Myth (part 2)

My mother was born in a different part of the Philippines from my dad. She had more myths to talk to me about.

She said there was a half-man, half-horse (I’m guessing it’s like a Greek centaur) that scared people. Our new dog reminded her of that creature and justified that that was why other dogs were scared of her and barked at her like she was an evil presence.

She said that when people die, their soul remains in our world for nine days. Why? I don’t know. My mom wasn’t the type to be scared of ghosts–she loves horror–so when she sounded scared when she talked about it the day her grandmother died, I have to admit, I freaked out a bit.

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Myth (part 1)


My parents came from the Philippines. They raised my sister and me in the United States and judged it would be better to allow us to focus our language-learning skills on English. They didn’t teach me much about my culture, and I wouldn’t understand when people asked me about the Philippines, the culture, the food–I couldn’t even point where the Philippines was in my geography class in fourth grade.

That being said, my parents didn’t teach me about their childhood stories or anything like that. My sister and I grew up learning Mexican myths, Greek mythology, and other mythologies–but we didn’t know anything from the Philippines.

In seventh grade, my English teacher from Pennsylvania asked to describe a myth–from anywhere. She said it could be Greek, American, Mexican, French–anything. She was extremely interested in the stories she would hear from us. We were given the weekend.

I asked my dad about a story he told my sister and me long ago. It was about a bird whose poop could turn people into stone. He didn’t teach us fully about it, but I always thought it was an interesting story.

He said it was the story of the Ibong Adarna.

Ibong, I eventually learned, meant bird. As for Adarna, my dad said it was just a name and that there was no translation.

It turns out, my dad didn’t know much about the story either. I read the story from Wikipedia out loud to my dad, and he was surprised at some parts because he couldn’t remember them.

Long story short, it was about three princes (or at least, that’s what I remember since reading it in seventh grade) going after the legendary bird. Why–I can’t remember. If you’re interested, you can look at the link. Remember, human memory is flawed in some way always. On the first two princes, the bird pooped on them, and they turned into stone. The third one achieved his goal of getting what he needed from the bird. Then there was something about a talisman and marrying girls and moving mountains and maybe a well? I don’t know. It’s pretty foggy in my mind.

Schedule – Am I Really Up for It?

So, I don’t really spend a lot of time on WordPress anymore… ūüė¶

Plus, I’m a senior in high school, searching for a college, getting college applications ready, finalizing my resume, getting my transcripts, testing and testing and testing, etc.

But–really. There is always something that pulls me back here. I guess it’s because I like to write. Maybe because I like the idea that my thoughts are put into words that are viewable to the world. Whatever the reason is, I need a schedule.

So, if I do go through with this “schedule”, you can expect to see me post maybe 2 – 3 times a week. And… hopefully, I put in some story format post just because I love writing stories or semi-story types of things (I honestly don’t know how to explain it, but when you read one, you just understand it’s like a story) once (at least) a week.

If I do go through this “schedule”, you can expect that most of the posts will be scheduled. Most of them will not be current or written on that day just for the sake of a continuous flow instead of the stop-go-stop-go-stop-stop type of rhythm I do.

Little edit though since I don’t want to put this in another post: I might add “letters”. Quotes on “letters” since I didn’t really expect to post them anywhere, so most of these pre-written letters can come off as cruel (but that’s just the way I write with pen and paper). Also, most of these letters are addressed to random groups of people. For example, I think I put to the teen, to the reader, to the blah, blah, blah. Really, whoever I’m “addressing” is usually a general population. Also, I will be writing exactly what I put in the letters, so pardon the grammar mistakes and run-on sentences. Plus, all of what I write as “letters” are little things I wrote on an actual notebook, meaning I’m more personal, thoughtful, and emotional when I wrote it. Plus-plus, the format that I write these “letters” in aren’t exactly the normal formal types of letters. They’re more like diary entries, I guess.

Another edit (oh no, this is turning out longer than I thought) – I thought that I would have enough time to think of enough ideas if I’m scheduling things, and apparently, I don’t. Why, well, I’ll save that for another time. Right now, I’m making this edit to explain that I might write random stories that might not seem to make sense if you don’t know the background to them. You see, I imagined up this whole world where people have magic and powers, and there’s kingdoms and princes and princesses… You know, a bunch of fairytale stuff. I made that when I was about nine years old. Then junior high hit and the world became slightly darker with actual purpose. Then high school came crashing down on my world, and it’s a bit… dark. But, yeah, fairytales and magic and all that good stuff. (This is actually the simplest explanation I’ve given for almost anything.) That being said, I might actually post stuff that I wrote from a long time ago (sixth grade or younger) to a bit more recently but still in the past (like two months ago).

Hope I do though. XD


For those of you who haven’t found out yet or haven’t realized yet, my blog is quite extremely random… yet I try my best to categorize things.

Anyways, it’s been a while since I posted anything on a regular basis, and since it’s still summer vacation for me, I guess I’ll try to post some random junk at least once a day.

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Unbroken–Movie vs. Book

Okay, I just finished reading Unbroken by¬†Laura Hillenbrand (excluding the epilogue which I will soon finish), and I watched the movie a couple… months ago? I didn’t plan on reading the book; it was just tossed into my summer reading assignments to annotate.

That being said, it may seem like I know very little or understood very little since I was forced to read a book. Well guess what, I was even forced to watch the movie with my friends who dragged me there. Before the movie, I knew absolutely¬†nothing. I didn’t know what was going on.

But before I get started, I just want to say… yes, there may be spoilers.


Right in the beginning, it’s just like there’s a guy on a plane, it seems like there’s a fight with a bunch of shooting, and there’s a guy who’s been shot. It was intense. I never expected that as the beginning (or anything at all because, as mentioned before, I had no idea what was going on). Everything in that scene was so incredibly amazing–

Until I read that scene in the book. With the book, you could feel the emotional aspect of it. Though that’s not how the story begins and is rather in the middle, the reader gets a wallop of heartracing tension right there. You learn that while the guy is shooting guns, there’s a lone pilot trying to control a shot plane, and there are the main character and the c0-pilot trying to help those who were shot. You feel your heart beat as the enemy plane is rising up from the clouds, ready to shoot. You feel shocked and relieved to know the last¬†man left shooting (who has also been injured) is the one who shoots down that pilot.

Yeah–the book’s got details. I mean, every book has details–not to say movies don’t have details. They really do, but only if you spot them. When you read, you kind of¬†have to spot the details (especially if you’re annotating a book for summer reading). I thought it was great to also have an imagination of how things worked out as I tried to find out how each detail fit into place for each scene.

But I have to admit, the movie was pretty good. There are visuals. I know what you’re thinking–yeah, I know, so what? Well, even if you read a book, sometimes it gets so crowded and confusing in your head with the bunch of characters in a single room. I got confused with Kano and Kono from the book. But if I saw their faces in a movie? It would be a whole lot less confusing. Plus, with a movie, there are great dramatic effects that not even a book could get. Combined with music, different shooting angles, colors, and a whole bunch of things both viewers and I don’t know, a movie could really tug on you. When Louie lifts the wooden beam for a long period of time, and the Bird just watches him, it gets kind of… draggy in the book. I mean, it was good that you knew what Louie felt, but in the movie? People cheered him on. He lifted a wooden beam and would not give up. His captor was angry since he felt defeated by the way a POW could just defy him with a single notion. Yeah–those three sentences were expressed way better in the movie.

It’s great there’s visuals, but in my opinion, there are some things you have to stick to in the book. I understand there are creative liberties when filming a movie based on a book, but… based on pictures I’ve seen in the book, Phil is not blond. (okay, it’s not that bad, but for some reason I get upset with issues like Annabeth’s hair color from the book to the movie). I’m also pretty sure there a whole lot skinnier and bonier.

With the book, there was also details of other crazy captors, like the Quack (poor Harris), the Weasel, and a bunch of others. They describe the way they abused POWs, and I for one felt terrible when the Quack hits Harris’s head. I mean, come on, the guy with photographic memory couldn’t remember anyone the next day! You would feel sorry for people when they were abused as you read throughout the book. Readers may even feel as heartbroken as the prisoners when Gaga the duck was killed.

But, although some people would appreciate details, there are sometimes… when the details give out too much information. Since when did I want to know that the Bird ate stool samples of dysentery patients? Why would I want to know the Bird reaches sexual climax when hitting POWs? I’m in HIGH SCHOOL, and I completely regret reading that, even if it’s such a trivial detail to others. I didn’t want to know that. There are limits to details.

Also, some characters don’t even seemed to be mentioned (or at least not often) in the movie. Where was Kono, Kano, the Weasel, Cecy, Cynthia, and all the others? Weren’t they important? It may have been viewed as a distraction of the main story, but reading the book with them included made it seem better.

There were parts not included in the movie too. It never mentions the PTSD, the abusing of his wife (speaking of which, how he met and married his younger wife quickly), the stress rash on Louie’s mom’s hands, Phil’s life as he marries his beloved Cecy, and everything else.

So, if I had to choose book or movie… I’d have to go with the book.

You may say I’m bias, that I probably like books better than movies, but believe me: every person that knows me knows that I absolutely¬†hate¬†books. I hate reading because it may take ten chapters to get through a day in the book. I’ve heard of a whole book describing one second. There are too many details. There are too many things to process. And there are¬†way too many things to analyze. I sometimes scrutinize over a¬†history book, looking over previous chapters to see if that name popped up before in the past. I look at books and make references to other pages that may be related to that page. I once drank three cups of coffee right away just to finish reading three chapters for school. In short, books are an eyesore. So trust me, I’m way more surprised than you to know that I chose the book over the movie.

Well, that’s it for today. I know. I haven’t been online. You know what I was doing? Reading¬†Unbroken and occasionally getting dragged to stores by my family¬†who won’t leave me alone in the house.

And whether you agree with me or not, feel free to look up both. I thought they were incredible stories of a man who will¬†never give up–a man with an unbroken spirit and an unbroken humanity, a man, who as he lived his running days, had an unbroken record. And nothing has ever broken this resilient man enough for him to give up.