The Mark Darcy kind

Such a long day.  Was by myself at the office, the other guy had a day off for his cat spaying operation, the rest of the people went to Las Vegas for a show that our company participated.  Was freaked out a little due to enormous calls from customers for technical issues, in which I don't have much knowledge in that area.  I guess because today was the election day, people had more free time.  Some customers had been quite harsh, it hurt me.  Kept telling myself to stay positive, not the end of life, it will be better tomorrow!

How was your day?  It had to be better than mine (:

Missing the Monsieur, terribly.  He used to be there to tell me that it will be fine, we will work it out together, and there was nothing for me to worry.  I really need to be brave and depend on myself only.  I can't even share it with my family or friends.  I guess when someone got their way to our life, and we are so used to have that person around, it's going to take some time to get used to life without that person.

It's November already, how fast!  I remembered typing how I love the red leaves when October started, now most of them have turned brownish already.  November is great as well, I always love the holiday months which are November and December!  Thanksgiving, Christmas, then New Year.  Can't wait to stuff myself with wonderful meals, presents, celebrations, and the snow!  Who doesn't love that?  But I really have to save up starting now, which seems a little too late.  The weather has dropped to below 50 during daylight and below 40 at night, sometimes 30, these few days, which is a good reason to stay at home more.

I already got some old unwatched movies on my list.  Definitely will get Heathers and Amélie due to their outstanding reviews.  Any recommendations?  I'm almost done reading 'Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason', and I'm kind of sad because I will miss reading about Bridget and Mark.  I used to read and watch Bridget Jones' Diary over and over, but the second movie disappointed me, so I didn't read the book.  But decided to read the book now as part of my staying at home plan.  Which turns out even better and more hilarious than the first book.  Couldn't help but giggling  most of the time because of the comical Bridget, and loving Mark Darcy character all over again!  Colin Firth is definitely Mark Darcy!  You know, the type of guy with mature and calm kind of charm.  So dreamy.  Heheh! I'm such a girl!

Cardigan - Urban Outfitters, dress - Forever 21, scarf - Anthropologie, tights - Benetton, shoes - Free People

Thank you for being a friend

I love this 1980s show so much, and so so so so adore all of the four characters, so I'm watching it again for the second time.  It's about 4 women living under the same roof, and the setting was also in the 80s.

Now I get why this show was so popular and how all of them won the Emmy Award throughout the series' entire run. Because it is not typical! Most of these days' TV shows are only interesting in the first or second runs, but the storyline is just plain and it gets old after that. But Golden Girls is simply outstanding, with different conflicts in each episode that could just tangle with one another in a sweet way. The synical mother daughter, Sophia (Estelle Getty) and Dorothy (Bea Arthur), the naive Rose (Betty White, she is the only one that is still alive as of today!), who always cracked me up each time she told the story of her hometown, St. Olaf and how the rest responded to her story, and the bold and naughty Blanche (Rue McClanahan), cute southern accent and was so used to talk about her sex life, and how she seduced men and never admitted that she was in her 50s (she tent to refer herself as 'woman in her 40s' and the rest of the girls as 'old people').  Estelle (who played Dorothy's mom) was actually younger than Bea and Betty in real life.

Despite the lightness in its storyline and setting, I could never get enough of these girls!

The eccentric Goddess

I was never really a fan of eccentric. But Ms. Nagi Noda here is an exception, she has this gifted tallent in art, which is also breathtaking. Her piece was always one of a kind.  And it seems to happen often, extraordinary talented human being has shorter life, she left without her piece in September 7, 2008, in the age of 35.

Some of her masterpiece:

The hair hats

The broken label

My all time favorite, Sid Vicious tomb cake at the Horror Cafe!

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."

"What?"

"The fact that I like it."

"Hey, Jen..."

"Yeah?"

"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?"

"Yeah."

"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?"

"Sonovabitch."

"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."

"Oliver?"

"Yes?"

"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?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because..."

"Oh, that's a very good reason."

"You're staying for dinner.  That's an order."

"We can't, sir."

"We have to, Oliver."

"Why?"

"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?"

"Yes."

"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?"

"Yes."

"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."

"Oliver?"

"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."

"Oh?"

"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."

CHANGE OF ADDRESS

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."

"Bullshit."

"What Jen?"

"Don't go canceling squash games, Preppie.  I don't want a flabby husband, dammit!"

"Okay, but let's have dinner downtown."

"Why?"

"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?"

"What?"

"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?"

"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."

"Okay."

"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?"

"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."

"Okay."

"It doesn't hurt, Ollie, Really.  It's like falling off a cliff in slow motion, you know?"
"Yeah."
"Bullshit."

"Huh?"

"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?"

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.

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.

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

Her handsome Italian

It happened when I first laid my eyes on his tall figure in Juventus uniform from my daddy's subscribed sport newspaper in 1997.  I was never much a sport person, but because of him I started to enjoy soccer, as long as he is in the game.  Despite all the hateful comments toward his performances and the rise of other younger talented good-looking players, I still like him best.  As of 1 February 2010, he is the all time leading scorer in European Cup competitions.  Time flies, sport stars do get old, but he will always be my Super Pippo.

Italy exited the World Cup finals without winning a game, they have not won at all in 2010 World Cup.  But I could care less since he was not in the team.

Life in Mono

Great Expectations, with Ethan Hawke and Gwyneth Paltrow, 1998, I still remember.  I was in my last year of junior high.  Rented the VCD (yes, 1998 was the VCD era) without my parents' acknowledgement.  Well, until daddy found out, it was rated PG-13, got shut down, but I still managed to finish the movie when daddy was not around.  That was how memorable this movie is, not the PG-13 part, but I personally think that's the best of both Ethan and Gwyneth, as of today.

Life in mono, one of the movie's feature soundtrack, is actually the most memorable part, at least to me.  It expresses a lot of feelings, both the melody and lyrics.  Recently my sister re-watched the movie again, so we listen to this song, again and again.

The stranger sang a theme, from someone else's dream

The leaves began to fall, and no one spoke at all

But I can't seem to recall, when you came along

Ingenue, I just don't know what to do

The tree-lined avenue, begins to fade from view

Drowning past regrets, in tea and cigarettes

But I can't seem to forget, when you came along

There are many interpretations regarding the lyrics.  I buy this one more, it's about meeting this person, for a short period of time, and we were left with a feeling that we don't even know when it started yet we couldn't forget.  Well, that is the hardest part, to forget.

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