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Oppressed.
February 10, 2014


“What if all women were bigger and stronger than you? And thought they were smarter? What if women were the ones who started wars? What if too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos and no K-Y Jelly? What if the state trooper who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike was a woman and carried a gun? What if the ability to menstruate was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs? What if your attractiveness to women depended on the size of your penis? What if every time women saw you they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands? What if women were always making jokes about how ugly penises are and how bad sperm tastes? What if you had to explain what’s wrong with your car to big sweaty women with greasy hands who stared at your crotch in a garage where you are surrounded by posters of naked men with hard-ons? What if men’s magazines featured cover photos of 14-year-old boys with socks tucked into the front of their jeans and articles like: “How to tell if your wife is unfaithful” or “What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate” or “The truth about impotence”? What if the doctor who examined your prostate was a woman and called you “Honey”? What if you had to inhale your boss’ stale cigar breath as she insisted that sleeping with her was part of the job? What if you couldn’t get away because the company dress code required you wear shoes designed to keep you from running? And what if after all that women still wanted you to love them?”

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Like Crazy.
October 12, 2011

If you fall hard, and love deeply, truly, and passionately, a long distance relationship would possibly be the most painful thing you would ever endure.

It’s worse than unrequited love.

It’s worse than loving the wrong person at the wrong time.

It’s worse than loving someone but knowing your hearts don’t belong together.

It’s even worse than being separated by the living veil because in matters of life and death, you have no choice but to oblige by the rules set out.

People who talk about how difficult and painful it is, they aren’t exaggerating. Because it is difficult. Extremely so. And painful.

Because you know you do belong together. And you know that you want them. And you know they want you too. But you’re just in different places. Wanting to be with someone and knowing they want to be with you to and yet not being able to, it’s worse than wanting someone who doesn’t want you.

It’s like if something good happens, you want them to be the first you share it with, but time differences make it difficult. Or if you’re in the worst possible frame of mind and need them to be there, they’re pre-occupied or busy or just too far away to be able to do anything about it.

And then you might catch a break, by some twist of fate or miracle, you get a chance to see each other, but it’s weird because it’s been so long that you don’t feel a part of their lives anymore. It’s foreign. You don’t know how to interact with one another. You’ve lost the comfortable cadence you had. And before you even get a chance fall back into the rhythm of being together again, you might have to leave. Or they might have to leave.

And then the cycle repeats itself.

The problem is, like a CD, you can only start and stop abruptly so many times before it scratches beyond repair. There is only so much pressure the strings that bind us together can take before it breaks.

Watching the melancholic trailer. Hearing Ingrid Michaelson lacing her voice to it. Hearing the words Anna spoke. It had me profoundly intoxicated.

(Just the way you did.)

“I thought I understood it, but I didn’t… Not really. I knew the smudgeness of it. The eagerness of it. The idea of it. Of a ‘you and me.’ ”


Reminder.
August 15, 2011

I chanced across one of the first songs that had me all heart pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can’t swallow.

It was about a little under a decade ago I think, I heard this one song, and it’s one of those songs that don’t just skim the surface but embeds itself deeply with the melody and words, and the passion behind the words.

And then it struck me how when you stop listening to the music you used to listen to, you forget about the songs that have molded you so completely.

You forget how much they shaped your thoughts and feelings and outlook.

You forget how they at some point embedded themselves deep in your soul and became a part of you.

You. Forget.

But those songs that ignite every spark and plug every hole and make your heart swell and constrict and bleed when you do hear them again, they’re like those people that swim out of your life, and say nothing to for months, or even years, but still feel like you just met them yesterday the moment they say hello again.

They’re the ones that transcend the boundaries of space and time.

The one’s who’ve really become a part of your soul.

The one’s you can’t really ever say goodbye to.

“Our love was comfortable and so broken in.”

Relapse.
June 4, 2011

“I miss my sister.

Every night at 10 or so, she used to call me on the phone, and when I asked her why. She told me her body told her… She wanted to hear my voice.

I miss my sister.

The smell of her shampoo. The way she could always convince me to read her another book.

When you love someone like I loved her, they’re a part of you; it’s like you’re attached by this invisible tether and no matter how far away you are, you can always feel them. And now every time I reach for that tether I know there’s no one on the other end and I feel like I’m falling into nothingness. Then I remember Jean. I remember a life led with no enemies, no resentments, no regrets and I’m inspired to get up out of bed and go on.

I miss my sister so much it feels like piece of me has been ripped off. Just one more time I want to hold her. Ten more seconds — is that too much to ask? For ten more seconds to hold her? But I can’t and I won’t and the only thing keeping me from being swallowed whole by sadness is that Jean would kill me if I did. So for now I’m just going to miss her. I love you Jean. Rest in peace.”

Sue Sylvester, Glee, Ep#2.21


Every now and again, little things hit so hard below the belt that it sends me reeling all over again.

“Calm down,
Deep breaths,
And get yourself dressed instead
Of running around,
And pulling all your threads and
Breaking yourself up.”
Jason Mraz ft. James Morrison, Details in the Fabric

Benzosothyazolonal.
September 18, 2010

It wasn’t all that funny. Not at all. But I laughed. For a good two minutes. Two and a half maybe. Three even, but I can’t be too sure.

I am sure that it felt good to do it. It felt good to laugh. Not just chuckle at something humourous, but laugh, properly properly laugh.

Oddly, it wasn’t even that funny. It was funny, just not so-freaking-hilarious-so-‘ll-laugh-for-3-minutes funny.

The point is, I laughed. I properly laughed for the first time in weeks. And I didn’t feel guilty about being able to. I didn’t resist the urge to clap my hands over my mouth for thinking something or anything at all could be funny. I didn’t feel like I’d done something intractable wrong after either.

I guess it had something to do with the fact that you would have found it funny too.

I guess I’m finally realizing that I’m not allowed to wallow for so long. Not because you didn’t want me too. But because I shouldn’t. Because it’s unhealthy. Because life sucks and we just have to deal with it sometimes.

“Aiden Burn: … Benzosothyazolonal.
Det. Don Flack: Whoa, Benzosothyazolonal?
Aiden Burn: You know what that is?
Det. Don Flack: No.”
CSI:NY Ep#1.11.

Only One.
August 26, 2010

“In all four bloody, encyclopedia sized books of Twilight, the only correct and SANE sentence written was:

 “Life sucks. And then you die.” “

Bad for Business.
July 29, 2010

“You’re going to be bad for business, I can tell.”
Satine, Moulin Rouge.

North Star.
July 3, 2010

When you go, I’ll let you be, But you’re killing everything in me

Somewhat thought-full tonight.

When I least ought to be, as always.

“In your darkest time, it’s just enough to know it’s there.”
Jimmy Eat World, Polaris.

Romeo, Save Me Indeed.
May 29, 2010

Fairy tale endings only seen on the big screen with the hero climbing onto a balcony to get the girl, literally climbing on an old building using equally old and fragile vines to get to the girl, and prince charming riding in on a gallant stallion, and again, I am speaking very literally here. God help us all, right?

I’ve probably ruined it for you if you haven’t watched it. But really, can you ruin a Rom Com? I mean, is there any unpredictability in Rom Com’s At All?

Letters to Juliet follows the strict regime of the classic Rom Com formulae and Rom Com plot guidelines.

One part witty conversation, one part good looking leads who are at odds with each others ‘warped’ point of view, one part cheesiness and voila! You have yourself a Rom Com.

Ad then theres the plot guideline that film makers follow vicariously, or more specifically, the romantic comedy formulae penned by Billy Mernit, author of the screenwriting textbook Writing the Romantic Comedy :

There’s first the Introductions, where we see the main characters and see what’s missing in his/her life. What the main conflict will be. In letters to Juliet, we see this girl who wants to write but settles for fact checking and a fiancé who seems more in love with his cooking/restaurateur career than he is in love with her.

And then we carry on to all the different parts of the plot, the Sexy Complication, the Hook, the Swivel, the Dark moment, et cetera until we reach the big finale, the Joyful Defeat, where the audience sees the big reconciliation between the characters that reaffirms how important the relationship is to them, usually (but not always) with a happy ending that implies marriage – but usually at the cost of something the main character has had to sacrifice.

It’s funny because it’s always all about emotions. And the events that serve as ways to bring out or affect the said emotions. And the need the other person meets specifically in the main character. When I see a movie that’s obviously trying to use this structure and not making it work, it’s generally a problem of not having developed the characters well enough.

Like Confessions of a Shopaholic, I never got the sense of what her need was supposed to be. I mean, yeah, she was an insane shopaholic, and the detriment of her happiness depended on her shopping and buying stuff, but I never really got the sense that there was any carnal deficit that had to be filled by the him specifically. And there was no indication of how he was uniquely that guy who was suited for her.

And there are countless other similar examples, 27 dresses, The Proposal, 17 Again, and you know, the list goes on.

So with all that said, I really felt that Letters to Juliet only did alright. Didn’t find it any mind blowingly original obviously, seeing as it followed the formulae religiously. There were moments of unpredictable punches thrown at you, one or two, a smeckle here and there, and then there’s the witty conversation between the mains, which is something that is somehow always a must for Rom Coms.

What I had beef with though in the movie, was the whole “If I was Romeo” statement that the male lead spouted at some point. What I believe he said was, and I quote “I would have grabbed her from that blasted balcony and been done with it,” Contradictory, because he did absolutely no such thing. He didn’t grab her from the blasted balcony and be done with it. He WAITED for her to scale down that metaphorical balcony before he even considered doing any climbing or grabbing.

And then there was that grand gallant declaration on the balcony, “Because the truth is, Sophie, I am madly, truly, deeply, passionately in love with you,” Really now? Did you really need all those adjectives? A simple “Because I’m in love with you too,” would have sufficed. It takes the edge off the cheesiness and renders it sweet. But with the adjectives. Uh.. A little too much there, bub.

And, please please please can we have a movie that doesn’t involve some kind of desperate cross-town chase to reach the other person in the nick of time? There are other ways to create a good “he/she might lose the true love, just as he/she has realized it!” moment. It’s especially weak if it’s an artificial deadline. I mean, in Letters to Juliet, I found that there was no sense of REAL urgency. In both chasses.

The first, he chased her as she was going back to the not so loving arms of her fiancé. Not to the church to be wed, or the airport where she was to fly back home to her country, but just go back to their little cozy holiday where they’d been spending most of their time apart. He knew where that hotel was. And even if she was on the way home to New York, I’m sure he knew her address, they had managed to somehow send her the invitation to the wedding at the end of the day now didn’t they?

The second and final chase was when she for some reason burst into tears and darted from a wedding luncheon. Again, not really an urgent chase per se. And she was going to be staying in the same house him for the night. It’s not exactly a get her now or lose her forever situation.

And I would also, for once, like to not manage to magically acquaint myself with the cynical male lead more than the young, hopeless romantic female. Maybe that’s just my problem, but hey, a nice change once in a while to shake things up would be pleasant surprise, no? Have a Ted Mosby instead, and That I’ms sure would make things more interesting.

So Romeo, if you’re out there, please save me from these romantic cliches by being more original than that.

Just some of my thoughts. Because I’m lifeless as to watch and then ponder myself half to death with movies like that.

“What and if… Two non-threatening words that when put together can haunt you for the rest of your life.”
Letters to Juliet.

Act My Age.
April 6, 2010

I’d like to enjoy being my age for once. My dad told me today that he JUST realized that I’m turning 20 this year. Which was strange remembering that he was all tipsy on NY’s saying “WOW you’re going be 20 this year”, but then again, he was pretty hammered for this year’s NY celebration and once again, I have managed to digress.

What I’m trying to say is, I’d like to enjoy being 19 before I turn 20. Every year, I feel as though I’m propelled to act a little more mature, be a little more adult than I should be because of how old I’m turning, as opposed to how old I am, which kinda sucks cause I’m a December child which means directly after turning X age, the New Year rolls in and I’m automatically X+1 years old because I’m turning one year older in the New Year. Does that make any sense?

At any rate, I’m just saying, it’s nice to just be sometimes, instead of going to be.

Okay, I think I’ve managed to officially confuse myself and everyone else reading this.

On a totally unrelated note, I am now officially HEELS OVER HEADS for yet another TV series, which I’m only watching because there is a certain someone who is so awesome in it. Apart from that certain someone, the show is absolutely worthless and not worthy of my viewership at all. I kinda feel like a junkie waiting on every new episode to get a fix. Hehe.

And on the subject of television, I have found that directors/writers/people who call the shots in the TV industry just have a terribly annoying trait of putting two characters together who are, as separate entities, absolutely interesting, but as a couple totally dry and boring. *Cough Pucas *Cough Cough MerDer *Cough NedChuck SerenaNate SookieBill KittyRobert ElenaStefan LanaClark GrissomSara JackKate and blah blah blah. Cause they are just so.. Blah together.. Blah..

I mean, as separate entities, they’re interesting characters who have depth and complexity, actual issues and interesting backstories of their own but as a couple. Ugh. Boh-*yawn*-Ring..

The lack of romantic evolution/development sometimes just really really REALLY bugs me. 

And also, apart from the lack of growth in the couples, there is also the lack of substance in the writing of the storyline. I mean, these TV couples ultimately teach you ridiculous implausible things like :

Love can be controlled if you wish it,

You can get away with pretty much anything if you love each other enough because it’s just enough,

You can still be in love even when you haven’t been seeing each other for years and you don’t have to work hard for it because it’s natural,

Love can do many things, good and bad and the good happens less and the bad ruins more but you should keep going at it anyway because it’s worth it,

You can have fun in the beginning and not worry about commitment and problems to face in the future,

You can take all the time in the world realizing you’re in love by not knowing it and to make the pretend more effective, if you’re really into it, fall in love with other people while you’re at it and then only realize that you love each other once there are people to hurt and situations that would compromise your pride as well as your sanity,

And.. Well, there’s a whole bunch of other things that I could go into detail but seeing as it’d be long and might just escalate into a bitch fit, so I’ll not inflict that upon you.

Just a MY random thought on these TV couples, seeing as I’m such a junkie and you know, 19 and still a TV watching, brain cells killing teenager and all that. haha..

I’m being random, I know, but it’s a good way to start blogging again after a kinda sorta prolonged absence.. No..?  So anyhow, updates are : Life has been life and I’ve been having weird thoughts – as depicted by the scattered sad excuse of a blog update as seen above.

“The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life’s tragedy.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson.