5:57:00 PM
If I'd realized that Monty Python, aside from being one of my favourite movies, is without a doubt my most "waste of time" movie as well, I would have chosen something else last time. However, I doubt I'd be allowed to use the same movie twice, which is why this time I'm going to talk about Napoleon Dynamite.
Friday, February 16, 2007
10:05:00 PM
I don't think I've had a favourite movie since I was in grade school. For quite some time in the third grade, it was The Sound of Music. We had it on a two-tape set and my mom and lola say I used to subject them to a twice-a-day viewing, every single day, for several months. While we were watching one tape, the other one would be in the rewinder; so that the moment the current tape finished, I wouldn't have to wait at all for the next one. To this day, my mom can quote a significant portion of the script. I, personally, cannot. This was a long time ago.After The Sound of Music came The Parent Trap. This was on one tape, but was also very much abused. It's a family-fun movie with the whole wicked stepmother-to-be idea, and it really amused us to see the [innocent] Lindsay Lohan playing the pair of twins that drove her insane. My sister and I used to watch it so much that one day, while on stand-by at the airport, one of us dropped a line from the movie and we continued from that point to the very end, reciting the script. I don’t have as much time on my hands anymore.
In grade six, I was very fond of My Fair Lady. I have no idea where our copy came from, but it was on laser disc. No problem with that; no need to rewind. I've always had a spot for old movies, and this was no exception. I used to love Wouldn't It Be Loverly, I Could Have Danced All Night, and I still do. We got the DVD very recently (I figure my mom decided to leave our laser disc in
In my sophomore year, I became undeniably obsessed with
And then there was Monty Python.
Monty Python is the collective name of a group of six men who started out on a British television comedy sketch show in 1969. (insert miscellaneous details I won't go into now) ...And then in 1975, they released their second movie entitled Monty Python and the Holy Grail. This is, in essence, an utterly pointless movie, which is one reason I love it so much. It doesn't require you to think in the least bit and can only really be appreciated by people who have a sense of humor. I know rational people who didn't enjoy it so much for the exact reason I, on the other hand, did. The story, supposedly, revolves around King Arthur and his nights of the round table, and how they search for the Holy Grail. They never find it, of course, but the viewers have fantastic fun watching them try. The script never fails to amuse me, no matter how many times I've heard the same jokes over and over again. I still crack up every time, only now I crack up even before the line is actually delivered. While I am fully capable of enjoying serious movies as well, I would never turn down this type of mindless entertainment.
I mean come on...
Who wouldn't love a killer rabbit?
Friday, February 02, 2007
10:46:00 AM
Dear Laura,
For the past ten seconds, you have been the best imaginary friend I've ever had. In so little time, I feel as if we've been through so much, and therefore, I entrust you with the task of sending out my final goodbyes. Somehow, I doubt anyone will be too bitter I picked you over all of them.
Laura, please tell Angelica I'm sorry I'd put so much butter in her Mac n' Cheese. I wasn't just trying to make her fat, I promise. I'm sorry I'd never sleep early, so she'd always have to sleep with the lights on. Give her Chaz. She likes the variation of his sound, so I know she'll take as good care of him as she does Bennet. Tell her that her nameless band will make it someday. Tell her I'm sorry for the times I'd say I love her in front of our friends or try to hug her in public. But tell her I meant it all and don't take anything back. Whether she liked it or positively couldn't stand it, she'll always have been my Baby Sheestur, not matter how old she grew up to be. And tell her I haven't forgotten she stole my penguins.
Tell mama I'm sorry I wasn't more thoughtful, despite how often she'd attempt to remind me. And tell her thank you, and that she must know better than I do what for. So tell her that, and that I love her. She's a better mom to us than we let on. But she probably already knows that, too. I think she'll be crying. If it's not too much to ask, maybe you could comfort her. She'll really appreciate it, I know. Moms are funny like that.
Tell papa he's a silly fellow and that one day, he will be a llama. Tell him he's old. Ha ha. Tell him, "ha ha." Tell him, "ha ha, you're Mary" and "ooga what?" Tell him all that, and then say, "No, no! Just kidding!" in an Indian accent. I love him like "the heat on my feet" because "you all within." Then go "hu hu hu." (I do love him for real, though, and I'm sure he knows, so I'll leave it to your judgment to actually tell him so or not.)
Love and Gayle know they mean a lot to me, but please remind them. They've been through enough lately, and I know this might be too much for them to handle, but tell them that even though I stopped shopping with them, they were always my closest cousins and were almost sisters to me as well. Tell lola not to cry. She was my favourite among all my lolos and lolas on both sides, but she's not allowed to tell any of the others that, okay? Tell her I'm sorry I would always stop her from going straight to the endings of books; I was only thinking of her. Tell her I highly appreciate her convincing mama to let me listen to Eminem and
Please tell all the people I knew from AIS that I haven't forgotten them (Except for that boy in my 3rd grade class picture, but chances are he doesn't remember me either, so maybe you can skip him). Tell Chia that I wish we never grew apart. Tell her to look at the noses of everybody and remember me. Tell my fellow Troubles that Cat-Trainer Mars Oh-Camp-Oh Bang-Song would always think to grade six as the highlight of her grade school years, and it never would have been the same without them. Tell Arquill I will always be grateful for the nights we were civil and had conversations I could never get from anyone else.
When I moved here, I became a part of the most absolutely awesome batch, and so Laura, please tell Batch 2007 that they played an amazing role in my life. 7C, IC, IIB, IIIA and IVB were the best classes, and I'm not backing down on that even though I don't know what the other classes were like. As for the people I never had a chance to be classmates with, I know they rock just as hard, and I really wish I'd gotten a chance to stick a year out with them. I'm so glad I still got to bond with some of the people I'd never been in a class with, and it sucks that isn't the case on all accounts. Thank batch 2007 from me, their bunso.
BELLITES ARE THE GREATEST!!! And don't let anyone forget it. Tell swan, stew, ewan and "etu" that they rock so badly, but alto rocks most and they all know it. Thank Ms. K for me, and please apologize on my behalf for all my lates and absences. And apologize even more so as I'd never come to terms with our being called "Chorale." I'll miss going to "glee." You guys have fun at CCP.
Ah, the barkada. To Sitaw, "You suck, come die with me, loser." (No, just kidding, but I'll bet she'd hate that.) Have Carla cut her hair - afro power! Thank her again, as I really did love the story she wrote me for my last birthday (funny how I have two definitions for "last birthday"...) and remind her for me that fanfics are a bad influence on education. Tell Mariel that I'm still extremely sorry for having run her into a pillar some years ago. It was funny. Tell Broccoli and Onzie I appreciated having had friends to discuss html, shutter speed and the like with. The clueless look on Gianna's face won't leave my mind until the day I die. Hold on, that's tonight, isn't it... Sad, I suppose, but I had all my life to be bitter, I guess this is a good a time as any to stop. (Pardon me, Laura) Pakisabi kay Gianna na hindi pa rin ako mapaniwala na akalahin niya na ako'y unang matatalo sa barkada namin. Anong klase siyang kaibigan, pakitanong lang? Ah, at pakisabi rin na nakaluto ang mom ko ng spaghetti kung gusto niya. (Stop laughing, I tried. Stop it. Come on. At least I can pronounce
I'm sorry, Laura, I'm not quite done; please be patient with me. I won't bug you anymore after tonight.
Tell the one with the eyes and the hair that I appreciate all the time, effort and other scarce resources he ever spent on me. I never meant to be difficult - well actually, I did, but only sometimes – and I had fun, I really did. But tell him also that although he hasn't met Her yet, whoever She is, he's going to make Her so happy. Laura, kindly bash it into my friends' heads they aren't to snigger, or else.
Tell my band geek/Bonifacio that anything there is for me to be sorry for - if I did anything he's waiting for an apology for - this is it. I'm sorry and I miss him. I'm willing to let go of my pride and beg if it means that before I go, I'll know where he's gotten to and why I'm not there anymore. Tell him that for the life of me (pun not intended), he was one of my closest friends for almost a year, whether or not I ever told him so. I'm fully aware that I've committed more wrongs against him than I can count, but I'm a repentant sinner and will he please stick a letter in my coffin telling me whether he hates me or not? I really would like to know. This is the height of desperation, Laura, I hope you understand.
Tell Junior he always made me feel better. Tell him I'm sorry I never trusted him enough. Tell him it was never his fault, and that I really wouldn't trust anyone easily. Say that I appreciate his keeping me company at night when I'd stay up to work, and that I'll like his name if he wants me to. Ask him to please start caring more and that he can do anything, he just has to want it enough. Tell him Bambi rocks.
**Edit 11/10/06** I'd like to give special mention to Mica Pena. Please tell her as well to always remember she owes me her ears. Remind her that music is life. Tell her I gave her life. Then call her fat and insert a diabolical laugh. Tell her I'm sorry we never got to form a band like we wanted. Say it was all Marice's fault. (No, just kidding, don't say that. Don't. Stapet.) Please asuure me that you'll get her checked in at the mental hospital before her delusions escalate to an uncontrollable level. Tell her that if I'm generous, I might just give her the world one day. Don't tell her I'm only joking. It will be mine always, no matter what happens to me. Tell her to take it from me, natcher of bizzes. **end 11/10/06**
Please tell Maw how much her being there always meant to me. Tell her how lucky I'd always consider myself because somehow, no matter what came along to try and separate us, it never really worked. She'd still be there recess, and we'd talk like nothing ever changed. And nothing ever really did. Tell her I loved the times we'd walk how it just wasn't right. (I'm sorry if I keep losing you, Laura, again, please bear with me, I'm only depending on you as I can't do this on my own today, and I've only just got today.) Tell Maw I promise to visit her in some of those odd dreams she always tells us about. Tell her I was mostly faithful, and then smile mischievously. Tell her I did a much better job as compared to her, anyway. But tell her I wouldn't ever think to trade anything. Tell her she taught me so much and that she knows full well my interests never would have graduated if not for her brilliant guidance. Tell her she did so much for me that I'll never get a chance to pay her back for; not even if I were given the rest of forever to try. Tell her I love her and that she better know that by now - and then high-five her, Rocky Horror style.
Tell Carissa (yes, her again, she's everywhere, that Ana Omnipresent) not to take more medicine than she really needs. Tell her she seems perfectly fine and that, had I been given the opportunity, I would have shaken her stupid psychologists. Then kindly emphasize that I really don't care a thing about her at all, that she's a horrible person, and that I absolutely hate everything about her. Tell her I wish she'd choke on the stupid Fun Chum and Zesto tetrapack juices I can never open properly, and that the word "tetrapack" is not recognized on Microsoft Word. Tell her I wouldn't hug her if her brother demanded it of me over a loudspeaker. Tell her she's ugly and that, as my last wish, I'd like her to bloody learn to use a freaking comma. In doing this, Laura, be careful never to let on that in the years we've known each other, she's sort of maybe grown on me and is possibly one of my closer friends. Maybe it's a good thing I'm moving on; I'd hate for her to discover that. And if you let this leak before I'm really gone, make it clear that she is under no circumstances to bring it up with me, as I'll only deny it, be lying, and go on to be punished in Dante's eighth circle as a falsifier of words, leaving her to live with the guilt for the rest of her mispunctuated life.
Give Tina Bob. I want her to have him. Tell her he's one of my most prized possessions which is precisely the reason I want her to be the next one to look after him. I love Bob and I love Tina, so please explain this to her so she's in no position to refuse him. Tell her to lie down on him, squash him, squeeze him and nuzzle him. Tell her I picked her because she makes me feel like I'm someone to somebody. Tell her she was the one who always tried to look after me and always gave me negative news in the way that would leave me least bitter. She listens when it's requested of her, and she's ready to tell you you're right when you aren't, if it's all you're looking for. She always put other people before herself, and although that annoyed me to no end, I realize that has its merits. Make sure it's clear to her that she's a better person than she wants to believe and that she deserves more good done unto her than she'll let herself accept. If anything, I want to go knowing she'll hear that. She's bleeding awesome, I don't care what she wants to think. No, actually, I do, but when I'm not there to do so anymore, maybe she'll look at Bob and remember. We'll see.
My passing does not give Abbey leave to scratch, peel, rub, pick, or do any other creative thing to her allergies. I may not be hitting my 16th birthday, but make it clear that's no excuse. Give her my rings. I'd appreciate if they never got lost, but tell her I wouldn't have been mad if anything did happen to them, as they're all hers now and she can do with them what she likes. Tell her I'm so grateful for her having introduced me to so many awesome people. I owe her Marshmallow in particular, with whom I made some of my fondest memories. I'm starting to sound gay. I said "fondest." I owe her my baby brother/kuya as well. I've grown increasingly fond of those two, and I'd never have met them if not for Abbey. Also, Abbey taught me to be generous. I learned by observation that when you have something that makes you happy, chances are it'd make other people happy as well, and therefore, you shouldn't deprive them of that. Abbey has such a cheerful disposition; she'd always make me laugh and she taught me that sometimes, it's better to stop thinking and leap than walk away wishing you'd had the guts. I mean this literally and figuratively. What was it, five steps? I don't remember anymore, but I jumped off them and left feeling like I'd accomplished something. Abbey's taught me a lot more than she thinks, and I just want her to know that.
Laura, please tell those last four goons that any good there might be in me, I credit to them. If I'd been a believer in best friends, I'd never be able to pick among the four of them. Make sure they know how highly I think of them and will continue to think of them for, well, as long as I have left.
I hereby pass you on to be Angelica's imaginary friend, so you don't disappear and all this is lost with me. Now I do believe I can honestly say we have a history, no matter how short a time it transpired over. I'm sorry if this is so heavy you can barely stand it, but as my very last request, I'm begging you to let them all know.
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Ahahaha, Miss Mac, I promise that's one page, if you make it Arial Narrow, size 11, single-spaced, with .5 margins all around. And you never said the page couldn't be back to back. Oh, and Miss! You never commented on my last blogXP. Sorry, I had to mention, ahaha.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
7:28:00 PM
In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | High |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very Low |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
9:23:00 PM
Oh bugger... Miss, I'm so sorry I'm late, here it is:Saturday, September 02, 2006