It’s holy week, and I find myself listening to Niia singing “Sweetest Girl” with Wycleaf Jean in his raspy voice singing about that girl that makes him do the hula-hoop during his high school days…you know, the “dollar,dollar, bill y’all” song?
Eraserheads in their glory days had a version of this story — remember the song Magazine? except the woman died in that song…tragic.
But then again, we all love tragic stories — of lovers dying in the end. Romeo and Juliet is a classic example. That story was the epitome of the saying “nasa huli ang pagsisisi”…sheesh, how do you translate that? the closest thing i could think of that’s remotely similar is “patience is a virtue”. heeeh anlayo pa rin
Anyways, it was also a depiction of how our minds can seriously alter our reality— or at least how we perceive it. Notice how we get stuck on something by just thinking of it without even realizing the fact that we begin to believe it’s true…regardless if its not?
There is this one tribe somewhere in Africa who believes that the world is flat and that the world ends at this certain river at the end of the village. One scientist came and crossed the river to show them that it’s not true…
He crossed the water and when he reached the middle, he turned around to wave at the tribe elders who, at the sight of him waving, waved back at him…when he reached the other side, he turned around to wave again but no one answered. Not even one waved back.
All claimed that he vanished.
The tribal leaders could not literally see him when he was, in fact, standing in front of them at the opposite side of the bank. So great was their mindset that the world ends there, that their perspective of things literally ended there…
In essence, the priest, had he arrived on time could have argued with Juliet just so she would know that Romeo is just freakin sleeping — and it would make no difference. She’d still stab herself.
But what do you think would happen had Juliet been patient and the moron did not die?
Hmm…I think they will elope and live somewhere…and because they have no money, they will have to work to the bones to earn some.
Juliet gets pregnant.
She will realize that she is already starting to have stretch marks and that cows are expensive.
Even if they can afford one, milking them would too tedious (7/11 stores don’t exist then, hellooo!)
It takes patience and time to cultivate the skill to properly fill one bottle…
Romeo will look at his bloated wife…looks at the cow…and decides the cow has an advantage of six tits.
But he cannot imagine sitting in the barn, squeezing tits he cannot suck. No. Not sexy at all.
and so, I firmly believe, dying was just apt.
In that sense, Shakespeare was a genius.
Another tragic love story would be that of Jack and Rose of Titanic. The story wouldn’t be so cool if all of them survived.
The more people drowned, the better.
The more graphic, the more interesting.
Do you remember how the captain died?! Such bravery! Such gallantry! He showed a certain amount of courage, I doubt, I’ll ever have the opportunity to display in real life. Well, a ship can only fit a number of people. And nope, I’m not buying a ticket. I will die in my original way, thank you.
and do you remember? my ged!, it was three hours!
Three hours! Three long hours!
All to see Jack die…the steamy sex scene in the car wasn’t even to die for…ok, maybe a little.
See? Tragedy in movies changes people –in real life, we have an attention span of less than 15 minutes.
And wasn’t it tragedy that changed the lives of us all?
Being nailed to the cross gets “the most horrible way to die” award. Compared to the two flicks, it is more humiliating than stabbing one’s self because of a stupid assumption and jack died silently anyway. And in celebration because the lord died on the cross so that sins may be forgiven, the church is celebrating one week per year the most embarrassing part of Jesus’ life. Catholics are so full of irony.
I’m not catholic, and thus I have a very distorted and bias view of the celebration. For me it’s a holiday that most people look forward to to relax. Some go to the beach, others embark on a pilgrimage, a few literally prepares to do their own version of cross nailing…*shivers. I have to say, I find nothing relaxing about the last one.
I atteneded a catholic school though (heck I can even recite “Our Father” in chinese before).
I loved the mass. It earns me time to wander around school corridors and rooms along with other heretics while our catholic friends, classmates, and schoolmates are being taught about signs of the end of the world, the fiery pits of hell, and how ugly lucifer can be. Sheesh, talk about being judgmental.
Ugly! of all things…no wonder he is out to get church goers
(And as I’m doing this post, Angie, is singing solemn songs in the karaoke. Seven speakers man! two bass, one center, two surround, and another two for the whatchamacallit. She must be done with her Visita Iglesia Online. Hehe!)
I was able to evade mass, but not my Christian Living subject. I learned in my lessons that Lent is a time of penance and abstinence. The lord, our nun teacher said, do not choose but embraces everyone. Is that the reason why I’m half starving here? regardless if I’m catholic or not, I get to do penance and abstinence because the lord does not discriminate? hmpf! My catholic neighbors’must be taking heaven’s memo seriously. Stores are not open and my fave take out chain is not answering. Fasting is supposed to help in the regimen of meditation and soul searching. They must have not heard of iConfess.
Oh I’m so not going to heaven for this.
And you? what are you doing? What’s your reasons for procrastination?
I bet you have none.
See you at the fiery pits of hell.
Don’t worry, you’ll like heaven for the weather but you’ll learn to cherish hell for the company.
But I’m not very sure if they segregate sinners in categories.
Make sure you are in the right one. *wink.