My Top Ten Favorite Movies

Not only do I watch a lot of TV but I also watch a lot of movies. And like my TV show selections, my movie selections are vast and varying. Below is my Top Ten Favorite Movies list with added honorable mentions. I’ve also added my favorite quotes from each movie so enjoy.

1. Gladiator

Are you not entertained?! Is this not why you are here?!

2. Troy

Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved? 

Not gonna lie, the first two movies on this list convinced me to become a Classical Studies major.

3. Girl, Interrupted

Razors pain you, rivers are damp, acid stains you, drugs cause cramps, gun aren’t lawful, nooses give, gas smells awful, you might as well live. 

Angelina Jolie became my favorite actress after this movie.

4. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again. 

And Brad Pitt is my favorite actor.

5. King Arthur

There is no worse death than the end of hope. 

The only movie I have watched more than 10 times. I’m currently switching up the language when I watch it so I can learn a new language.

6. Precious

Some folks has a lot of things around them that shines for other peoples. I think that maybe some of them was in tunnels. And in that tunnel, the only light they had, was inside of them. And then long after they escape that tunnel, they still be shining for everybody else. 

7. Juice

Looks like you got the juice now.

8. The Princess Bride

There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

9. Slumdog Millionaire

Money and women are the reasons for most mistakes in life.

10. Rise of the Planet of the Apes

Some things aren’t meant to be changed. You need to accept that. 

Honorable Mention:

Happy Feet

Turn to the penguin next to you. Put your flippers up. Fluff him up a little bit. And give him a great big hug. Okay ladies. Oh, make that little noise again girl. 

I usually don’t choose to watch children films but I can’t even front like I didn’t enjoy this one.

Gia

You know what I think? I think there’s a reason for everything. And I think that there’s a plan for everyone. And I think that God has a big plan for me. Just not in this life. 

This movie was very close to making the list but I couldn’t do without the other ones. But it’s Angelina again. Enough said.

Roger Dat,

Chloe

Forget Me Not

Miss African Queen dancing to the beat of the drum

Your feet dance around the fire so gracefully

Like my words telling your tale,

Constantly playing out of my fingertips into a pen like the African boi drumming.

Swaying back and forth with the warm breeze,

Your essence is the key to life.

Keep dancing to the beat my Queen,

Just keep Dancing.

But the beat stops and becomes screams of horror.

The white man strips you from your home.

Forces his manhood between those untouched thighs,

The keys of life, based on this first lie.

Prevalent then and still today,

African American Queens across the country,

Used.

Beaten.

Battered.

Your true worth not fully understood.

Like the forget-me-not flowers who all live in a bunch,

You symbolize faithfulness and enduring love.

These inner characteristics suck u dry,

Putting yourself in situations where there is no water,

No air.

U begin to welt as you allow the father of your children

To raise his devilish hand to your face,

Force his manhood in your sacred place,

Taking over your mind, evading your inner space.

Maybe the gun he just put into your hand can help erase,

Your existence from this earth,

But you imprint is already way too deep,

To pick the flower from the bunch,

And forget you,

Yes,

Just forget you.

Representing a generation of women,

Who struggled because of their permanent tan,

Who suffered because they lack the parts of a man,

Abused when they try to take a stand.

African American Queens, take advantage of your bunch,

Stick together,

And bite the hand that is raised to your face,

Help each other,

And cut the manhood forced in your sacred place,

Support another,

And let God be the controller of your inner space.

But never forget the struggle.

Never forget the pain,

Cause if you become too comfortable,

The beat of you drums will turn into screams of horror,

The warm breeze and innocence becomes tainted,

Life as you knew it…vanished.

Miss African Queen,

I will forget you not.

Roger Dat,

Chloe

What I Learnt From Not Having Facebook For 23 Days

For all the people who thought I blocked them on Facebook, I didn’t. I deactivated it. If I didn’t tell you personally, no offense but you were not on my list of people to inform which only came to about seven people. After realizing that Facebook made it easier to talk to people other than to their face I decided to quit the Book for Winter Break. The result…a clearer mind.

I called my friends on the phone way more than I would have if I still had Facebook, returning to the old fashion ways of communication. I did not use Skype either but I did use my Twitter to speak my mind/thoughts. However, my blog’s stats for views per day did suffered, due to the lack of using Facebook as a promotional tool. Twitter could not compare when it came to showing/promoting links because people only really use Twitter to speak their minds and/or tell the world their every move, unlike Facebook which is commonly used to ‘stalk’ friends, foes, and potentials. No one really follows/reads the tweets of everyday, normal people.

The first thought of deactivation came when I realized that one of my friends was quite different in person than on Facebook. We could hold a conversation on Facebook, where we mostly talked, but when we hung out, it was just plain awkward. Questioning ourselves, “Why were we friends again?” I found myself following the same pattern with other people who were quite Facebook chat friendly and totally different in person, and a few vice versa. People need to step out from behind the Facebook, internet, tinted windowed screen and be real. Yeah, I just said that. What you get in person is the same Chloe you get in this blog and on Facebook.

In the beginning it was tough to stay away, especially since my computer automatically went to the sign in page, but once I went to Florida to embark on my second training trip for college swimming, I didn’t miss it or felt like I was missing out. Everyone was at home so it wasn’t like I was missing out on a big event happening at school. During my hiatus from the Book, I got back to writing poetry. Without being captivated by the ever changing news feed, I was able to sit and think of metaphors and different styles to write in. Clearer mind to think, untainted by the opinions and thoughts of my peers.

Really, what is the purpose of Facebook? I find myself asking that question as I prepare to reactivate my account for the Spring Semester. I could go without it if groups didn’t only post events and parties on Facebook. Well, I guess I just answered my question. Its social media used for promotions, hence I’m reactivating it to get my blog stats back up, to share links, and to know about events happening on campus. But also it can be different things to different people. What are your reasons for having Facebook?

Roger Dat,

Chloe

Stream Of Consciousness From A Plane

I love being on airplanes.

In the air, looking down at the world.

Watching people scurry around like little ants in a colony.

Yes, tiny ants working and living together in perfect harmony.

The only worry they have is if they’re going to be washed away from the rain or is some little kid going to come by to play knock down the ant hill. But as the airplane begins to land, I come back to the realization that,

The World.

Is.

A Fucked Up Place.

I say that because it punishes people for things they cannot control. Like let me apologizing that I’m blinking as I speak to you. I’m mad at the fact that the words ‘racism’ and ‘discrimination’ exist; basically saying to hate someone from birth like they were the reason why you just stubbed your toe against a rusty nail.

So hate me.

Because.

I was born black.

This trait out of my control but unlike the lady born with a third nipple, I cannot hide it. As I look around to the masses, these ants from up above moved with precision and order, begin to scatter. Different skin tones, means different treatments but as my Sociology professor would say, a ‘racial hierarchy’. Another word that I hate the existence of.

They Teach.

In Kindergarten.

To accept the kid with the abnormal birthmark on his face, don’t laugh or comment because he was born that way. So Why Does The Uncontrollable Color Of A Person’s Skin Define Their Placement And Treatment In This World? “God Made Everyone In His Image And Likeness”. But I guess not everyone believes in God so for those of you who are all about logic, think. Does it make sense to be mad at the person sitting next to you because they were born with red hair? It doesn’t affect you in any way so why the fuck do the words ‘racism’, ‘discrimination’, and ‘racial hierarchy’ exist?

Its.

Sad That.

The World.

Turned This Stupidity.

Into A Real Problem.

It doesn’t just start and stop with the color of a person’s skin. These words are for my Blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Native Americans, Women, Muslims, Jews, Protestants, Gays, Lesbians, Transgenders, In-Betweens, Interaccials, People Born With Disabilities, Anybody and Everybody who have felt that being yourself is never enough. Love you for you because the same people throwing stones have a problem with themselves.

So little ants scurry, be free and scurry. Provide the example for the human race that we can live in perfect harmony. The differences of the world should build up the ant hill and not be the rain that washes it away.

Roger Dat,

Chloe