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i want us to fight over the space on the bed, possession of the remote control and dinner destination decisions. i want to have long, going-off-tangent conversations on unrelated topics that begin with the uselessness of the appendix (other than to have appendicitis) and end with the binary form of words. i want to feel the relief of stretching strained muscles caused by complete absence of motion in an uncomfortable position because you have fallen asleep on my chest and your spit has caked on my nipple. i want to be smothered with unending sweet kisses and overly tight embraces. i want to choke laughing at the sound and smell of your fart. i want to make love to you, watching the beautiful contortions of your face and then you'd look at me and ask: "what's wrong?" and i'd say: "absolutely nothing." followed by your celestial moans all the way to supernova.

in other words,

i want to be with you.

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P. S. I LOVE YOU by jeeanfoxy

ok, before you snare at what you just read, let me just say that the title doesn't give justice to the movie. it isn't as cheesy as you think. or maybe that's just me. it's a chick flick for cryin out loud! but i do think guys could get something out of this. you don't have rocks for hearts, do you guys? *smug*

"A young widow discovers that her late husband has left her 10 messages intended to help ease her pain and start a new life."

starring:
Hilary Swank
Gerard Butler ( fyi, he's King Leonidas, bitches! )
Lisa Kudrow
Kathy Bates

my cousin meggy came home today and as a bonding moment we watched this movie in her room.

so here's the deal, let's cut the crap.

i'm impressed. the dialogues were long but nonetheless entertaining. the story is somewhat different from the rest of the chick flicks i've seen and it kept me guessing what was gonna be the resolution. lovezit. it was a little dragging though, a bit confusing at times (i always needed to tell the flashbacks and the imagination apart) but the context was intense, romantic, realistic, heavy, but it never failed to give me the good ol' "awwwww...". it was drama with a pint of comedy and just the right mix of love.

and goddamit those filming locations are superb!!!
( if it's CGI, then wtf, i don't care. )

here are some of my favorite lines.

Gerry Kennedy/Gerard Butler:
Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you

Holly Kennedy/Hilary Swank:
[crying] When daddy left, I was fourteen, and I said... never again, no man. And then I meet Gerry. This wonderful man happens to me and then, and then, and then he died! What was the point? I'm so angry I could kill somebody. I'm alone, and it doesn't matter what job I have or what I do or what I don't do or what friends I have, he's not here. I mean you're alone no matter what.

Holly Kennedy/Hilary Swank:
Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... except, it's time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world... she has never seen Ireland. So, I'm taking her back where we started... Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write to you again soon. P.S... Guess what?


Jeeanfoxy:
Love is forever. It's a blackhole that's hard to get out of. You can turn into shreds or just disappear. But the weird thing about it is we love the feeling of not being able to get out. Love conquers our being. It unleashes our inner selves and our truest needs and wants. And if we die in this black hole confused, in denial, and alone, the important thing is we had the chance to experience all the risks, the falls, and the renaissance, and we regret no more. It is the reality that we're all afraid of. Why? Because once again, we know, we can't get out of it. There's no stopping it. It sucks you in and drains you of your strength. It drained me. It did. It still does. But to my surprise, the pain it causes me gives me happiness because the pain always ends, and the pleasure afterwards seems better. You and I have entered into the world of uncertainty and moments tainted with sinful thoughts and inescapable agony, fear and hope, but still, love is there, and suddenly the ocean breeze whispers, "I'm wind. I can be stronger, I can be a storm, but I'm still me, and you're still together. And then I disappear, and you realize that you're in each others' arms, closer than ever, your everlasting warmth keeping you alive."

That warmth, is nothing else, but love.
And I'm keeping it.

I'm alive. Love keeps me breathing.

xoxo
Jeean

ps.
I love you.


*yes. the cinemafia is open for chick flick reviews as well, as long as they're as good as this. -don skizzo

bored and dangerous

how am i? just peachy. thanks for not asking.

it's been almost three months since mt. asshole erupted and i hightailed the uno premises to keep my (in)sanity intact. once again, i had donned the derelicte duds of a hapless bum and had lazed around the house, much to the chagrin of my common dwellers. my only friends during the long periods of ennui were the mythbusters and the occasional internet-borne stimuli. having watched every dvd i bought before i kicked the work bucket and with nary a cent to purchase new ones, i turned to torrent technology to help me brush up on the movies i've missed. subsituting popcorn with spicy noodles, i watched son of rambow, teeth, the boondock saints (a new favorite), blade runner, the mutant chronicles and many others (no, that's not a movie. i dont know if there's a movie with such a title. what i meant was...you knew that.) . i re-viewed kevin smith's chasing amy and loved it twice more. also saw the orphanage, which was okay but not scary enough. damn i miss being scared.

the goddess of all things cute and sexy, whom i love with every ounce of blood that passes through my ventricles, was instrumental in jolting me out of my drear but her appearances were confined to my waking and sleeping hours. sometimes i'd be lucky to have her undivided attention for a whole day and i'd be secretly pressing my nostrils on the computer monitor, hoping to get a whiff of her beautiful hair's beautiful smell. her laughter is my vitamin.

anyways, i'll be saying au revoir to loserdom soon for i bagged a new job and will be starting on tuesday. office stuff but it pays well so screw "doing what you makes you happy" for now. at least i'd be stretching my lip muscles on salary day. i'm itching to get my phalanges on a psp god of war limited edition, which is not counting chickens before they are hatched but setting a goal to keep me up on whatever i should be up on. i've sworn to do well on this one, take it seriously and not fuck around so that i can save for my future and all that shit.

that's that, bye for now and as darkwing duck used to say, let's get dangerous...

p.s. i created a separate blog for movie reviews and decided to make it a group blog where friends can be regular reviewers. if you've got a predilection for them ole moving pictures and fondly type your thoughts, you should join cinemafia.
p.p.s. i want a baby. now.

never mind

i remember when i transferred to ihmc in san juan during second grade, i had to take an iq test and scored 146. do iq's increase over time? i don't know if this is real but i'm posting it anyways because egoboosters like this come by rarely for me. i still hold dear my 146 score, though. i was effin eight years old, man!

cut me some slack, please. it's a slow day.

short story: four weeks

He was Jak without a C and she was Michele with one L. He was a writer and she was a nurse. That was how they introduced themselves when they first met at a party and they immediately hit it off. After weeks of horror movies and rough sex in his basement bedroom, Jak proposed to Michele by dressing up as a surgeon and pulling out a cheap ring from a patient's open chest. She said yes. They moved into an apartment downtown that was close to the hospital and were very happily married until they realized how different they were. Hence, they fought a lot.

While Michele worked her butt off in the hospital, Jak stayed at home most of the time, collecting rejection slips from publishers. He tried to work at a fast food joint but kept forgetting orders and burning patties so he was fired on day one. He was offered a job at an advertising company but he just didn't want to be an office tool. Michele would come home and they'd fight about everything but they would always patch things up again because Jak would always find a creative way to make it up to her.

One morning, Jak decided to end his life.

They had a big shouting match the previous night and he broke a vase. At breakfast, he hugged Michele and told her: "I love you, love. I am so sorry. Everything will be okay now." She kissed him and left for work without saying a word.

Jak cleaned the apartment. He washed the dishes, picked up his clothes, swept the floor and threw out the trash. He then showered, shaved and put on the tuxedo he wore on their wedding. He even combed his hair. After checking himself in front of the bedroom mirror, Jak pulled out a toolbox from under the bed and took the gun inside it.

He returned to the mirror and sat on the chair he had placed in front of it. In the back of his mind, he hoped that his death would get his stories the attention they deserve. But more importantly, Michele was better off without him. She'd probably hook up with that doctor who kept hitting on her and have a way happier life than he could ever give her.

He smiled at himself and thought: "Now, I'll never get the chance to see her striptease out of her nurse uniform. Oh, well."

He grabbed the gun, placed the barrel in his mouth and closed his eyes.

The doorbell rang.

Jak put the gun away and answered the door. It was Scotty, their obnoxious neighbor.

"Hey, Jak," he said. "Do you have a shovel I can borrow? You see, I'm..."

"No," Jak said and began to close the door.

But Scotty stopped it. "Don't you wanna know why I need a shovel? You see, I have to bury..."

"No," Jak said and pushed the door shut.

"Hey, why are you wearing a tux anyway? You a magician or something? Can you teach me some tricks?"

Jak walked towards the bedroom but suddenly had an idea for a story. As a force of habit, he tore a Post-It from the pad and wrote it down. He was about to stick it on the wall behind his PC but then realized the business at hand and so he just crumpled it up and threw it into bin. In the bedroom, he turned on the stereo and played The Ramones' Blitzkrieg Bop because he thought that was a good song to die to. When he was back on the chair, the gun wasn't on the desk. He had forgotten where he put it. He searched the whole desk and pulled out the drawers but it wasn't there. He checked the bed, the closet, the bathroom and got zilch. He looked for it everywhere and basically messed up the whole house again in the process but he just couldn't find the gun. He gave up and calmed himself down. Whenever he forgot something, the best way to remember it was to stop thinking about it. So, he turned on the TV and sat on the couch.

He felt the gun press on his lower back. He stood up and learned that the gun had been holstered behind him all along.

He turned the TV off, went back to the bedroom, played Blitzkrieg Bop again and put the gun in his mouth.

"Jak!" came Michele's voice followed by the door closing. Jak spun around and slowly placed the gun inside a drawer.

Michele entered the bedroom with her left hand on her tummy and a small white object in between her right thumb and index finger. There was a hole on it that showed a red plus sign.

"We're gonna have a baby!"

Jak simply gulped.