift" that I received was the presence of all my wonderful friends & loved ones awwwwwww... I couldn't ask for a more meaningful & wonderful moment to turn a year older...

Thank you guys....




Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Birthday Girl



11-20-86 BDAY Tomorrow, or by midnight tonight, I will be turning a year older. Well, it has finally come, the momentous day of my birth, the day I popped out my mother's.... err.... ah... right, where was I? Birthday!!! I'm not really bursting with merriment at the thought of turning a year older, it sounds as if I'm turning 100, rather than uhem... 22. It's no big deal I suppose, but for the life of me, I don't know why it's not entirely my piece of cake (no pun intended, you know, since it's my bday there will be cake?). I roll my eyes or subtly groan, like an aggrieved child, every time somebody cheerfully reminds me that it's going to be my birthday tomorrow. Over the years I have taken part in lavish celebrations, and a girl could get used to that type of treatment, you know? Birthdays tend to be a big deal for some people, myself included, but I don't know... I tire of the noise and presents... no, I'm joking I love the presents!!! Hmm... Therese Regina Marie, always the perennial brat. We'll see how it turns out alright?
Stay tuned...

Monday, November 17, 2008

What Becomes of The Broken Hearted?

As a thought enters my head, the opening lines of the song play...

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even

What makes a person a compelling writer, is it his/her ability to put words together, or their passion for a given topic? My definition of a great writer is a person who can walk in the shoes of others, one who can take an emotion and stretch it with his/her knack for using words to convey a powerful message. A blank page on the screen is no different from a empty canvas clamoring for a work of art to be created.
With that said, what emotion am I trying to yield inspiration from? The song: Breakeven by The Script. It is actually the key that allowed me to reflect on the subject of being heart broken.

Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that's gonna put her 1st
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and your ok
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces

It is true, hearts don't break even, there will always be one person who is besieged by the pain, while the other is just blissfully unaware of it - impervious to the other person's feelings.
Why is that? are people just callous by nature? I don't think so, I believe it's just that people find out that they deserve better, or wish for a reprieve from a life spent with a person that is filled with too much chaos. To be perfectly honest, people just move on, and tire from fighting for a relationship that is begetting more bedlam rather than contentment & peace.

They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no

What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces
(One still in love while the other ones leaving
I'm falling to pieces
(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven)

It hurts. Broken hearts don't mend by themselves, obviously. Some people tend to wallow in it, embrace the pain as it were - thinking that somehow they will die from so much agony.
Have I ever experienced the malady that we call a broken heart? Yes. It's hard, watching someone you love walk away from you, towards somebody else. It's excruciating trying to figure out what you did wrong, or was it ever enough - the things you did? It's a pity to find out that the person you loved was afflicted by ennui and sought out excitement in the arms or the company of another - and there you are, left to salvage what is left of your pride and pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
You took your suitcase, I took the blame.
Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains ooh
Cos you left me with no love and no love to my name.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayin' to a god that I don't believe in
Cos I got time while she got freedom
Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break
No it don't break
No it don't break even no...

"And this too, shall pass
" I heard that quote from the movie "My Best Friend's Wedding" the bellboy told Julia Robert's character that after she griped about her feelings. The thing is, the pain doesn't last forever, it is actually our choice to either drown on all that misery or just get up and move on - easier said than done, I suppose. Hearts will never be made practical until they become unbreakable, what becomes of the broken hearted? they write songs, write books, or find some way to rip the feelings out of them till the feeling ebbs and they find the joy of being whole again.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Wicked

I had the strangest dream today, I dreamt that I was being chased by a dragon. When I woke up & consulted my trusty online dream dictionary, this is what it had to say: "To dream of a dragon represents a struggle between the good and the dark sides of yourself."
My first thought upon reading this, "Tell me something I don't know".
Actually, it's no secret that I have this whole Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde split-personality thing going on. I can't put my finger on it exactly, but yes, I have the propensity to be sickeningly sweet one minute and then without warning, I morph into this vicious and wicked person - I can't really explain why, perhaps women are just made that way, or maybe I'm an extreme version of my species hmmm... But to shed light into this whole issue, based on the famous novel of Robert Louis Stevenson (Strange case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde).
He introduced the idea of the duality of human nature. Conveying the notion that both good and evil exists in every individual. There is an inner tension of both forces and from time to time, one of the forces may overpower the other and tip the balance - a person can either be naturally good or evil, as it were. The choice is up to them...
This leads us to the topic of the struggle of good and evil, extending to the knowledge of right and wrong...
We've seen it all I suppose, Superman VS Lex Luthor, Batman VS The Joker, Angels VS Devils... There is always that battle between the two forces, some of us end up cheering for one team, "Team Good", "Team Evil" but here's an interesting question, what pushes a person to go from being good to becoming somebody vile and just downright evil?
In the case of Harvey Dent in The Dark Knight, the death of his beloved Rachel shoved him into what we call "The point of no return" it's when the good guy becomes unhinged and takes matters into his/her own hands, they have the "Screw it" attitude, "Screw right or wrong..." that sort of thing and they just go with what their gut tells them. In Harvey's case, he unleashed justice via coin toss, fate decides whether his victim lives or dies... bla bla... either way, the dude who was one of the defenders of Gotham City, fell to the dark side thanks to a little push from The Joker - I guess that's how evil works, it was an absolutely wicked move. (Don't get me? Watch the movie).


Anyway, back to moi, as of late, or for a month now, I have allowed myself to become unhinged in a way, I mean, I have always been ruled by this notion that I should always be nice to everybody, that I should be polite and what not, but that whole act came back to bite me on the ass (pardon the language), and because of a rather unpleasant wake up call, my whole perception of being good ended up being flushed down the toilet, I went down with it... Clawing my way back up was not an experience that I relished or would want to relive ever! but to give credit to that rather dreadful ordeal, the journey allowed me to stop and smell the dirt and grime and (pardon me again) the crap (which is the total opposite of stopping to smell the roses)... Yes, an inner voice spoke to me, a voice that I have ignored since the beginning, and it told me things that ripped the wound open... every day. As the truth sank in, something broke inside of me and much like the contents of Pandora's box - all hell broke loose...

So what is this dream telling me exactly? Hmm....

“All things truly wicked start from an innocence.”
~Ernest Hemingway~



Thursday, November 6, 2008

Air Spud


Ladies and Gentlemen I give you the new addition to the new breed of wonder athletes of the canine world: Air Spud.
Yeah, you read that right. Sadly, I wasn't around for the awesome moment. By the way, Spud, is my Shih Tzu pup, actually I'm not sure he's a Shih Tzu he looks more like a Chow Chow - I really don't know how that happened, he was a tiny bugger, who had to be heavily medicated on account that he had the sniffles as a pup, I'm guessing all those antibiotics caused some sort of mutation that allowed him to go POOF! Seriously, he's quite chubby for a Shih Tzu.


Anyway, Here's the story, I got home from work, which was around 1am and my sister (who was miraculously awake at the time) excitedly yammered on about Spud's amazing adventure. Prior to that, I woke up on that day hoping to be greeted by my rather pudgy pooch only to realize that he had been kidnapped by my sister and carted off to Sacred Heart Jesuit for a another fun filled story added to Spudee's day out adventures. Anyway, my sister was saying "It was sooo kewl!!!" everbody loved Spud blah blah blah. I wasn't surprised since Spud is quite popular anyway, but here's the part where I went "AWWWWWWWW". According to my sister, Spud was walking around the grounds os SHSJ, he sat on the grass (probably amazed by the feel of it, since we don't have grass at home, just a lot of dirt anc concrete) so, there he was in all his pudgy and adorable glory watching the world around him without a care - that is, until he spied a bunch of kids playing soccer. It seems the kids who were having their P.E. class were practicing, their balled rolled all the way to our fuzzy mammoth of a canine, and what does he do? He pushes the ball with his nose. The ball rolls away and the kids, as well as my Mother & Sister, watch in amazement as Spudee runs around with the soccer ball. The kids play along and somehow their teacher tells them "At least the dog knows how to play Soccer".


When my sister finished her narration, I was amazed, Spud, who somehow knew that we were talking about him, padded his way towards me and panted, his tongue sticking out. "Well, well, Fatty" I told him, "And here I thought you only loved to eat & sleep. Who knew, you were into sports?" at that, Spud tipped his head to the side. I don't recall ever allowing him to watch "Air Bud" I have no idea where he got his penchant for rubber balls & etc. This pooch has been spoiled rotten by my parents. He has clothes and toys, and he rides around in our car like he owns it. Ha ha Air Spud Hmmm.... I can see it now, Spud having his own film - Beverly Hills Chiuaua watch out!