Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Miss Jennifer Cavilleri Barrett

Never a fan of any kind of sappy love story.  But Love Story 1970 (both novel and movie script were written by  Erich Segal) will always be my exception.  Thanks to the impressive, astonishing, remarkable written character of Jennifer Cavilleri, portrayed by Ally MacGraw on screen.

What make it so special?  It was from the guy's point of view, which is rare.  And each description of her, left a deep powerful feeling about the girl.  She has a damn smart mouth, fearless way of approaching this cruel world, and the fact that she loved him, Oliver Barrett IV, whom family owned banks and a building at Harvard under their name, that she could always care less about it.  She was spunky and brilliant.

Another genius thing about Jenny was her fashion style (in specific, the fashion stylist for this movie).  From her high collar coat, boot, dresses.

"Listen, I need that goddamn book."
"Wouldja please watch your profanity, Preppie?"
"What makes you so sure I went to prep school?"
"You look stupid and rich."
"You're wrong, I'm actually smart and poor."
"Oh, no, Preppie.  I'm smart and poor."
"What the hell makes you so smart?"
"I wouldn't go for coffee with you."
"Listen, I wouldn't ask you."
"That, is what makes you stupid."

"What's polyphony?"
"Nothing sexual, Preppie."
"Hey, don't you know who I am?"
"Yeah, you're the guy that owns Barrett Hall."
"I don't own Barrett Hall, my great grandfather happened to give it to Harvard."
"So his not-so-great grandson would be sure to get in!"
"Jenny, if you're so convinced I'm a loser, why did you bulldoze me into buying you coffee?"
"I like your body."

"Did I say you could kiss me?"
"Sorry, I was carried away."
"I wasn't.  I don't like it."
"The fact that I like it."

"Hey, Jen..."
"Jen... What would you say if I told you... I think... I'm in love with you."
"I would say... you were full of shit."

"Did you at least total the guy that hit you?"
"Yeah.  Totally.  I creamed him."
"I wish I coulda seen it.  Maybe you'll beat up somebody in the Yale game, huh?"

"You called your father Phil?"
"That's his name.  What do you call yours?"
"My what?"
"What term do you employ when you speak to your progenitor?"

"Look, Jenny, can we just forget about it?"
"Thank God you're hung up about your father.  That means you're not perfect."
"Oh, you mean you are?"
"Hell no, Preppie.  If I was, would I be going out with you?"

"Oliver, you're gonna flunk out if you just sit there watching me study."
"I'm not watching you study.  I'm studying."
"Bullshit.  You're looking at my legs."
"Only once in a while.  Every chapter."
"That book has extremely short chapters."
"Listen, you narcissistic bitch, you're not that great looking!"
"I know.  But can I help it if you think so?"

"Hey, Oliver, did I tell you that I love you?"
"No, Jen."
"Why didn't you ask?"
"I was afraid to, frankly."
"Ask me now."
"Do you love me, Jenny?"
"What do you think?"
"Yeah.  I guess.  Maybe."
"I don't just love you... I love you very much, Oliver."

"Then don't leave me, Jenny.  Please."
"What about my scholarship?  What about Paris, which I've never seen in my whole goddamn life?"
"What about our marriage?"
"Who said anything about marriage?"
"Me.  I'm saying it now."
"You want to marry me?"
"Oh, that's a very good reason."

"You're staying for dinner.  That's an order."
"We can't, sir."
"We have to, Oliver."
"Because I'm hungry."

"Unless maybe if you marry Jennifer Cavilleri..."
"Is that what you think?"
"I think it's part of it."
"Jenny, don't you believe I love you?"
"Yes, but in a crazy way you also love my negative social status."
"I can't pass judgement, Ollie.  I just think it's part of it.  I mean, I know I love not only you yourself.  I love your name.  And your numeral."

"Would you like a clam or an oyster, Jen?"
"Would you like a punch in the mouth, Preppie?"
"Just drive, Preppie.  Get back to the wheel and start speeding!"

"Just one more time, Jenny.  Please."
"I called him.  I told him.  He said okay.  In English, because, as I told you and you don't seem to want to believe, he doesn't know a goddamn word of Italian except a few curses."
"But what does 'okay' mean?"
"Are you implying that Harvard Law School has accepted a man who can't even define 'okay'?"
"It's not a legal term, Jenny.  'Okay' could also mean 'I'll suffer through it.'  which one is that?"
"Do not bullshit my father.  And that's all, Oliver.  Truly."

"He knows I'm poor?"
"He doesn't mind?"
"At least you and he have something in common."
"But he'd be happier if I had a few bucks, right?"
"Wouldn't you?"

"Hey, Jenny!  Who's the boy?"
"Hey, Mrs. Capodilupo.  He's nothing!"
"Maybe, but the girl he's with is really something!"
"He knows."

"Yes, Phil, sir?"
"You're okay."
"Thank you, sir.  I appreciate it.  Really I do.  And you know how I feel about your daughter, sir.  And you, sir."
"Oliver, will you stop babbling like a stupid goddamn preppie, and-"
"Jennifer, can you avoid the profanity?  The sonovabitch is a guest!"

"The bride speaks too?"
"Philip, could you imagine any situation in which I would shut up?"
"No, baby.  I guess you would have to talk."

"Aunt Clara, this is my boyfriend Oliver.  He isn't a college graduate."

"Jenny, we're legally married!"
"Yeah, now I can be a bitch."

"Jenny, I'm sorry-"
"Stop!  Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.  I meant what I said, Oliver."

"Hey, listen, you bitch."
"What, you bastard?"
"I owe you a helluva lot."
"Not true, you bastard, not true."
"Not true?"
"you owe me everything."

"I had some stuff to go over with Bella Landau."
"Are you jealous?"
"No, I've got much better legs."
"Can you write a brief?"
"Can she make lasagna?"
"Yes, matter of fact, she brought some over to Gannett House tonight.  Everybody said they were as good as your legs."
"I'll bet."
"What do you say to that?"
"Does Bella Landau pay your rent?"
"Damn, why can't I ever quit when I'm ahead?"
"Because, Preppie, you never are."

From July 1, 1967
Mr. and Mrs. Oliver Barrett IV
263 East 63rd Street
New York, NY 10021
"It's so nouveau riche."

"We were supposed to play squash.  But I think I'll cancel it."
"What Jen?"
"Don't go canceling squash games, Preppie.  I don't want a flabby husband, dammit!"
"Okay, but let's have dinner downtown."
"What do you mean 'why'?  Can't I take my goddamn wife to dinner if I want to?"
"Who is she, Barrett?  What's her name?"
"Listen, when you have to take your wife to dinner on a weekday, you must be screwing someone!"
"Jennifer!  I will not have that kind of talk at my breakfast table!"
"Then get your ass home to my dinner table.  Okay?"

"Hey, Ollie.  That's not the way we're gonna do it."
"Do what?"
"I don't want Paris.  I don't need Paris.  I just want you-"
"That you've got, baby!"
"And I want time, which you can't give me."

"He's Yalie, Ol."
"Who is, Jen?"
"Ackerman.  The hematologist.  A total Yalie.  College and Med School."
"Oh.  Can he at least read and write?"
"That remains to be seen, but I know he can talk.  And I wanted to talk."
"Okay, then, for the Yalie doctor."

"I'm counting on you to be strong, you hockey jock."
"I will, I will."
"I mean, for Phil.  It's gonna be hardest for him.  You, after all, you'll be the merry widower."
"I won't be merry."
"You'll be, goddammit.  I want you to be merry.  Okay?"

"Are you okay, Jen?"
"Are you rich enough to pay for a taxi?"
"Sure, where do you want to go?"
"Like... the hospital."
"Hey, anything special you want to take along."
"Uh uh.  You."

"This meeting is restricted only to Americans of Italian descent.  So beat it, Barrett."

"It doesn't hurt, Ollie, Really.  It's like falling off a cliff in slow motion, you know?"
"You don't know about falling off cliffs, Preppie.  You never fell of one in your goddamn life."
"Yeah, when I met you."

"Listen, Oliver.  You've got to stop being sick!  That guilty look on your face, Oliver, it's sick.  It's nobody's fault, you preppie bastard.  Would you please stop blaming yourself!  Listen, that's the only goddamn thing I'm asking, Ollie.  Otherwise, I know you'll be okay."

"Screw Paris and music and all the crap you think you stole from me.  I don't care, you sonovabitch.  Can't you believe that?"

Saturday, July 24, 2010

"Over and over"

I recently really like this song called 'over and over' by Rachael Yamagata, but the lyrics always confused me. But now, I think I got it all figured.
I really thought I was okay
I really thought I was just fine
But when I woke this time
There was nothing to take me back to sleep
To take you off my mind this time

And I keep saying over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain

I need to hide within a storm, so have the lightening come
Bring the winds that scream, spill the fog all over town
Break through every door, strip away the trees
Raise the rivers high, just help me drown

Hold me in your standstill ground, and I will sink down
And you’ll be washed away

It is the moment when we need a catharsis, to get rid of all the emotions, that we may not realize that we have.

Monday, July 19, 2010


Somewhere along the way, when something died down, it could be something we own, couldn't have, or the feeling we have strongly for a particular person.  And our world turned upside down, and we were left searching for balance again.
This is the phase in life where we are searching for our horizon.

Rachael Yamagata conveyed it stunningly in her song, Horizon.  It's about feeling, though.
The last time I laid my eyes upon you
You were blowing kisses and I was waiting in the car
Something had died, yet everything around kept turning
Don’t even know where you are

Somewhere along the line we lost our horizon
I’ve been looking round, up and down to no avail
Someday I hope to find the horizon
I’ve been all around the world yet nothing is clear

The last time I held you, it was head to heart
The curtain was drawn, I left you sleeping so sound
If I had known forever after we would stay apart
I would have whispered all the things I can’t tell you now

I don’t believe in you, like I so wanted to
I hope you’d ask heavens above, to forgive all the damage you’ve done
And if I did teach you anything at all
I hope that you learn how to love
But I doubt if I’ll ever talk to you, after now

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Anoko Ni 1000%

Recently came across Anoko Ni 1000% while browsing.  One of my most favorite manga during Junior High School.

It's about Asuza, the manager of the soccer team in a high school, who was dating the captain of the team, Ikumi, and was younger than her by a year.  Everything was just fine until the couch of the team was injured and his position was temporary replaced by Takafumi, a college student, who had a crush on Asuza.  It got even worse when Cindy, an aggressive American girl, in which Ikumi met during his study in the US couple years back, moved to Japan, to be with Ikumi.

The drama, the bickering between Ikumi and Takafumi, Asuza and Cindy, it was fun to read.  The manga ended at chapter 5, but I could only find up to chapter 3.  Thus, I have no clue about the ending.  I really wish to read all of them if I get a chance.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Each time, when I wish that time will just slow down or can be fast forwarded.  It works on reverse.  And I believe it's human nature to wish for such non sense.
The fact is, time runs at the same speed, at all times.  Everything is just in our head.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The infamous Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungen

Sid was 19 and Nancy was 18 when they met. Both were junkies. She was a groupie, he was a member of the Sex Pistols, the punk rock legend. From start to end, I barely see them being sober in their true story movie.
Soon after they met, they became inseparable. In an odd codependent way, each provided what the other craved. Besides being enthralled with the sex, he found a mother in bossy her, and she found someone who wanted to be bossed. They were made for each other. Johnny Rotten (his manager) begged him to dump her, but the only person he listened to, was her.

She died in the age of 20, on the bathroom floor in their Chelsea hotel room in NYC with a single stab wound on her abdomen, she bled to her death. In the movie, it was him who stabbed her while they were on drugs and a serious argument. But the truth is, nobody really knew who really did that to her, since he himself forgot if he ever did that to her.

Then he was found dead less than 3 months after her death, heroin OD, in the same room where she died. Few days later, a suicide note was found in the pocket of his jacket, "We made a death pact, and I have to accomplish my part of the deal. Please bury me next to my baby. Please bury me with my leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots. Goodbye. With love, Sid."

She was 20 and he was 21, and it happened in real life.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Miss Zooey Deschanel

Finally made it to my first She & Him concert last Friday, I would say.. Zooey is worth all the enviousness any girl, including me, have on her.

I personally like Volume 2 better than Volume 1, some of my favorites from Volume 2 so far are in the sun, brand new shoes, and thieves.
Yes, I recorded this with my Sony Cyber-shot DSC-W370
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