Kiss Kiss Bang Bang (2005)

Perry: Look up idiot in the dictionary. You know what you’ll find?
Harry: A picture of me?
Perry: No! The definition of idiot. Which you fucking are!

It’s a very hysterical mystery/detective movie. The twists and turns were fun. I literally fell off the sofa laughing. It’s been great abs workout! ;) However it saddens me that I didn’t finish it. I’m still waiting for its replay on t.v.

Pride and Prejudice (2005)

 

Elizabeth Bennet: Sir, I am honoured by your proposal, but I regret that I must decline it.

Mr. Collins: I know ladies don’t seek to seem too eager…

Elizabeth Bennet: Mr. Collins, I am perfectly serious. You could not make me happy. And I’m the last woman in the world who could make you happy.

Mr. Collins: I flatter myself that your refusal is merely a natural delicacy. Besides, despite manifold attractions, it is by no means certain another offer of marriage will ever be made to you. I must conclude that you simply seek to increase my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females.

Elizabeth Bennet: I am not the sort of female to torment a respectable man. Please understand me, I cannot accept you.

I dedicate these lines to my stalker (you know who you are…let’s hide him by the name of Mr. Collins). The movie was funny and entertaining. I like how the camera moves from one character to another character (like while the Bennet family was preparing for the ball and while in the party in Mr. Bingley’s estate). I also like how the actors deliver their dialogues although they speak very fast and some of the speedy dialogues were a little hard to understand because of the accent (for a person with English as a second language such as myself). This made me want to read the book: http://www.pemberley.com/etext/PandP/index.html

A Lot Like Love (2005)

 

Graham Martin: You should get one.
Oliver Martin: That was the plan, but I’m unemployed, and living with mom and dad.
Graham Martin: Oliver, this is your life. It doesn’t wait for you to get back on your feet.

As I was flipping channels to look for something good to watch, I encountered this movie. At first I didn’t want to watch it but when there was no other good choice I stuck with it and found it ok for the first time (I only saw the last quarter of the movie). Then I saw the last half when it replayed and it got better. Until there came a time that I saw the entire movie from start to finish which I really enjoyed. 

My Best Friend’s Wedding (1997)

The movie is one of my faves so there’s a lot of lines I like… )

George Downes: It’s amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.
…
Kimmy Wallace: He’s got you on a pedestal and me in his arms.
…
Julianne Potter: Crème brûlée can never be Jell-O. YOU could never be Jell-O.
Kimmy Wallace: I HAVE to be Jell-O!
Julianne Potter: You’re never gonna be Jell-O!
…
George Downes: Michael’s chasing Kimmy?
Julianne Potter: Yes!
George Downes: You’re chasing Michael?
Julianne Potter: YES!
George Downes: Who’s chasing you… nobody, get it?
…
Julianne Potter: I’m pond scum. Well, lower actually. I’m like the fungus that feeds on pond scum.
Michael O’Neill: Lower. The pus that infects the mucus that cruds up the fungus that feeds on the pond scum. On the other hand, thank you for loving me that much, that way. It’s pretty flattering.
Julianne Potter: Except it makes me fungus.
…
George Downes: Maybe there won’t be marriage, maybe there won’t be sex, but by God there’ll be dancing!

I saw this film for the first time in a movie house and thought that it was just another ordinary romantic comedy. But this became a favorite of mine when my father bought HP printer ink and along came a free DVD of this movie. Everytime I had a project I would put it on and looped it. I’ve memorized the script and songs at some point but loved it even more. Unfortunately the DVD is now full of scratches.

Waters of March (English Version) by Tom Jobim

Waters of March

A stick, a stone,
It’s the end of the road,
It’s the rest of a stump,
It’s a little alone

It’s a sliver of glass,
It is life, it’s the sun,
It is night, it is death,
It’s a trap, it’s a gun

The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,
A knot in the wood,
The song of a thrush

The wood of the wind,
A cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump,
It is nothing at all

It’s the wind blowing free,
It’s the end of the slope,
It’s a beam, it’s a void,
It’s a hunch, it’s a hope

And the river bank talks
of the waters of March,
It’s the end of the strain,
The joy in your heart

The foot, the ground,
The flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot’s stone

A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of a bow

The bed of the well,
The end of the line,
The dismay in the face,
It’s a loss, it’s a find

A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,
A drip, a drop,
The end of the tale

A truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun
in the dead of the night

A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump,
It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme,
It’s a cold, it’s the mumps

The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
And the car that got stuck,
It’s the mud, it’s the mud

Afloat, adrift,
A flight, a wing,
A hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It’s the promise of life
It’s the joy in your heart

A stick, a stone,
It’s the end of the road
It’s the rest of a stump,
It’s a little alone

A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
It’s a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe

A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A wasp, a stain

A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It’s the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road

A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A knife, a death,
The end of the run

And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It’s the end of all strain,
It’s the joy in your heart.

Águas de Março by Tom Jobim

Águas de Março “É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol É a noite, é a morte, é o laço, é o anzol É peroba do campo, é o nó da madeira Caingá candeia, é o matita-pereira É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira É a viga, é o vão, festa da cumeeira É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira Passarinho na mão, pedra de atiradeira É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho No rosto o desgosto, é um pouco sozinho É um estrepe, é um prego, é uma ponta, é um ponto É um pingo pingando, é uma conta, é um conto É um peixe, é um gesto, é uma prata brilhando É a luz da manhã, é o tijolo chegando É a lenha, é o dia, é o fim da picada É a garrafa de cana, o estilhaço na estrada É o projeto da casa, é o corpo na cama É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã É um resto de mato, na luz da manhã São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração É uma cobra, é um pau, é João, é José É um espinho na mão, é um corte no pé São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã É um belo horizonte, é uma febre terçã São as águas de março fechando o verão É a promessa de vida no teu coração”

Waters of March (English Translation) It’s stick, it’s stone It’s the end of the road It’s a rest of stump It’s a little alone It’s a shard of glass It is life, it’s the sun It is night, it is death It’s the snare, it’s the fishhook It’s peroba of the field It’s the knot in the wood Lamp caingá tree It’s the matita-pereira tree It’s wind-resistant wood Falls of the ravine It’s the profound mystery It’s the you wish or you don’t It’s the wind blowing It’s the end of the slope It’s the beam, it’s the span The new roof party It’s the rain raining It’s riverbank talk Of the waters of March It’s the end of the struggle It’s the foot, it’s the ground It’s the walk on the road Small bird in the hand A slingshot stone It’s a bird in the sky It’s a bird on the ground It’s a creek, it’s a fountain It’s a piece of bread It’s the bottom of the well It’s the end of the way In the face the annoyance It’s a little lonely It’s a thorn, it’s a nail It’s a point, it’s a dot It’s a drop dripping It’s an tally, it’s a tale It’s a fish, it’s a gesture It’s silver shining It’s the morning’s light It’s the brick arriving It’s the firewood, it’s the day It’s the end of the trail It’s the bottle of liquor Splinter in the road It’s the house’s design It’s the body in bed It’s the broken down car It’s the mud, it’s the mud It’s a footstep, it’s a bridge It’s a toad, it’s a frog It’s a rest of brush In the morning’s light They are the waters of March Closing the summer It’s the promise of life In your heart It’s a snake, it’s a stick It’s John, it’s Joseph It’s a thorn in the hand It’s the cut on the foot They are the waters of March Closing the summer It’s the promise of life In your heart It’s stick, it’s stone It’s the end of the road It’s a rest of stump It’s a little alone It’s a footstep, a bridge It’s a toad, it’s a frog It’s a beautiful horizon It’s a tertian fever They are the waters of March Closing the summer It’s the promise of life In your heart

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The answers make you wise but the questions make you human.

And This Too Shall Pass by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, “Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.”

“If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty,” replied Benaiah, “I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?”

“It has magic powers,” answered the king. “If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy.” Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility.

Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of he poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day’s wares on a shabby carpet. “Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?” asked Benaiah.

He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile.

That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. “Well, my friend,” said Solomon, “have you found what I sent you after?” All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled.

To everyone’s surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, “Here it is, your majesty!” As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: “gimel, zayin, yud”, which began the words “Gam zeh ya’avor” — “This too shall pass.”

At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.

Cloudy Night

Quiz Be by M.A. Cenzon (June 2006)

You are…
but you are not yet…
what you should be.
What you should be is not yet.
What you should be is not something you invent but only discover.
Yet…it is something that you determine
because you must want it in order to become it.
Now…you will only be it by becoming it…
However…you can only become it if
you know it and act on it.
You become what you still are not
by thinking through things
as a first step.
Then, by acting through your personal actions to increasingly and competently albeit gradually become what you really
ought to be.