Neurolinguistic Programming Jason Segel - Part Two

And so this goes.

Let me begin this entry by giving a brief review. About two or three posts ago, I talked about neurolinguistic programming, also known as NLP. I also mentioned how I got introduced to NLP, not by any scientific resource but through this fortune teller who probably took pity on me as it seemed I could not get myself a chap. And so he told me what I should do. So ta-da, neurolinguistic programming.

As my blogging know-how is limited to very basic functions, obviously I cannot do the NLP table the said fortune teller told me to execute. And as I do not want to go through the process of scanning this handwritten document I have just finished (oh man), I guess this NLP entry will just have to go on for three more parts, for columns one, two and three.

The first column is tricky as I am supposed to write down what I want in a guy, whether this guy is Jason Segel or not. But since, through this blog, I am in this quest of eventually marrying Jason Segel, well, I guess I'll just have to put down stuff I LOVE about him!

However, it's quite corny to write down --- AGAIN --- what I love about this guy. I am not a psycho-fan, I am a woman who has come to this point, after a series of MISSES when it comes to men, of realizing that hey, these standards are bullshit. This guy makes me feel warm in a Stevie Wonder-you-make-me-smile-you-make-me-sing kind of way.

So instead of writing it down, I have decided to post this instead, which pretty much summarizes a lot of things. And this video actually finally DID IT.



Now the next step is to figure out what kind of woman this kind of guy would go for.

I think this is going to be the hardest part.

AND BY THE WAY I LOVE SWELL SEASON!! Glen Hasard rules!!!

In Response to Seven Things You Don't Know About Jason Segel

Watching this reminded me of that particular time I fell really in-love for the first time. It was the movie kind. The guy was walking towards me. It was late afternoon. The sun shone weirdly on him. And something I could not explain happened: I fell in-love. Just like that. The moment was irrational. I did not choose it to happen. All of a sudden everything made sense, those small things that took place that would finally lead me to that particular moment of realization when it dawned on me, hey, this is love.

But that was back in the 90s, and the other day my aunt found a single white hair attached to my scalp. Yes, I am getting old --- just like you and the rest of the population. We are just on our different stages of evolution, and I am in this stage where a significant amount of stress no longer leads to a drunken nightout but to an instant growth of white hair.

In that case, can I still believe in something that is irrational?

I am quite surprised that well --- I am flustered. I do like this guy. I really do. I can probably talk to him about everything and nothing, explore that puzzle of nothingness in everything, and the everything in nothing. I haven't smiled this long about a boy in a verrry long time.

*Okay, I gotta warn you, I am writing this with hearts as my pupils in a cartoony fashion ala Helga in Hey Arnold!*

What I like about this interview is that Jason Segel mentioned his supposed flaws which kinda makes him, say, a geek and a freak. A six-foot four Jewish guy in a Christian school who knows all things Muppets. This is incredible. If I was sixteen, I would be curious. Now that I am reaching the age times two of that, I am not only curious, I want to know this person.

I just thought it's interesting he "lost" one of his best friends to med school. I went through the very same thing, and I am kinda getting through that. It was quite tough one for me. Obviously it was tough for him as well; putting it up along with the seven things somehow makes it more trivial. Maybe I'll suggest we form a support system for people who feel abandoned as their friends left for med school. Create a slogan that goes, MED SCHOOL AIN'T GREY'S ANATOMY.

And oh, the puppet room. How Being John Malkovich! Maybe his favorite hobby is Being John Malkovich-ing which most of us can only dream about.

So what do I think about puppets? Don't I find a puppet collector creepy? Well. I carry a miniature action figure in my purse. Are we talking creepy yet? C'est normale!

Oh well, gotta cut this short. Back to working on that script-thang. I am not even supposed to be making an entry here, but this sudden need for inspiration led me to a crushee instead of me becoming the crusher.

At least I am starting to pick up clues that I can use for the proper neurolinguistic programming session!

Weekly Random Quote

I admit.  I still read horoscopes.  I picked up the habit as a kid because I liked to pretend I was really reading the newspapers (particularly that "proper" tabloid Tempo... is Tempo still alive?).  But of course, I would mostly skip to the middle spreadsheet, or whatever you properly call it, and ta-da --- the Entertainment section.  It was the 80s and at that time the movie trend called ST (sex trip) was fast emerging.  So as a seven or eight year-old, garbed up in my Catholic school uniform, after I buttered my toast and had a sip of Milo, I would pretend to be an adult in a company of adults, take the daily Tempo, and opened it exactly at the entertainment section where sexy pictures of Gretchen Baretto, Alma Moreno, Vivian Velez, etc. would flash me with their "hellos" almost hanging out to bid me good morning.

Anyway.  The comic strip was a standard visitation, but as I am talking about Tempo I am referring to tabloid-type of comics where there were actually illustrations of semi-naked women moving about in their pretty graphic world of abuse, revenge, and any classic nasty telenovela content.  I can still remember that particular strip called "Gomorrah" about this girl with very long hair... and her hair is actually alive!  And every time somebody rapes her or abuses her or robs her, the hair goes "hikhikhikhikhik" and starts killing the rapist/abuser/criminal through strangulation!

So after my daily dose of Gomorrah, I would go to the lighter side of my morning adult ritual and read my horoscope.  I was looking forward to pick up clues whether I would pass a quiz, meet a cute guy, or have my crush notice me; actually, these "picking up clues" taught me how to read between the lines, thus my reading comprehension was actually developing impressively as I read what was in store for Aries in the year 1987. Such a delightful habit, don't you think?

Well, I am not sure if Jason Segel is the type of guy who reads his horoscope, and as I gave up fortune telling years ago (oh my past is so interesting), I have decided to give him a weekly random quote instead.  It does not have to function as a fortune, but maybe some food for thought, some source of inspiration, some source of joy and laughter in a "you're crazy!" sense, mwahahahahaha.

Brilliant, innit?!

Acutally, Jason Segel is not my first recipient to this random quote thing.  This idea is from my idea with a different recipient, say, about a couple of months ago.  And as I am a sucker for random quotes or excerpts, I thought, what they hey, I HAVE NOT DONE THAT NEUROLINGUISTIC PROGRAMMING BIT LET'S DISTRACT OUR READERS, SHALL WE???!!!

Alrighty then.

I decided to get my first random quote for Jason Segel from Nick Hornby's About a Boy mainly because --- that's the nearest book I can get my hands on.  It was actually wedged between the linings of the couch, and as I am writing tonight and I am at my parents', I assumed my sister Lei is reading it again and thus she hid it from my nephew who was probably in a tearing-the-pages-of-a-book spree earlier today.  Or something.  And yeah, another reason is it's a good book, and I loved the movie.  You know --- Hugh Grant, that adorable kid, Toni Collette, Rachel Weisz, great story, creative directing, and set against the lovely music of Badly Drawn Boy.

And please do take note, random quotes work when you just randomly pick up something from somewhere, totally unplanned.  So, this excerpt is the page where I accidentally opened to.  And as I have just finished reading the passage, well, I have no idea what the hey.

So Jason Segel, wherever you are, here's a random quote for you from About a Boy ---

November the nineteenth.  November the fucking nineteenth.  That was definitely a new record, Will noted darkly.  Last year it had been November the fucking twenty-sixth.  He hadn't made it through December for years now; he could see that when he was fifty or sixty he'd be hearing his first rendition of Santa's Super Sleigh in July or August.  This year it was a busker at the bottom of the escalator at Angel station, a cheerful attractive young woman with a violin who was obviously trying to supplement her music scholarship.  Will scowled at her with all the hatred he could muster, a look intended to convey not only that he wouldn't be giving her any money, but that he would like to smash up her instrument and then staple her head to the escalator steps.

I can't help but think, uh, it's quite unfriendly isn't it?  I mean, the passage.  Someone who hates Christmas. Stapling someone's head to the escalator after some episode of violin-smashing.  And it's quite interesting too --- there are dates.  Hahahahahaha.

Okay, I don't want to "read between the lines" and see how it works with respect to Jason Segel. Maybe the reason I opened the book to this page is that this can actually attract people to pick up a book and start reading again, similar to the so-called Harry Potter effect. (And please, don't ever mention Twilight as I think the only thing those books influenced is this silly vampire craze and silly Team Edward/Jacob insanity).



To wrap up this week's random quote, let me stir up my inner DJ and give you Badly Drawn Boy's "Something to Talk About"... which I have been quite singing about a boy.

Halloween Weekend Playlist for Jason Segel

And so it is a Halloweenn Weekend!

Last night was quite, uhm, normal.  Met up with my friend whom I haven't seen in a month, went to a couple of bars (the New Penguin hey!), and then a Halloween-ish thing happened --- we got lost.  And what I mean by lost it involved going around in circles and eventually discovering, "Ay, may hotel pala dito sa Pateros".  Yep, we discovered, amazingly, that there's a hotel in Pateros while we were on our way to Taguig.  Go figure.

I was driving and oddly enough the streets were too dark.  Or I just decided to take us to the ends of J.P. Rizal (I was curious), and refused to take Kalayaan, and --- alas! --- we discovered that there's a decent-looking hotel in Pateros!

Okay, so other than the getting lost bit my friend and I went to his apartment to pick up a small pile of DVDs I should seriously start watching by next week: Days of Being Wild, The Class, the first film directed by John Krasinski, and a couple of "tastefully" made local titillating films: Tuhog and Salawahan.  And then we drove back to Makati Avenue to have Healthy Burgers with Cheese at the WG Diner, that place just adjacent to the A.Venue compound where the Cream Halloween Ball was taking place and that GODAWFUL videoke place which basically ruins the sanity of those who are hanging out around the area.  Seriously?  Very bad, peria-like singing from yuppies which echoes as far as a two-kilometer radius?  That place will drive customers out of A.Venue, and even Makati Avenue!

So anyway.  As I woke up sans hangover and still full from those healthy burgers, I thought of those scenes in movies where somebody digs up from a pile/library of records, discs, books, and etc., pulls out of a couple of objects, holds them up, and says, "Here, this will change your life".  Like in Almost Famous, those scenes with Lester Bangs and the one with his sister Anita.

Since it's a weekend --- and I haven't done my NLP assignment yet --- I thought of doing something similar to Jason Segel.  Call it pretending to have those Almost Famous moments with him.  Or that part from last night when my friend selected from his DVDs which ones I should watch because they're brilliant, and which one I should watch because it's simply "pathetic", as he stressed in his typical, lovely drama queen fashion.

And the list goes ---

Movies to Watch

1) Drag Me to Hell - what can I say?  Star Movies (or was it HBO) has been showing this, uh, hilarious film last week.  It's just a ride watching this, and although it can be scary, it's just hilarious.  A seriously entertaining watch.  And Justin Long and Allison Lohman are generally likable.

2) The Exorcist, Poltergeist, Nightmare on Elm Street - you cannot deny classics this particular weekend.

3) The Others - an incredible, incredible movie.  For me it beats The Sixth Sense.

4) Chocolat - because it's just delightful, wink wink.

Music

1) Beck's One Foot in the Grave - it's tumbleweeds, cowboy hats, and being on an acid trip.  Makes you want to role play, which is pretty appropriate for halloween.  Favorite line from this album via the track "Girl of My Dreams": You're just the girl of my dreams but it seems my dreams never come true.  How fitting.

2) Elliott Smith's Either/Or - great music to think about, uh, death.  Just a generally amazing album, from an amazing artist.  Rest in Peace Elliott Smith.

3) Jeff Buckley - I don't need to explain.  Go Grace.  Stop me before I add another dead artist to the list.

4) Air's Moon Safari - just some mood music, that coffee you sniff before smelling another scent, the light sorbet before the third course.

Reading

1) Chuck Klosterman IV: A Decade of Curious People and Dangerous Ideas - oh you know, just some light reading.  Klosterman is the literary rock n' rollah.

2) It's A Mystery Charlie Brown  by Charles M. Schulz - Aaawwww.  Save these Charlie Brown/Peanuts/Snookpy books for Christmas as well.



I do think that these stuff would interest Jason Segel.  It's not glamrock nor classic rock, but hey, I wouldn't be surprised if he mourned the deaths of Elliott Smith and Jeff Buckley.  And Charles M. Schulz.  He's a funny guy, and well, probably with an impeccable taste!

I guess this is the point of any art.  You share what you appreciate and open up other people's perceptions and tastes.  To be honest I managed to finally move on from 90s rock and that period of musical limbo at the turn of the new millennium when a friend of mine made me mixed CDs of indie music, i.e. Stars, Broken Social Scene, etc. Coming up with lists such as this becomes a venue of sharing and a discussion of certain treasures, if they're not yet found.

As for my weekend, I have some very important writing to do which is VERY exciting.  I am writing a feature to help a friend win this filmmaking grant.  YEHEEEYY!  Back to my heaven.  And as for my watching list, I think I'll watch a very appropriate film  my friend reunited me with as a reference for the work I am doing: Youjiro Takita's Departures.  With Dutch subtitles.

Neurolinguistic Programming Jason Segel - Part One

Have you heard of NLP?  Or have been at least tagged on Facebook for some strange NLP event?  Are you intrigued with this scientific-sounding, uber-sophisticated term?  Neuro --- brain.  Linguistic --- language.  Programming --- er, computers?  Brain language computers.  Very high-tech.

I was actually introduced to NLP by a fortune teller.

*enter flashback music*

My friend Chin told me about this Psychic Fair in Eastwood a few years ago, during the time the term "psychic" meant how "promo" means to me now.  So I went to the Psychic Fair... not with Chin, I think, but with Liz.  Or maybe it was the second Psychic Fair that Liz tagged along, or was it the first Psychic Fair that the fortune teller lady gave me a magic mantra and free precious stones to boot, and I was with Chin at that time?  Hmm.  Anyway, I forget.

So!

It was actually a male psychic I ended up with because I chose him from a menu of psychics available that night --- which basically shows that even at the event of having your fortune told everything is still up to your decision.  As it was a few years ago, I really can't remember my fortune, but I probably opened up to him via a tirade of expressed frustrations: Am I going to travel overseas?  Will I ever have my dream job?  Will I ever meet Michael Vartan?  Will I ever find true love?

Well, he read my cards, and for some reason, he discussed neurolinguistic programming.  And as I had too much questions, he only remembered the most recent one, and that was, Will I ever find true love?  He then told me, Here's what you should do.

I was already liking this psychic.  At last, someone was not just giving me an "intelligent" guess, someone was telling me what to do!

*break music!*

As I am "scheming" to eventually marry Jason Segel, I have been thinking how to pull it off.  I mentioned in my last entry that I had no idea what to write, which also means I didn't know what to do.  And as I need to know what to do, and the last I checked Chowking did not have any fortune cookies available, I suddenly remembered this particular fortune teller!

And this particular fortune teller told me how to get someone I want!

*continue flashback music*

So this psychic told me to get a piece of paper ... I didn't have one.  So he told me he'd give me a piece of paper.  Check, piece of paper!  And he told me to make three columns from that piece of paper. I didn't have a pen so I started folding the bond paper.  Three columns, check!  And then he told me to write the first heading: Traits of the Guy I Want to Marry.  I didn't have a pen so I absorbed everything he said.  Afterwards, he told me to write the heading of the second column: the Traits of the Girl This Particular Guy Would Want to Marry.  And so he explained.  And the last column... I really can't remember now, because I didn't have a pen and it was so long ago and I was already thinking answers and all, but I think it has something to do with What I Must Do To End Up Marrying That Guy That Will Not Include Killing the Girl the Guy I Want to Marry Will Likely Want to Marry.  Something like that.

I was so amazed with the idea that I never got around doing it because I did not want to lose the amazement!  I had not heard of neurolinguistic programming before!  And I have no idea if this process is indeed part of NLP!

So.  Since I have no idea how to actually execute this process of marrying Jason Segel, well, I guess I need to sit down and actually do that three-column list.  I guess that is the first logical step.

And that's the second part of this entry that I will be writing about as I am just about to hunt for that piece of paper.  And a pen that does not poop.