Disney Alert

>> Saturday, May 16, 2009

I must confess, my Yaedah is a Disney addict.

She's totally crazy over Disney movies, soundtracks and figures. She believes in fairies and far away kingdoms. She loves to mimic her favorite princesses, Ariel and Cinderella. She almost perfected the lines of Disney movies, sings well and watching it is part of her daily activities. We enjoyed watching it together but behind every happy endings, there's an unmasked impact of motivating my child to be aggressive and violent. Just wanna share some insights on how serious we should treat these movies with proper guidance when our kids watch it:

(From http://www.cracked.com/article_16905_7-classic-disney-movies-that-taught-us-terrible-lessons.html)

Classic Disney Movies That Taught Us Terrible Lessons

The Lion King: To Be Successful, Sometimes People Got to Die

Simba always knew that he was going to succeed his father, Mufasa, as the next Lion King. But fate liked spitting in poor little Simba's face, and his dear old dad got trampled to death by wildebeests. Of course, Mufasa's death was really caused by the evil Scar, Simba's uncle.

Later, all grown up, he reclaims his thrown and Scar suffers the double whammy of falling off a cliff and getting torn apart by hyenas. So after two particularly nasty and horrendous deaths, Simba finally becomes the lion king.

The Supposed Message:

We all have responsibilities we can't ignore. And don't trust that creepy uncle.

The Actual Message:

In order for you to be successful, other people will have to pay. And ultimately, that's okay, because the ends justify the means!

First you have Scar, who knew he couldn't be king of the pridelands until that dick Mufasa and his brat son were out of the way. So Scar did away with both of them, killing Mufasa and banishing Simba, and, as a result, he got to be king for a descent amount of time.

Then when Simba started to grow some balls, he took back his throne... but only after Scar himself took a dirt nap. It's true that Simba didn't intentionally kill him, but you know who did? The screenwriter. After all, the movie doesn't end with Simba convincing Scar to renounce his evil ways, or putting Scar in lion jail.

In fact, Lion Jail isn't even real.

No, the message was sent loud and clear: Simba could not be the true king unless Scar was dead. And they even arranged it so that Simba wouldn't have any of the pesky guilt that would have come with actually doing the deed himself. Everyone lived happily ever after. Except Scar of course, whose body was slowly pooped out by several hyenas the next day.

Cinderella: Sort of Like "The Secret"

Cinderella is forced by her bitchy stepmother to clean the house from stem to stern every day. The only thing that prevents her from swallowing a bottle of pain killers is her belief that someday her dreams will come true.

One day Cinderella plans to attend a ball thrown by the prince, but the fact that she has a cutthroat bitch for a stepmother completely slipped her mind. She is forbidden from going.

Luckily, it turns out Cinderella has a fairy godmother, who uses her magic to hook Cinderella up with a ride, a beautiful outfit and a pair of what would seem like grossly impractical glass heels. At the ball Cinderella uses her innate flirting skills and rocks the prince's world, to the point that the next day the prince whisks her away to be his princess.

The Supposed Message:

Dreams do come true!

The Actual Message:

If you wait around long enough, the universe will practically hand stuff to you.

"Could you fix my credit score while you're at it?"

No one is denying the fact that Cinderella's life was one big shit stain. But in her state of mind, she actually thought that her dreams would just sort of happen if she sat around being miserable long enough. It never occurred to her that she had the ability to just tell her stepmother to go.

Instead she kept scrubbing floors and believing that, if she continued to wish very hard and take absolutely no action, everything would fall into place. And what do you know, the bitch gets a kingdom out of it.

So don't worry, girls. Some kind of "Fairy Godmother" will sweep into your life at any moment, and find you a man to take care of everything. Just keep wishing!

The Little Mermaid: A Little Deal with the Devil Never Hurt Nobody

A little mermaid named Ariel, who is presumably little in title only since she has one impressively big rack, dreams of living her life on shore and finding her true love. Well, a clearly evil sea-witch named Ursula offers to give the naive mermaid legs in exchange for something she probably might need in the future: her voice.

When Ariel makes it to shore, she realizes the Sea-Bitch screwed her, as her legs work with the grace of a drunken paraplegic and she can't speak. So now she must somehow make Prince Eric fall in love with her while appearing to be either mute or retarded.

By some miracle, the prince takes the bait (again, note the rack) but then Ursula, who in the cartoon seems to be portrayed as a black drag queen, goes after the couple. The prince is forced to kill Ursula by stabbing her with a ship. As a result, Ariel gets both her legs and her voice.

The Supposed Message:

True love conquers all!

The Actual Message:

A little compromise with evil is okay, as long as everything works out okay in the end!

Ariel loved to sing, and she sang pretty damn well. But she wanted to live on shore and find love so bad that she made a "deal" with a "devil" and "sells" her beautiful voice, or "soul" so to speak.

And guess what? It worked. Sure, the writers threw in some complications in the form of Prince Eric having to send Ursula straight to Disney Hell, but the fact of the matter remains that Ariel would never have gotten to meet Prince Eric at all had she not compromised with the evil queen in the first place. She made a figurative deal with the devil, got everything she wanted and came out completely unscathed.

So keep that in mind if you have to, say, sleep with some dude to get that acting role. None of that will matter once you achieve your dreams!

Beauty and the Beast: Just Because He's Abusive, Doesn't Mean He's Not a Really Good Guy

After a spoiled prince pretty much tells an old beggar woman to fuck off, he is transformed into a beast, as it turns out the beggar is an enchantress. And she makes it very clear that until he learns to love and thus is loved in return, there will be no ladies in his life and it's just going to be him and his hand for a very long time.

As luck would have it, there happens to be a woman out there named Belle with a heart big enough to share with unfortunate-looking people such as the Beast, and she's not too bad to look at either. When her father is kidnapped by the Beast, Belle offers herself in exchange for his freedom.

Against all odds, they fall in love. The townspeople snap and try and kill the Beast, but because Belle admits she loves him, the Beast turns back into a man and the two live happily ever after.

The Supposed Message:

Treat others the way you wish to be treated!

The Actual Message:

Underneath the abusive exterior of your man is a loving heart he's just dying to share with you.

First of all, Belle was a prisoner in the Beast's fucking castle. Nothing says "I love you" like house arrest. Secondly, he wasn't exactly whispering sweet nothings in her ear. The Beast hurled insults at Belle at every chance, and came close to pimp slapping her on more than one occasion.

But she ignored all that unimportant trivia, because the Beast had a loving heart! Sure he gets angry sometimes, but that's just how he is. And, in the end, he turned back into a sexy, romantic prince. It's all good now.

Her patience paid off, girls, and it will for you, too! If you just stick with it and don't judge your man too harshly. Or call the cops.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame: The Ugly Dude Never Gets the Girl

Quasimodo is born with a hunched back and a face that only a mother could love. Too bad his mother gets killed by an asshole named Frollo.

Quasimodo moves into the bell tower of a cathedral and becomes the hunchback of Notre Dame. He then winds up in a love triangle with the lovely gypsy Esmeralda and the aforementioned Frollo.

When spurned by the girl, Frollo tries to burn Esmeralda at the stake. Quasimodo rescues her and, after that, the twisted, malformed freak is able to freely go out in public without people pointing and shaking their fists at the sky in reaction to God's twisted design. Quasimodo and Esmeralda get married and... oh, wait, no. She winds up with some other dude.

"The order goes: handsome guy, then the goat and then you, Quasimodo."

The Supposed Message:

Don't judge a book by its cover!

The Actual Message:

Ugly guys don't get the girl, even if they're devoted and awesome. That's just how it works, sorry.

From the first moment Quasimodo laid his misshapen eyes on her, the poor dope was madly in love with Esmeralda. They seemed destined for each other. French society had given both of them the middle finger, and they both liked sticking it to Frollo.

But just as Quasimodo was starting to feel good about himself, Esmeralda meets another guy: the dashing and completely non-deformed Captain Phoebus. And who in their right mind would pass up tall, dark and handsome for short, pale and abominable?

Quasimodo ended up alone while Phoebus and Esmeralda made some sweet, sweet gypsy magic. So for you hideous guys out there, true love and heroism is great and all, but at the end of the day, we just can't have you infecting the gene pool.

Sleeping Beauty: If a Guy Saves Your Ass, it Belongs to Him

There's always that one person who wasn't invited to the party for very good reasons, but feels they are entitled to show up anyway. The party crasher in this Disney movie happens to be a very powerful, very evil fairy named Maleficent who curses the birthday girl, Princess Aurora, to prick her finger on a spindle of all things and, well, die.

Suddenly, the music stops with a needle scratch and there's an awkward silence as the evil bitch makes her exit. However, a fellow party-going fairy counteracts the curse by blessing the princess, saying that the princess will instead merely fall asleep until a prince--and she means any prince--comes along and pretty much date rapes her.

"Man, if any of you were princes, I'd totally be giving it away for free, straight up. You don't even know."

Sure enough, Aurora falls asleep. But then Prince Philip (who has been stalking the princess) kills Maleficent, then kisses the princess and probably enjoys a grope fest, which will remain the prince's little secret and Aurora's repressed memory as they live happily ever after.

The Supposed Message:

True love will conquer all!

The Actual Message:

That guy who comes along and saves you from a crisis? Marry him! He's the one!

"Let's just skip to the vows, I'm in a hurry."

When a rational woman wakes up to find a man practically on top of her, their first instinct would be to reach for the mace. Not our princess; she basically didn't know his ass from Adam, but she went ahead and married the guy. One kiss at the right time, and she knew she had found Mr. Right.

You may notice that this winds up as the exact polar opposite of the Hunchback of Notre Dame lesson, taken so far in the other direction that it winds up being even more wrong. Never mind that "compatibility" stuff and the all the time it takes for most folks to find out if they have it. If you're in a tough spot and a handsome guy saves the day, you instantly belong to him. Forever and ever!

Though we guess it only works if you're not a hunchback.

If there's one thing i should be forever indebted to Disney world, it has taught my daughter to believe that good deed bears good results.


Being at School

August 24, 2007

By this time, it's so heart-warming to jot down her improvements on visual and writing skills. Her first day at school last June 13, 2007 was really an amazement to me. She was so independent though shy and quiet. She never cried nor look for me when i left her inside the room, unlike most of her classmates who cries when being left behind by their moms and yaya's.

At St. Joseph Learning School - Nursery 1

The first two weeks at school was so stressful to her. She doesn't want to write or follow her teacher's instructions. She doesn't know the colors yet but she's already good in recognizing the shapes and alphabet. Her world at school revolves entirely at her "baon", non-stop chattering to her seatmates, and funny because she often snarl to other kids who keeps on running inside the room. She would even make tantrums over her classmates "baon". Sometimes, she doesn't want to eat her "baon" because what she wants was her classmates "baon". She just merely play, listen and eat during the first 2 weeks.

After 1 month, she excelled already in colors and how to hold the pencil right. She can also strightly follow the dotted lines and she began to learn how to trade her baon to other kids. She sings and recites poem well with actions and full of facial expression and in a loud voice.

Aside from her school, she has learned how to make stories out of her imaginations. She can talk 99% clearly (tagalog and english) with right grammar and diction. The other 1% makes her difficult to pronounce the "R" sound. Goodness but she's so talkative and her nonstop cackle makes everyone laugh and in awe.

She's fond of talking incessantly and tiresomely on the celfone with her daddy. 4x a day, she would imagine speaking to her dad with facial gesture and sweetness. She would tell stories, her daily routines and she would disclose to dad that i scolded her.

Partly, im desolated coz in as much as i want to record her daily routines and small accomplishments, its impossible at this time because our cam was stolen. I hope we can acquire a new one the soonest coz i really love capturing the glows of her eyes even her twisted lips everytime she makes lambing.


Tiny Strong Hands

July 13, 2006

She was already fast asleep and with my usual routine of kissing her hand before i sleep, I began to realize that she has fully grown into a toddler.. How time flies so fast. She's already a big girl and it saddens me somehow.. i want to keep her as my baby forever. I could still remember the way i hold her gently in my one hand alone but time has molded her into a big little wonder kid.

Her cute tiny hand i used to kiss and cuddle before as i patiently teach her how to do the "close-open" trick was now a strong hand that often tags me along as we walk and pulls me down everytime she wants to reach something.

Wow! I can't really believe it.. The mischievous hand that used to pull away and break my bracelet is now wearing a ring and a Hello Kitty watch on her wrist. It is now a hand that spanks whenever she's mad and points out towards something everytime she can't express it. A hand that loves pencil and paper and creates circles, lines, alphabets and numbers.

The hand that freely directs a glass of water towards her tiny mouth without spilling its liquid content and this is the same hand that perfectly hold the spoon when she's eating.

The hand that pinches Papa's ears everytime she rides on the motorbike and this is the marvelous hand now that holds her pink bag everytime we stroll. The hand that points out to the photo album everytime she wants to gaze at her Daddy's pictures.

And the most amazing of all- this is the hand that never gets tired of hugging and embracing Mom and Dad all the time!


My Spellbinder

Let me define spellbinder...

spell·bind·er (splbndr)n. - an orator, a speechmaker, a speechifier, who can hold his listeners spellbound

Okay. In short, she's Yaedah Zackarie. My 4-year-old daughter who captivates everyone with her words. She's so fond of talking anything under the sun and sometimes, folks would often misquote her as "parang matanda" because her verbal reasoning and judgments sounds close to a 30-year-old mother. She never gets tired of chitchatting..Dont ever dare to tell gossip when she's in front coz she'll gonna broadcast your secrets to anyone. (LOL) She certainly has the ability at the very young age to analyze information and solve problems using a language-based reasoning.

They say that the average age at which a child will speak three word sentences is 23 months. But Yaedah mesmerized us with her usual three word sentences at 14 months- words such as " "yaw ko yan", mimi (short for mommy) sama ako, amam na ako (kakain na ako).. She always enthralled us with her nursery rhymes and songs at the age of 1 year and 8months old, a drama princess by the age of two, a teacher who always scold her two-year-old cousin Xavier at the age of three and a fascinating story teller at the age of 4. A smart kid!

No wonder, she's truly a spellbinder that casts smiles, !aughter and fun to us.. A gift from God!

Be spellbound with her vids:


Ask Me.. How's Life Now?

I came to realize today that life is not being happy at all, that life is not meant to be lived or enjoyed by just merely being able to eat, sleep at the comforts of our bed, being able to buy material things or to share it with everyone. Even when you lend a helping hand or when you share your blessings to those in need, life is not just defined that way.

Few years ago, that's my realization about life - enjoying my successful career, active in church, going to places everyone dreams of, happy-go-lucky, and complicating myself. In short, life few years back was everything lax and casual.

Then i came to meet the gift i never knew i would treasure for the rest of my life, a gift from high heavens that cannot be traded with the pleasures and certainties of life.

When we started living life as one, we went through hardships, physically because we were meant to live life apart, emotionally because we have to share love through fidelity, trust and promises through the technology of communication, and the joy of sacrificial responsibility of becoming parents to provide the future needs of our kids.

I have left the kind I life I admired before, quitted my job, forgot my friends I shared life with, the luxury of urban living and even closed my doors to possibilities of working abroad. Afraid though, I settled my mind to take up the challenge of living a new life that is completely a stranger to me- a life of becoming one with the man I love, a life full of fears and a life full of hard decisions to make each day. Fears such as- can i meet the needs of the man I love, can I still be productive or will I be a good mother, a wife, still a good daughter to my parents or will I be happy with the simplicities and basics of life? Or will I still be that strong woman when life shatters? They say, marriage life is something you can never tell, it’s like a wind you can never predict, sometimes calm, breezy or worst- stormy.

But being with the man I love so much, all these fears about life suddenly turned into courage. I began to embrace my new life with joy, simplicities of life became a sweet taste in my tongue. I also discovererd that living in this town is a total tranquil to my soul and a stress-free environment, the new circle of friends gave me always a youthful glow and living life with my close families brought delightful aura in me.

What’s most surprising is that I never knew that this motherhood kind of life turned me upside down with so much happiness and contentment. Apart from being happy with the man I love, motherhood completes me! I feel like there’s nothing I could I ask for more! It’s a kind of life one can never describe nor give words to it… its totally undescribable! I had never regrets of jumping into this kind of life.

This is the kind of life everyone should live on. It even brought me to the real scenario of learning how to rightfully share blessings to those who are in need. I learned how to value compassion because life in this small town is a hard kind of living. Eventhough I have left my flourishing career then, I tried hard to revived it in other ways and im also enjoying it now. I knew I have finally found my niche in my career life and at the same time earning from it.

Life is a journey not to complete but fulfill the task that was ordered and commissioned by God before we take our last breath. And the grandest revelation of all, life is a love between us that contains pure elements of trust and reliance and secret conveyance that made it entirely unique and different from all other forms of love. A love that possesses genuine language that only the two of us can understand.

And when life sometimes blew in storms, the man which God had entrusted to me always reminds me to take on the strength to endure pain, depressions and hardships. He was and will always be my fortress that covers me from the strong winds of life. And if someone again would ask me to define what is life all about, I would truthfully say- This man is entirely my life!


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