Hopelessly Devoted; "Mind Over Matter Makes Pooh Unfatter."

Ahhhh, it's that time of the month again. Nope, I don't mean THAT time of the month. I mean: Entertainment-Marathon-Week. EMW is a period of time - usually lasts for a week or two - that obliges me to WATCH random things interconnected to entertainment. TV Series, Movies, Music Videos, Viral Videos, Happy Tree Friends (kidding!). This month's EMW encompasses PUSHING DAISIES. And supposedly, Mamma Mia (sadly the pirated DVD sucks - it's not even a clear copy so I'm so off with it so now I'm re-watching Pushing Daisies).

Lee Pace is just so TALL. And Anna Friel's acting is so... real.

(Kevin P. parody)

In a nutshell:

(-Kevin P. parody ends here- LOL!)

Pushing Daisies is about a 20-something guy named Ned who has become a pie-maker due to childhood circumstances (see show for more details). But he's not just any ordinary pie-maker. In fact, he's not anyone ordinary at all! He can bring dead people alive with just a touch (even a brush of skin here is considered as touch). But there ARE conditions, though. A touched-person can only stay alive for ONE MINUTE or else someone in close proximity will die a sudden death. Another condition: A touched-person cannot be touched for a second time or else he or she will die forever! "First touch, life. Second touch, death forever," says the narrator.



The gist starts when in the pilot episode, it's seen that her childhood love named Chuck (a.k.a Charlotte Charles - played by Anna Friel) died a mysterious death (see show for more details). He touched her once - this connotes LIFE. But he can't touch her again - or else, DEATH. Basically, they can't touch. They can't kiss. they can't hug. They can't have you-know-what. Which sucks, by the way. LOL!

Ned has another career, though. He interrogates the dead ("Do you know who killed you?", and then plucks the corresponding rewards) with Emerson Cod (see show for more details).


Despite all the restrictions, the show is still so sweet. But not too sweet to the extent of saccharine-ness. Ned is a cute act. And Anna Friel is a talented Brit. Yes, she's a Brit but in the show she managed/manages to set aside her British accent and make her dialogues seem accent-less. She's that talented!

Although its first season only consists of 9 episodes (due to the Strike), Pushing Diasies has been nominated 18 Emmy nominations (I don't know what percent o'those it has won). But seriously, it's THAT good.

You know what else is funny? Chuck's two agoraphobic aunts! They used to be swimmers called "The Darling Mermaid Darlings". But due to unfortunate circumstances, they retreated to the darkness of their house.

Oh, one thing I forgot to mention: Wikipedia considers this as a forensic fairy tale dramedy (or so I remember it to be that).

I'm not sure if men would like THIS kind of show since, after all, it's a "fairy tale dramedy". But the show's storyline is really good. And so witty.

Its second season comes in October, in case you're interested.

"Awww. You're stuck. You're like Winnie the Pooh!" - Chuck to Emerson Cod

"Mind over matter makes Pooh unfatter!" - Chuck to Emerson Cod

Why "Pushing Daisies", you ask? Well, nobody knows! Wait for the second season!



So basically, while I wait in vain for Gossip Girl's much-awaited second season on September 1, I am quick to re-watching the whole Pushing Daisies season.

After all, I'm "hopelessly devoted to you..."

LOL!

Before I forget, I'd like to thank Elaine for giving me the whole season. THANK YOU!

Do I Really Want This?

Exams week. The week of my happiness; no sarcasm, mind you. I've been pretty happy lately - I've been happily playing Pokemon from VBA (thanks to Carl) and thoroughly NOT studying. Nonetheless, I've learned quite a lot.

And now, students, we tackle the difference between LEARNING and STUDYING.

You don't need to freaking memorize the Math book, Chem book, Bio book, Literature book, whatever metallurgical book to learn something. You can learn even by just LOOKING at its cover. Literally. This post - I'd like to recite out loud. I'd like to speak it in front of a hundred people - a hundred grade-obsessed people - parents and children and old people alike. Teachers, even. I know that many of G-O people are pressured. I do know that that pressure is so dominant. Yes, I know that and I have the right to say it out loud because heck, I was a valedictorian. And there's this certain quality that valedictorians HAVE that other smart, intellectual non-valedictorian people don't. Ain't bragging. Simply stating to make a CLEAR point to the G-O people who happen to be non-v.

Pressure is dominant, overwhelming and even... intimidating. But you are not SUPPOSED to let it control your life! You're not supposed to, I reiterate (this is from one of my previous posts), sit on your arse and watch the world revolve on its axis. You keep saying that you're pressured by your stage moms and stage dads (I have a stage mom. A total stage mom.) - so is half of the world!

You are also not supposed to belittle people who are not as persistent as you are. I know what you all would probably say. "I don't have pride. I'm still here, down, earth." Whatever. Tell you what, you live with pride! There is no single creature in this world who has NO pride. It's just a matter of how HIGH it is, my friends. And when you're an overachieving G-O. You live with pride. Automatically. Am I right? Quick. Look at yourselves. Then answer: Am I right?

Worst, these belittled people, sometimes, are smarter than those ABOVE. These belittled people don't care about Significant Figures. They don't care about crap like that. They care about the world. Personally, yes, I'm one of those belittled people. I used to be an overachiever (but not a G-O) and yet I still feel the judgment. Think about it.

So what if I don't get a perfect score in the Chem test today huh? What happens? Will the world die? No, it won't.

Nobody is perfect. No KIND of intellect is perfect. Everybody has a different kind of brain.

Ask yourselves before you falter. "Do I really want this?" Do you really want to be an overachieving G-O? I'll give you a clearer citation. Being an overachiever G-O is like being at the peak of the mountain. Mt. Everest, for example. Your smartness knows that Mt. Everest has ice at its peak, right? You're at the peak of the mountain. You built your house there - at the peak. Your house topples over but doesn't fall because you hold on to it. Your smartness realizes that: "Shit. I built my house at the tip of the mountain! What do I do? It will fall anytime soon now!" Better yet, you think: "What was I THINKING???"

That's my point. You weren't thinking at all. Or worse, you never had a brain to start with. You were aiming for fame, prestige, recognition... which is okay to aim at as long as you know yourself and you know the mountain itself. Now, the people at the middle part of the mountain are happy and satisified with their lives. Even though you stepped on them during your race to the top, they forgave you. Why? Because they weren't aiming for the peak! They were aiming for clean living. They were aiming for what was right. They're the SMART ONES!

Again, ask yourself. "Do I really want this?"

If I asked my freshman self that question, I'd say: "Yes! Yes! YES! I WANT IT. I want to be know all over the school as the V! I want fame, prestige, recognition!"

If I asked my sophomore self that question, I'd say: "I don't really know."

Now, I ask myself. The answer is a big fat NO. Why? You G-O people ask. Because the price to pay is not worth it. It's like buying Hitler's white Mustang for $4000 when I could buy, say, Nick Joaquin's dented Mustang for $1000. Shall I speak of it more? Do I want to automatically have pride as high as Mt. Everest? No. Do I want to step on to other people? No. Do I want my house to fall? No. What happens if I say yes to all those questions? What's the effect, the aftermath? What do I get? Fame? School fame that will vanish itself after you graduate school? No. I don't want that. Look at Oprah. Influential, right? Was she a G-O back in her high school? No. Look at Tyra Banks! She didn't even finish college! She's now a female-empowerment advocate now. How about me? The belittled one? My achievements? Well, I bet you that white Mustang. I struck a tone in your brains, didn't I? I'm not academically the smartest creature. But I have a brain. A brain that thinks differently. And yes, I call myself smart. Besides, you won't be able to read up to THIS long if what I said isn't making any sense.

"Do I really want this?"

No.

Freaking Pissed

Again, I'm supposed to be doing OTHER stuff right now. I do feel the need to shout: EFF YOU ALL SO MUCH.

I wish I could put the whole F-word here. It's just so nice saying it. It makes me feel more of a human being and less of a superficial naive.

Every night the same rituals materialize right before my eyes. I hate hearing your voice. I hate seeing your face. I hate listening to your words and I hate you more than any words could depict, sketch, paint, draw. Whatever. F you!!!!

WOULD YOU PLEASE JUST FRIGGIN' STOP SAYING THOSE THINGS?

They don't make any sense to me at all. You are an irrational, delusional climber. And that thought alone is enough to ruin anyone's mood forever. I can't stand you. Listen to yourself. LOOK at yourself and maybe your hatred would turn itself in on you. That would be better. I would then finally live a peaceful life. And then maybe I could freely go to Heaven. Without your voice, your words, your thoughts, your face, your life. I don't want you. I don't like you. I hate you.

Eff you.

Fcuk you!!!!!