i'm a little teapot

*eyes tags list balefully*

One of these days, I'm going to re-tag every single entry I've posted on this LJ. This disorganized clutter will soon come to an end!

But not today. No, today is Shopping With My Mother On A Sale Day. Which basically means that she'll enjoy herself while I won't, since I will end up carrying more than 75% of the things she'll buy. I can't wait 'til my brother grows up so my mother would foist her shopping onto him. I'm getting tired of playing the Male Child Substitute, especially since my parents now have a Real Male Child.²

Also, several hours' worth of sleep still isn't enough to erase my self-recrimination re: QPI. Damn it.





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¹ Assuming arms have tear ducts. Unless the 'weeping' done by arms are symbolically accomplished through sweating? Hm. Must ponder more on this.
² If you managed to understand this sentence, I salute you. Reading it again, I'm not sure of what I'm trying to say here. Please, enlighten the ignorant (i.e. me), and inform said ignorant personages what you think I meant when I wrote the aforementioned sentence.

See, even when FanFiction.Net is seen as a place where the desperate look for fics, my faith in it is restored when they come up with features like this.

See, this is why I love them old movies: they make me feel all fluffy inside. Not only do they have different conventions and tropes that aren't applicable to the film industry these days, the posters bear no resemblance to the actors in the film at all. xD

The Return of the Scarlet Pimpernel is the sequel to the 1934 film The Scarlet Pimpernel. Barry K. Barnes plays Sir Percy Blakeney, whose secret identity as the Scarlet Pimpernel is already known by all and sundry. Since this is the case, Citizen Chauvelin (Francis Lister) plots to capture Sir Percy by kidnapping his wife, Lady Marguerite Blakeney (Sophie Stewart, whom, by the way, I think is waaaaay better than Merle Oberon). Add in a saucy Spanish actress, passionate orators of the Republic, and random clueless French soldiers, and you have yourselves a fine romp through the Reign of Terror.

This being a Pimpernel film, Sir Percy gets to wear outrageous disguises with funny accents. I also love that the League gets more screen time this time around, though I still resent the fact that they're only entitled to run-of-the-mill disguises. (However, Anthony Bushell, reprising his role as Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, was excellent eye-candy :D)

Plot-wise, I think this is weaker than its predecessor. Script- and acting-wise, however, it is far superior to the Leslie Howards version. The jokes seem to flow more naturally, and there were less stilted moments in the film. The only beef I have with this is the fact that we don't get to see Sir Percy the Effete Fop; we only get a washed-out version who swings his quizzing glass in time with his drawling.

While no other adaptation could possibly top the 1982 version with Anthony Andrews and Jane Seymour, I prefer this to the 1934 version with Leslie Howards. (Don't get me wrong, I love the Howards version -- it's just that Merle Oberon ruined the film for me.) First, it's because it's more true to the spirit of the book than the 1934 film; second, I actually liked the actor they got for Citizen Chauvelin (his cheeks are so big I wanted to pinch them!). But then again, I'm always happy to watch Pimpernel adaptations, so this film basically made my day for me. :D

1. Picked up my contract to take my practicum at Medical City earlier. My interview with Globe Telecoms is tomorrow. Couldn't I just take both? Whither shall I go? Decisions, decisions...

2. I have a hold order from the chemistry department. Methinks it's because the lab breakage deposit paid at the beginning of the semester wasn't enough to cover the amount of test tubes and stirring rods I broke. It seems that I was clumsier than usual this sem. Hm. At least I hadn't broken any of the quickfit glassware?

3. Still haven't studied for anything yet. Currently watching Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. Go me!

4. I can't wait for this semester to end.

Gakked from Dea on Facebook:

Instructions: Go to URBAN DICTIONARY and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you. I guarantee you're gonna find some pretty hilarious results.

Then tag 15 of your friends. I tag whoever wants to do this. :D

( urban dictionaried )

ETA: Again, I am made of LJ-cut fail .____.;;

I know that fanfics come in many shapes and sizes, Jane Austen modern-day AUs not excepted, but the author who re-imagined Kellynch as a nudist community, or the one who wrote the mafia!Elliots story, deserve a medal.

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Haha, speaking of the lottery, I just came back from the mall. It was packed with people lining up at the PCSO kiosk, as the projected P270 million jackpot prize for tonight's draw lured everyone in. (I was tempted to line up too. But I was too hot and hungry to bother. xD)

Anyway, if I won the lottery, here's how I'll break it down:
- 1/8 I'd donate to charity
- 1/8 I'd share with my family and friends
- 1/2 I'll invest on something profitable (though why I'd invest on something unprofitable I have no idea)
- 1/4 I'd save ALL FOR MYSELF MWAHAHAHAHA.

But the plan above would only be feasible if I get anything in excess of P100,000. I'd hardly be able to follow through if I managed to win only P100. xD

ETA: I just read the answers other people submitted and I'm starting to feel a bit selfish. I'd still abide by what I said above though.

1. Kind of late, but there you go:


2. Social psych is supposed to be the most fun class ever to exist. WHY AM I NOT HAVING FUN?

3. I bombed the chem test. (Again, this is kind of late, as it took place last night, but whatever.) No, this is not the 'oh no I'm not likely to get a perfect score!' kind of bomb; it's more like the 'wait, I don't remember studying for this part!' kind of bomb. It's teh suck. D:

4. I LOVE THIS:

Atom 1: Oh no! I lost some of my electrons!
Atom 2: Are you sure?
Atom 3: I'm positive!

5. The MRT train I was on this afternoon broke down.

6. Hello.

You doth teach the torches how to burn real bright
Hanging like a jewel upon the cheek of night
Hark! What light from yonder window breaks here?
We'll be future spouses, put a plague upon our houses if we're wrong

Babelized:

Doth informs with torchs, like one burning fire the true ignition in the thing, the end to stop at night like the jewel in mordacious of Prêtez the ear! That luminous hand here that the indication fracture here? We are we seem future, we who we repaired a plague in our houses, if we are false

I've only just discovered how to babelize my entries. Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I was Wikipedia-hopping, when I found the article on female hysteria.

I quote:

A prominent physician from the second century, Galen, wrote that hysteria was a disease caused by sexual deprivation in particularly passionate women: Hysteria was noted quite often in virgins, nuns, widows and, occasionally, married women. The prescription in medieval and renaissance medicine was intercourse if married, marriage if single, or vaginal massage (pelvic massage) by a midwife as a last recourse.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. :O

And, as a bonus: turn-of-the-20th-century vibrators. It's WEIRD, I tell you! WEIRD!