Snow White: A Tale Of Terror

first of all, this is not a a real movie review. Just some random thoughts and insights about the movie Snow White: A Tale of Terror.

I remember seeing the title in one of my friends' blogs last time, but i don't remember whose it was. It seemed familiar, but I'm not sure if I'd watched it before.

I was really bored this afternoon, so I tried to do something that wouldn't involve much mind work. After exhausting Google and YouTube searches of "Johnny Depp", I decided to download the movie. But that would take hours, so I just tried searching for its trailer in YouTube. Unexpectedly, I found the full-length movie. haha. So I just watched it.

Snow White: A Tale of Terror is a much darker tale of Snow White. It is far far different from the one Disney popularized where there are singing animals and a Snow White who canNOT sing. LOL. This one is really dark and the stepmother's more evil. The closest thing to the Brothers Grimm version kuno. I don't know about that. I haven't read that version. hehe.

Anyway, the film began with Mr. and Mrs. Hoffman (yes Snow White's family name was Hoffman and her name wasn't really Snow White) in a carriage in the woods. There were wolves around there and it was really creepy. blablabla. Unfortunately, they met a carriage accident that caused the death of Mrs. Hoffman. But before she died she told her husband to save the baby, so Mr. Hoffman performed a Caesarian operation on Lilian so she could "deliver" the baby. Thus, "Snow White" who was really Lilian (or Lily), named after Mrs. Hoffman, grew up without a mother.

I Found Neverland

Since my brother wrote something about Finding Neverland, I will write about it too. lol. hisaan ko daan ya. haha. Joke. While he focused on the theme of the movie and the lessons he learned, I, on the other hand will talk about Johnny Depp. hahaha.

For the most part of the film, I wasn't really watching so I'm not sure if I got the message of the movie correctly. hehehe. Well, okay, I was but through the mirror because I was having my hair done by our helper. And for the most part, yes, Johnny Depp's accent distracted me! That's because I thought J.M. Barrie was british. I kept telling my brother that Johnny Depp was speaking in Scottish accent when he's supposed to be British. Little did I know that J.M. Barrie was, in fact, a Scottish author. LOL.

For those who do not know or just forgot, J.M. Barrie wrote Peterpan, one of the books I have NEVER read and did NOT like to read. I don't know why. Maybe I didn't like the idea of a flying boy who believed in fairies or going to a place where you will never grow up but meet a ticking crocodile and a pirate lord with a hook for a hand. I don't really know.

They say reading Peterpan from an adult's (though I'm not yet an adult technically) point of view is a different experience. I might give it a try one of these days.

And now, going back to Johnny Depp. In Finding Neverland, he was as hot as ever with that sexy, however distracting, Scottish accent. He really never fails to make me fall in love with him, that man. The first time I ever saw him was in Edward Scissorhands, and that was about 12 or 13 years ago. Of course as young as I was then, I still didn't know that men could be hot too, thus I never knew that several years later I would fall in love with the man who creeped me out by having scissors for fingers.

So, how did this affair with Johnny Depp (wahaha! asa! *repeat til fade*) begin? Pirates of the Caribbean. LOL. Don't ask why, but I fell in love at first sight of him in Pirates. It must be his eyeliner that caught my attention or his beard. Eitherway, I don't care. From that day forth, I firmly resolved (daw act of contrition eh!) that Johnny Depp will be the man I will spend the rest of my life with (LOL. asa *repeat til fade again*).

Seriously, Johnny Depp is the hottest actor alive. And even when he dies, he'll still be the hottest actor for me. hahaha.

Sembreak Bookfest

I was able to finish reading a total of six books during the sem break. one I finished before I went to Magallon and the five when I was in Magallon for a week. Here are the books.

Stainless Longganisa by Bob Ong. This is my favorite Bob Ong book, so far. It's not as funny as ABNKKBSNPLAko or as boring as Ang Paboritong Libro ni Hudas, but I think this was written for me. LOL. Seriously, this is a funny book, but it does not fail to deliver its message -- Never be afraid to write. Now you know why I think this was written for me. haha

Coraline by Neil Gaiman. This book brings me back to my childhood, not because it is a children's book, but because it's sort of Neil Gaiman's version of Alice in Wonderland. A door, a key, a cat -- do they ring a bell? It's almost as disturbing as Alice in Wonderland. Almost because it did not freak me out the same way Alice in Wonderland did. But it must also be because I'm already 19. :]

Saving My First Kiss by Lisa Velthouse. I thought it was another boring Christian book i made a mistake of buying. I was wrong. After reading the first few pages, I couldn't put down the book anymore. My brother kept sighing everytime he saw (or heard) me giggling alone in one corner. This is a kilig book about waiting for the person God has prepared for you and you alone. PS: The author was 20 when she wrote the book and confessed that she never had a boyfriend or suitors all her life. hmmmm... Relate. hahaha.

The 500 People You Meet In Hell by Jessica Zafra. This book makes me wish I had an ex who cheated on me then accused me of cheating on him, so when he dies and goes to hell, he can watch me have dinner with--hold your breath--JOHNNY DEPP (now scream!) while he's being roasted with an apple in his mouth. *evil laugh*

Twisted 6 by Jessica Zafra. Angst. This book is full of it. Jessica Zafra is not just sarcastic and cynical in this book. There's hardly anything that pleases this woman, except perhaps the movie "Tuhog" which she chose over Pay It Forward, saying the latter was "worth the price of admission"; She got her ticket for free. I mean, who gets mad because people want to watch a film about giving random acts of kindness? Don't get me wrong, though. This is a good book. It's entertaining just as long as you don't read it in one sitting, in which case you'll end up with so much anger in your heart.

Red Sea Rules by Robert Morgan. Back in high school, I can say that that I had a strong relationship with God, but when college started, my relationship with God weakened. Because unlike in high school where I was a member of the Campus Peer Ministry and I attended the mass in La Salle every Saturday, in college I did not join any similar organization and (though I hate to admit) I did not attend the mass regularly anymore. So I thought I need to return to God and ought to read something Christian. I found this book somewhere at home (It's my mom's actually). It's written by an american pastor. It tells us that "the same God who led us in will lead us out". It provides 10 rules in dealing with life's difficulties. My favorite rules (is there such a thing as favorite rule?) are: RULE # 1: Realize that God means for you to be where you are and RULE # 4: Pray.

I'm currently reading...

The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. I bought this book 2 years ago. January 31, 2005 according to what I'd written on the cover. hehe. I was never able to finish the book because I gave it to my dad who never read it. So I took it back and started reading from page 1.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. I loved the movie Pride and Prejudice, so I bought the book.

Mythology by Edith Hamilton. I was never really interested in Mythology, but I feel that I should learn about these gods and goddesses. Glad my brother bought this book.

three books at a time. sounds crazy, right? haha. But I do that all the time.

I've never had an adventure like this in months!

I will never forget this day until my ghost haunts the Solomon Hall or roam the streets of Manville.

First of all, the moment I woke up I felt the worst sense of dread knowing that I am facing my ultimate end. Being (or just trying to be) slightly optimistic and (not trying at all to be) slightly pessimistic, I texted all my Smart (could either mean the network or intelligent.. eitherway it would be true.) classmates "Good morning! Today is the beginning of our end. hehe. God bless us all BN2A!" while trying my best to remember the things which I have not studied. Oh yeah. It's easier to remember the things I have studied than the ones I have not. Aside from the obvious fact that one can hardly remember what he/she did not try to put into his/her mind, I can just count with my fingers and toes the things that I intentionally memorized slash understood.

Second, having to take two minor subjects and one major subject in one day with only 2-hour intervals entails a big sacrifice. One could choose to sacrifice his sleeping time, eating time, blogging time, favorite TV show, favorite book, favorite music, chatting time, etcetera, but I chose not to sacrifice any of the things above. I chose to give up studying for my Strat and History exams for the sake of Anatomy. Okay, so I just read my Strat handouts and did not bother to read the History handouts at all. I decided to start burying myself in my Anatomy book at 8 PM. I did study, but by 10 PM, my eyes were already drooping and my trapezius was already doing a very bad job in extending my neck. It seemed my Platysma was doing most of the work. So I decided to take a nap which eventually became a 5-hour sleep. LOL. I woke up at 3:30 and continued studying.

Third, I arrived at school very unprepared for the Strat exam, but I was relieved to find out that most of us are not ready at all. We all looked hopeless. With all our eyebags and haggard looking faces, we just laughed and kept asking for the day to be over.

Fourth, after the Strat exam, I went to the IS Library hoping to find a quiet place to memorize muscles, bones, and cranial nerves. I wasn't disappointed. I was the only student in the library.

Fifth, judgment hour came and I was there confined in the four walls with no escape. I had to answer the 100-item Lecture exam and 100-item Lab exam or face the world without a future. All my brain cells died! Gawd was it hard. But when it was over, I felt a sudden rush of life flow through my dead body. I even committed blasphemy when I told Melissa, "Daug ta pa ni si Jesus. Kapila na ta ya napatay kag nabanhaw!"

Sixth, you already know that I sacrificed History last night, but I just can't bear the thought of me failing a minor subject and history at that, so I tried to study in just an hour and a half. Unfortunately I wasn't able to finish studying, so I only got to remember the first few pages of my notes. And guess what the type of exam was. FILL IN THE BLANKS. and it wasn't just any simple fill in the blanks. The handouts given to us was right there in front of more or less 90 eyes in S12, VERBATIM with 100 blanks. Poor us. But of course, when Mr. Bayona is your teacher, you would always expect some twists. It's hard not to expect something unexpected with Super Bayona. *wink wink*

Seventh, I was soaked when i got home. Well, you (I'm referring to my friends) all know how long and winding the road of Manville is, right. So, there was bagyong Egay part 2 this afternoon and I didn't have any rain gear with me. My biggest problem even when I was just in the jeepney was how to get home witthout getting wet. I texted our helper to fetch me with an umbrella if there was no tricycle available, but the rain was just intolerable that our helper just took refuge in the guard house which explains why I saw no sign of her when I went down the jeepney. Having enough sense I did not run in the rain, instead went to the store nearby and waited for the helper to arrive. She, however did not arrive. Instead, she texted me saying she can't fetch me because there was only one umbrella and the tricycle driver can't either because the rain was like a super typhoon. After a few minutes, though, the driver decided to just come and fetch me because it seemed that there was no chance at all that the rain would stop. So there. It did not stop me from getting wet from the waist down, though. And yeah, I was trying so hard to protect my Anatomy books. They're worth 1 million, you know!

In a nutshell, today was just unbelievable!

PS: I want to meet Ping Medina.

The Day I Met Someone From My History Book

                    Dr. Antoon Postma and me.                              Talking with Dr. Postma.

Two days ago, Mr. Jojo Bayona, my Philippine History teacher informed us that our class was among those classes that were chosen to attend the symposium at Santuario de La Salle today. As to what symposium that would be, we did not know, nor did Mr. Bayona.

On the evening of that same day, my Sociology and Anthropology teacher, Mr. Virgilio Aguilar told us the same thing. The only difference was that he told us what the symposium would be about. It turned out that we were invited to see and listen to Dr. Antoon Postma, a sociologist and the noted scholar of the Mangyan Culture.

The words of Mr. Aguilar sent impulses to my sympathetic nervous system! I couldn't believe what I just heard - the famous researcher in history books comes to give us a talk??? I couldn't describe how excited I became right at that moment. For some of my classmates, perhaps, it wasn't such a big thing, but for me who had always been fascinated by anything  that and anyone who has something to do with history, it was such a great opportunity I wouldn't trade for anything.

This morning was the big day I was waiting for. I was glad that we came early to Santuario so we had good seats. I honestly wanted to sit on the one of the chairs in the first row right in front of the podium, but my classmates started occupying the seats in the second row. Partly embarrassed and partly afraid that the first row seats were reserved for some people, I sat with my friends in the second row. Mr. Bayona, however, told us to occupy the seats in front, so we did!

We waited for a few minutes before Dr. Postma came, and bless me! He sat right beside Fritz who was just two seats away from me! Oh my, was I ecstatic, and I was then telling Fritz to let me have his seat so I could talk with Dr. Postma. I was so thankful he agreed. So then, there I was sitting beside Dr. Postma not knowing what to say to him exactly. Finally I said something (though it was a bit stupid. I even forgot to introduce myself. haha).

"Good morning, sir. That's your daughter in the museum right?" I asked. The next moment I was already talking to him animatedly before the symposium began. On the occasions that I became really excited about what I was asking and telling him, my voice became higher. It became highest when I told him I was really interested in Mangyan script because the characters look like Chinese and Arabic in one. lol.

He told me about how he came to the Philippines, showed me the primer on Mangyan Script (which he was surprised to find out that I have one at home), surprised to know that owl in Hiligaynon is also bukaw like in Mangyan, said "Why do you still call it a dialect?! It's a language!" when I referred to Hiligaynon as a dialect, etc. etc.

Dr. Postma was a kind and funny man. I'll never forget this day. And by the way, I got his autograph too. haha.

The Special Feature on the Laguna Copperplate in my brother's book.