20030614
"Y Tu Mamá También" (And Your Mother Too)
Today, I watched a movie about two (straight) teenage boys' crazy sexual romp, with all the sex, blowjobs and masturbation that could easily qualifies it to be a softcore porn movie. Amazon.com: DVD: Y Tu Mama Tambien (And Your Mother Too) - Unrated Edition (2001) is very unwatchable for me, probably because I am prudish and unused to seeing this kind of debauchery. I guess I understand why the film chose to be unrated.
The setting was set in Mexico. The story began with a very explicit sexual intercourse between Julio and his girlfriend. Julio made his girlfriend promise not to engage in any sexual activity, and yet in a sort of hypocrisy, Julio and his cousin, Tenoch already began to talk about getting other girls in the sack. Eventually, they, who are 17, meet a beautiful 28-year-old married woman, Luisa. At first, Luisa was unwilling to spend time with the boys but changed her mind upon getting a call from her druken husband telling her that he was cheating on her. This happens in the middle of the movie, which is two hours. The time made toward that middle is spent in disgusting fart jokes and swimming pool masturbation where the boys masturbating separately in Tenoch's home call out names to get each others off.
After the middle, revelations are made and tensions revealed. At first, I thought all the purpose of the movie was for gratuitous sex with a very limited plot, but the story found itself almost redeemed at the ending twenty minutes of the movie. The climax that I was mildly surprised, though not unsupportive, to see. The boys were stoned, but if you want to know more, email me. They engaged in something mild that raised issue with their sexuality and broke their friendship forever, never seeing each other again. Although they were in a liberated state of mind, the experience was not something they would forget nor cherish. And as for Luisa, her tragedy helped to bring the film to a little more enlightened though sadder value.
I wholeheartedly did not enjoy the film as a whole, but felt that the ending was absolutely endearing. So until the climax and the scene before it, where the boys and the woman were getting more drunk, I would have given the film a rating of 1.0 out of 10. If I only saw the end of the movie and/or the sex scenes were deleted or toned down or at least covered! I could have pulled the rating up to 7.5.
Today, I watched a movie about two (straight) teenage boys' crazy sexual romp, with all the sex, blowjobs and masturbation that could easily qualifies it to be a softcore porn movie. Amazon.com: DVD: Y Tu Mama Tambien (And Your Mother Too) - Unrated Edition (2001) is very unwatchable for me, probably because I am prudish and unused to seeing this kind of debauchery. I guess I understand why the film chose to be unrated.
The setting was set in Mexico. The story began with a very explicit sexual intercourse between Julio and his girlfriend. Julio made his girlfriend promise not to engage in any sexual activity, and yet in a sort of hypocrisy, Julio and his cousin, Tenoch already began to talk about getting other girls in the sack. Eventually, they, who are 17, meet a beautiful 28-year-old married woman, Luisa. At first, Luisa was unwilling to spend time with the boys but changed her mind upon getting a call from her druken husband telling her that he was cheating on her. This happens in the middle of the movie, which is two hours. The time made toward that middle is spent in disgusting fart jokes and swimming pool masturbation where the boys masturbating separately in Tenoch's home call out names to get each others off.
After the middle, revelations are made and tensions revealed. At first, I thought all the purpose of the movie was for gratuitous sex with a very limited plot, but the story found itself almost redeemed at the ending twenty minutes of the movie. The climax that I was mildly surprised, though not unsupportive, to see. The boys were stoned, but if you want to know more, email me. They engaged in something mild that raised issue with their sexuality and broke their friendship forever, never seeing each other again. Although they were in a liberated state of mind, the experience was not something they would forget nor cherish. And as for Luisa, her tragedy helped to bring the film to a little more enlightened though sadder value.
I wholeheartedly did not enjoy the film as a whole, but felt that the ending was absolutely endearing. So until the climax and the scene before it, where the boys and the woman were getting more drunk, I would have given the film a rating of 1.0 out of 10. If I only saw the end of the movie and/or the sex scenes were deleted or toned down or at least covered! I could have pulled the rating up to 7.5.
20030612
Let Justice be Done, Though Heaven Falls!
AtPlay is introducing the idea that knowing the music you like can help bring light to the personality, belief and attitude of who you are.
While I generally agree with what the article seeks to portray, in order to make the post more interesting and less drier than simply the display of a link and entertaining the fact that I am interested in it, I will play the Devil's advocate (capitalization intended).
One must recognize that (1) people tend to have misconception about the music they listen to and (2) people tend to gravitate based on that misconception and through the influence of music is changed by and effect changes to that type of music.
Long ago, people tell me, rap was considered good music. It now seems to have degenerated into this contorted lackadaisical shouting fits of hating women, people with alternative sexuality, Americans of African heritage, and many other minorities in general seen (by American males of European heritage as well as African heritage) fit to be debased and mistreated.
The question is not that people began to like the degrading music but that when the artists released those kinds of music, white and black trash people flocked to listen. Perhaps the music had it within itself to provide the fodder for debasing music. Or perhaps it is the English language itself that allows rap music to arise. But one cannot blame the English language, which was created by the people to serve as a form of communication.
There we come to the circular argument that amplifies each other and does nothing to help aid in understanding the question presented in the first place.
On another note, I've finished the Finals this week, I'm done! Whee. So summer officially begins for me.
I've received a book, free, The Age of Science: What Scientists Learned in the Twentieth Century for being the best freshman student in General Chemistry class. I knew that CSUH was almost too easy for me, but still, I enjoy the little gifts and rewards that life offers for being an excelling student. Maybe I shouldn't say that online . . . I don't feel comfortable. It's so weird. I feel like I could get punished for feeling gratification. I guess I'm really, really, very, very superstitious. I always see meanings in everything.
AtPlay is introducing the idea that knowing the music you like can help bring light to the personality, belief and attitude of who you are.
While I generally agree with what the article seeks to portray, in order to make the post more interesting and less drier than simply the display of a link and entertaining the fact that I am interested in it, I will play the Devil's advocate (capitalization intended).
One must recognize that (1) people tend to have misconception about the music they listen to and (2) people tend to gravitate based on that misconception and through the influence of music is changed by and effect changes to that type of music.
Long ago, people tell me, rap was considered good music. It now seems to have degenerated into this contorted lackadaisical shouting fits of hating women, people with alternative sexuality, Americans of African heritage, and many other minorities in general seen (by American males of European heritage as well as African heritage) fit to be debased and mistreated.
The question is not that people began to like the degrading music but that when the artists released those kinds of music, white and black trash people flocked to listen. Perhaps the music had it within itself to provide the fodder for debasing music. Or perhaps it is the English language itself that allows rap music to arise. But one cannot blame the English language, which was created by the people to serve as a form of communication.
There we come to the circular argument that amplifies each other and does nothing to help aid in understanding the question presented in the first place.
On another note, I've finished the Finals this week, I'm done! Whee. So summer officially begins for me.
I've received a book, free, The Age of Science: What Scientists Learned in the Twentieth Century for being the best freshman student in General Chemistry class. I knew that CSUH was almost too easy for me, but still, I enjoy the little gifts and rewards that life offers for being an excelling student. Maybe I shouldn't say that online . . . I don't feel comfortable. It's so weird. I feel like I could get punished for feeling gratification. I guess I'm really, really, very, very superstitious. I always see meanings in everything.
20030611
[Insert title here]
Part 2 of 2
The sun is currently refusing to obey me today. And so, we have cold weather, very cloudy. Of course, I will admit that the yellow disc did show up in the afternoon, but then went hide and seek again. How like a child! Childish in mischieviousness, and childlike in innocence. Never mind the fact that the sun is, by scientific account, 15,000,000,000 years older than me, give or take 19. Of course, the Christian calendar says different and should not be discounted. There may be some importance in Christianity, or other religions like Hinduism, Buddhism (an Hindu offshoot), Islam, and multitudes in that they are early written or oral account, which may give slight hints to the possible beginning of human civilization, which in itself is an edifying achievement for our humble Earth.
The best and most notable thing people can say about myself is that I am bored. The interesting thing that I did today was avoid all uses of pronouns in referring to the sun. I did not call the sun a he, she, or it, for neither of these pronouns fit the fact that the sun cannot be classified as a man, a woman, or a thing. Not a thing because a thing is rude to the sun that provides the basis for our culminating existence after oh, so many years.
Damn, I must fix the archives. I don't know how to make it work so that people can look through my old files, find something of interest, and perhaps link to them. I'm sorry for those who are reading this right now and are probably getting turned off by yours truly who have neglected to follow the fundamental laws of web logging, which I must say is by itself, as everybody knows, a misnomer. So anyway, I have committed cardinal sins after sins. I am to repent.
Now, what relevance does this have to my previous post? after all, it seems to lack relation and dismerit the subheading titling it the 2nd part of two consecutive posts. I can't say I know what I am talking about now.
This is who I am, right? I think sometimes I write like others do and so, I am not different but the same. It is the sameness that disqualifies me from getting this post to popularity.
I know, I know. I used some vague statements trying to sound interesting but never quite reaching the passage of epic achievements and complete originality. Where am I taking you?
I've finished my Chemistry and my Math exams on Monday and Wednesday (today), respectively. Now tomorrow is my American Sign Language exam. This Friday, I am going horseriding with a group of classmates, acquaintances, to enjoy the last day before summer officially begin. Everybody's graduating at this time of the year. You know, I should avoid those absolute statements like every, all, never, none. But it's just so easy to use them to generalize everything.
Part 2 of 2
The sun is currently refusing to obey me today. And so, we have cold weather, very cloudy. Of course, I will admit that the yellow disc did show up in the afternoon, but then went hide and seek again. How like a child! Childish in mischieviousness, and childlike in innocence. Never mind the fact that the sun is, by scientific account, 15,000,000,000 years older than me, give or take 19. Of course, the Christian calendar says different and should not be discounted. There may be some importance in Christianity, or other religions like Hinduism, Buddhism (an Hindu offshoot), Islam, and multitudes in that they are early written or oral account, which may give slight hints to the possible beginning of human civilization, which in itself is an edifying achievement for our humble Earth.
The best and most notable thing people can say about myself is that I am bored. The interesting thing that I did today was avoid all uses of pronouns in referring to the sun. I did not call the sun a he, she, or it, for neither of these pronouns fit the fact that the sun cannot be classified as a man, a woman, or a thing. Not a thing because a thing is rude to the sun that provides the basis for our culminating existence after oh, so many years.
Damn, I must fix the archives. I don't know how to make it work so that people can look through my old files, find something of interest, and perhaps link to them. I'm sorry for those who are reading this right now and are probably getting turned off by yours truly who have neglected to follow the fundamental laws of web logging, which I must say is by itself, as everybody knows, a misnomer. So anyway, I have committed cardinal sins after sins. I am to repent.
Now, what relevance does this have to my previous post? after all, it seems to lack relation and dismerit the subheading titling it the 2nd part of two consecutive posts. I can't say I know what I am talking about now.
This is who I am, right? I think sometimes I write like others do and so, I am not different but the same. It is the sameness that disqualifies me from getting this post to popularity.
I know, I know. I used some vague statements trying to sound interesting but never quite reaching the passage of epic achievements and complete originality. Where am I taking you?
I've finished my Chemistry and my Math exams on Monday and Wednesday (today), respectively. Now tomorrow is my American Sign Language exam. This Friday, I am going horseriding with a group of classmates, acquaintances, to enjoy the last day before summer officially begin. Everybody's graduating at this time of the year. You know, I should avoid those absolute statements like every, all, never, none. But it's just so easy to use them to generalize everything.
