Eat Pray Love - the movie

You might be wondering how this piece of literature garnered two entries on my blog which has been, in the whole of its existence, a random spurting of thought. No, I am not an Eatpraylovaholic. Its just a good book and as I have said, its been long since I actually finished a book. I finished the (approximately) 400 pages of it and I am proud to truthfully declare that my eyes are still intact.

While reading the book, I did what most of us do - imagine the scenes in full detail. After a few pages or so, my imagination can make an hour long movie. There are approximately one hundred few pages in the book so if you do the math, there should be around 100 hours of film to justify the magnitude of the book. Common sense used, it is impossible to make a film that can justify the mammoth chronicles of the book. So while finishing the reading, I was lowering my standards for the film which will probably skip most of my favorite details and which will likely fine tune the plot to create a more tangible and less spiritual ending, in honor of the limitations of commercial film making. Skip the whole point to make more people understand , in other words.

The film can survive if you haven't read the book. If you have read the book, I can easily imagine you throwing tomatoes at the movie screen. The book was like Ferrerro Rocher, the movie was just the gold wrapper. Some consider that trash, others, part of the whole treat.

Eating, Praying, Loving

I love bookstores but since I realized my eyes do not enjoy reading fine print, hesitations on buying a book were bigger than ever. Thus, I haven’t read as obsessively as I used to.

(There is the obvious question of why don’t I get myself a pair of glasses. I had experiences with glasses. At least three pairs have been sacrificed to my clumsy hands. In two weeks or less, I’ll get tired of wearing them and I will eventually lose them without enough sympathy to find them. They cost a fortune and it figures I am not worthy of another one. I have opened my mind to getting contact lenses but my mother thinks they are killing machines disguised as calibrated sheets of transparencies. She said my eyes will completely give out if I use contacts. Lasik, on the other hand, is very interesting but seeing something on TV outside the capital of the Philippines rarely means its readily available.)

So now I’m in Jakarta (No, I’m not getting a Lasik.) and my sister owns the book by Elizabeth Gilbert called Eat Pray Love. I saw this already on a bookstore in the Philippines and in Singapore and every time I do, I would feel my hand digging down for bills in my pants. Hesitation kicks in and I decide that reading something this thick would probably draw my eyeballs out.  Holding that book now feels amazing because I saved a few bucks for patience, a virtue I sorely lack. I started reading it yesterday and I’m barely half-way through. My reading is of approximately thirty minutes of reading, then a millennium of contemplation.

 

The pauses are not only brought by the aching eyes. Eat Pray Love is a memoir of a woman’s travel to three countries – Italy, India and Indonesia – in an effort to find contentment. I got triple excited when I read the introduction and knew that the book was actually a journal of the author on her journey last 2006, simply put: its all real. The book is slow paced and she has wrote, in detail, all the life lessons and tidbits of thought she accumulated in every part of the world she is in. I pause because I need time to digest the magnitude of reality she shares in every few chapters. The book is amazing and is just perfect for school breaks.

Last August, a movie version was released starring Julia Roberts. I did not watch it because I lacked reason to do so. Tomorrow, me and my sister (who already read the book in full) are going to watch the movie.

ARE YOU?

ARE YOU tired of the few dimensions we are exposed to everyday? Are you bored by movies that are extremely comprehensible? Are you annoyed by commercial movie-making that focus on profit rather than craftsmanship? Are you the person that hears Leonardo DiCaprio and immediately tears on a hallucinated scene from Titanic and nothing more? Well, this movie is for you. Ladies and gentlemen, I present .... Shutter Island:

 

Leonardo's acting was exploited and/or abused in this masterpiece. Its both entertaining and draining. After the movie, I felt like my head was in a debate whether I understood the movie or if I just spent more than two hours of my life staring at incoherent pixels. The movie is about human psychology and its just amazing.

(If you allow me: ARE YOU interested in blending your brain by watching a movie with a killer story line? Are you? ARE YOU!?!?)

Merry Christmas

So in a few hours, I'll start cooking penne pasta with my sister. We are planning a tomato sauce-tuna fusion that is edible. It being tasty would be a huge bonus. We are doing it for .... wait for it .... noche buena!

I wonder why Santa looks overweight.

Noche buena, formally Nochebuena or "Good Night" in Spanish, is a Hispanic tradition well accepted in the Philippines. Its a bountiful meal at Christmas Eve implying "what better way to celebrate the coming of the Savior than by gluttony eating a lot". My race just believes that abundance of food is a symptom of celebration and happiness.

We only do this once in over 360 days so you better get yourself a nice one. Advanced Merry Christmas!

Now in Jakarta

Be forgiving. I was busy having fun.

First things first, so we arrived at Singapore and we stayed there for three days. I have planned to bring my father to the Universal Studios but unfortunately, the tickets were sold out. December is a money pot for amusement parks. I have been to the Universal Studios last month and I wanted to go there again but I can get over it. My father was also enthusiastic about the park and he was disappointed. I hope he will dismiss it as another reason to return to Singapore.

So instead, I went to stores and shopped a little.

The Christmas sale at The Orchard Rd. was amazing but still my wallet couldn't catch up. =(

I also went to Bugis, a street market, and eyed on several beautiful stuff.

Singapore is such a haven for people who enjoy window shopping and walking in the warm sun, browsing through epic shelves of outstanding architecture. Its my second time here but in seemed that I still have a lot to see. Singapore is wonderful.

My flight off Singapore was late afternoon so Mother Earth treated us to a show.

So now I and my father are in Jakarta with my sister and wonderful niece so I couldn't be happier. I was also here last year and I'm so glad I could come back! Jakarta is such a colorful city.

Off to Singapore, then Jakarta

I will be flying off to Singapore tomorrow! Then from Singapore, I'll be in Jakarta to spend the Holiday Season with my wonderful sister and my cute niece.

The wind blowing my lips to a smile on top of VivoCity, a mall which size can swallow all
the malls here in Iloilo

I was in Singapore just last month and in some funny turns of fate I'll be back with my father (last time was with mother) to Singapore, the Asian country-city which disallow dust to roam around in public areas, where cleanliness is a mantra, where irritant-triggered asthmatics are truly free.

My tired phase smothering Christmas Orchard Road.

All photos were taken from last month.

I finally saw him on earth on stage on tv

Its 1:19 in the morning with exams later - and probably a lot of regret. Where did I get my nasty sleeping habbits from? Watching the replay of the concert on TV was well worth it though.

I guess Christmas is in town.

For the past n years, Christmas in our house has failed Filipino standards. 


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I'm seriously considering moving on to Tumblr because of the Follow feature but I have been with this blog for a very long time and ohwhatthe treachery it would be just to leave it hanging in midair after a more than a year affair.

Drifting in my mind

An expert from a conscious dream.

The problem is myself. I find it hard to realize that I am special and that I am unique. I only believe that I am mediocre and I despise that. Every time I say out loud that I love myself or that I look good, a part of me burns because I long for the day when I will truly learn to love myself, then I would stop longing to be someone different.

Over thinking only leads me to depressing ideas that seem to be the truth. I talk a lot, joke a lot and consequently laugh a lot but growing up will teach us that a laugh is not happiness. The complexity of the mind is a mystery and being that, I only look at it as a complicated maze where I am losing myself. 

My heart is speaking to my brain. Its saying that maybe, being a human is too complex for my soul. But I know that I am not average in the level of thought I put into things. Paralysis by analysis. Ugh. I never get paralyzed by thought! I'm more on the ADHD side of thinking. The thinking process keeps me moving and moving a lot which results to finishing nothing. I am a failure. 

What keeps me alive? The light at the end of this long tunnel and the curiosity on how it would feel to be happy because of what you are.

Maybe its just my fault that I put myself down too much that I do not appreciate myself; but what is there to appreciate in a barren but active mind. My mind is constantly in motion but it seems to lack in substance that is more related to life than science.

Science. It is supposed to procure answers but all it seems to do for me is to create more and more choices to decisions normal people should take, in short, it causes confusion and more 'Why?'s. Science is supposed to satiate the brain's hunger for content but for me, it keeps my brain hungry. I guess the brain's longing for knowledge is by the longing of knowledge to itself. Unless we figure out the universal answer, learning will be infinite.

 This is not wisdom literature, this is an excerpt from my daydream.

Early Bird Trust Issues

When I was writing a speech as Judas Escariot for English class, a rather random idea popped into my mind. Can you remember the last time you stopped yourself from telling the whole story to your mother thinking they would just forget about it? This is my answer to that:

I am in grade six and I was walking the way home from school. My route involves passing by the University Church which is grand with a high, platform-like roof covering its grand entrance several steps up high a wide staircase. It was a sight to behold and every time I walk its way, I wouldn’t miss taking a peek at its majesty. This day was different though because on the high roof, I saw a man wearing clothes similar to the school’s gardeners. Have they started to plant on that roof? I asked myself and took several steps nearer to home.

I heard the man on the roof shout at me because apparently, I was the only one near enough to hear him. I took another look and I saw him clutching a bible and a knife, he was tearing down his jacket and the shirt he wrapped around his head. I knew something was wrong. He was shouting at me and I was pretty sure he wanted to jump. Knowing I should listen, I listened and after I heard enough, I started running towards the nearby security guard station and informed them about the horror I witnessed. 

When concern becomes annoying

Its been a long time since I posted an entry. I went to Singapore, right? For that I missed a few classes and had to make-up for some assignments and take missed exams. Senior year in Pisay isn't really the most laid-back whirlwind around, to be blunt, I have been lost in schoolwork that blogging will become burden if I force it into my workload.

I am the type of person who doesn't enjoy seeing a problem then treating it immediately. I am the kind of person who sees an atrocity, waits for another, until I see a whole dozen of them then I start solving the problems. I like collecting tasks instead of doing them one by one because long streaks of work require less adaptive rituals than segmented labor. Anyways.....

I am a minor and I can't deny the fact that sleep is becoming a luxury for me. I sleep, at most, 6 hours a day and having the idea that a person needs at least 8 hours of sleep everyday is bugging me. I feel like I'm committing a mortal sin everyday by not sleeping as long as the experts want me to. Science high schools with poor time management is barely about sleeping. 

Someone who sleeps under the same roof with me noticed my cold relationship with nightly hibernations and he/she is very vocal about her concern. Come one. If only it was ethical that you did my work while I slept so you can shut up, I have done that already. Concern, when effect-less, is very annoying. When you see someone in pain, don't moan with him/her if you can't help.

(PS: The experts also say grumpiness can be caused by lack of sleep)

Singapore, lah!

Written on the airport to Singapore:

I’m going to Singapore. Surprised? The chances of me actually taking this trip was brutally slimmed downed by the DOST-SEI exam that I should take this coming Sunday. We decided the DOST Scholarship was minimal compared to an untimely getaway to a nearby Asian city-country.

I will be returning early next week, the specific date depends on my mother/travel companion who is plotting to extend our stay in Singapore until the next millennium. For the meantime, let me sip some cheap brewed coffee on this local coffee shop WHILE I fascinate myself with visions of Singapore, the nearby Asian city-country. 

Now I'm in Singapore and I feel like I'm in some show. Singapore is too perfect to be true. I feel like I have been living in the garbage bins then suddenly, I take a dip in holy waters. It is not impossible for one to be racist and imagine Singaporeans sweeping every other hour because microbiology couldn't have sprouted from here. Seriously? A city with concrete sky ways, city-wide rail roads and an extremely diverse population can co-exist with tree-lined highways, serenity and hygiene?

My mother/travel companion and I road a skyline tree-top swing. The whole
time we were frozen with regret. "Who's idea was this?!?!?!"

The Capital City

I have hazy memories of the capital city. My trips to Manila were usually limited to a few hours or at most, a night and a short day. I was ecstatic that last Friday, me, my five other classmates and a teacher, went to Manila for a quiz bee (and a lot more). Wihi! Two nights in the National Capital Region. Of course, I was excited. NCR is the nearest domestic address we have to "the city that never sleeps" and I'm going with friends who fall under the same age group and with the same preferences as me.

(Read more for more fun...)

The Diary of a Journal

As an aspiring writer, it is only proper that I keep a journal.

Its been a few years since I started keeping journals and success in such I define by filling up whole notebooks. I'm a big failure since I only get, at most, at the first third of a notebook. I find it hard to write an entry in the journal, later only to be compelled to blog it. At the end of the day, I realize I have made two copies of an entry. Knowing you turned your efforts into carbon copying is demoralizing so a few journal entries later, the journal is closed, sealed and thrown away in the vastness of our drawers. I start to settle with only the blog.

Still being a firm believer of journaling, I formulated a solution. I bought another set consisted of a notebook and a pen from the local thrift store at our province (total cost was like 25 pesos) and decided to open a new journal and start writing. From now on this journal will be a place to deposit all my hate and obscenity. It will offend society but will be truth to me. The entries in it will be too evil to blog and to scandalous to talk about so the journal should keep to itself. No more carbon copy work!

I bought the notebook for a severe bargain so don't dare comment on the rather abnormal cover design.

I now have several entries on this journal and it is starting to talk about eating disorders, bastardization of conventions and concentrated vanity. This journal I will gladly keep to myself.

Can you believe this?

 It has only been at most five days since I last went to school and I’m missing it already. Having to stay in the province until the end of the week-long sembreak is starting to take its toll on my city-grown consciousness.

The catch is I am actually getting tired of having to do nothing. If 24 hours in a day can seem tight in the city especially during school days, a 12-hour day of doing nothing in the province is already very generous. Although I get tired easily and I can’t seem to finish tasks in the city, here in the province, every task I am given seems to lack magnitude. When I was asked to work on some paper invitations, I finished too fast that after some tinkering with the printer and the scissors, I was back to relaxing again! I know what a torture it is to be forced to work but I didn’t expect being forced to relax is much more painful!

I just miss school and all the responsibilities. It is during these times do I realize that men were never made to rest a lot. Muscle atrophy is ugly.

(Although my report card isn’t as diamond-studded as my peers's, I actually enjoy school. I learn a lot more than what is asked during exams and teachers are my idols - being taught by your idols is always a pleasure. Here I am who asked for vacation, got it and trying to return it. Next time I want something, I really need to think about it.)

Back into the forest

I’m back in our dwelling which is deep in the provinces of Iloilo. It's so unknown that every time somebody asks me where our permanent address is, the conversation turns into drawing virtual maps in thin air. I have to stay here until the end of the mid-semester break. The province is like a dead city. Not a lot of action but a lot of organic matter. It is only in the province that day long rests are considered legal.

For paying due respect, we visited the graves of our passed away relatives in the aged but magnificent Janiuay Cemetery yesterday before we made our way to our provincial dwelling in Sara, Iloilo.

I have to say thank you to Globe because now I can enjoy the benefits of a laid-back, rural environment without having to disconnect from the internet. My sister is letting me (ab)use her Globe Tattoo stick and Globe has a promo where for P 50, you get 24 hours of unlimited internet access. Yahoo! Browsing the internet is cool, browsing the internet in the middle of mountain ranges in an unknown area - even cooler.

I survived the first day

If I have nothing to do, I just take photos of whatever, usually myself.

I don't really expect a lot of enjoyment from the sports intramural because I am a sucker for anything that involves hitting a ball, running, swimming or working with group mates. I'm just happy I survived the first day alive although I could remember some mini faints just by standing around a lot of sporty people.

(This picture was edited so the colors are not accurate. I was not that pale.)

Just for the sake of doing something coherent, I decided to join the boys' seniors vs. sophomores volleyball game - bad idea. First few seconds in the court and I was already dumb scared of being the reason of defeat. So my shaken knees proved my efforts futile. It was there I accepted the fact that a career in sports be scratched off my list. 

I have another two days to survive and I will try to enjoy survival. 

A weekend away

Thanks to the barangay and SK elections, Monday was declared a holiday and I had a chance to visit my home almost a hundred kilometers away from the city. Its my first visit since the start of my senior year because I couldn't snatch ample time to visit the farmhouse.

We now have a  egg-laying chickens. They scare me a lot.

The egg on the right is your average. The one on the right is a mutant. Scary. We might be hatching Godzilla soon!

I had these hugging monkey dolls maybe since conception.They have Velcro straps so you can "un-hug" them if you like.

I finally moved on to the continuous inking system. I can't pay an additional 10 dollars every time I buy a new Epson cartridge for the whatever smart chip they installed on it! Like, are they scared their cartridges will rise up and kill their owners that they see a need for the chips to guard their ink?

Intrams. Huh? Tomorrow. Huh?

I had to go to school today to ask about tomorrow. I wasn’t sure if the school year’s intramural would really begin the next day. Pretty obvious that I’m not interested.

I have failing joints, an asthmatic breathing contraption and some lame lubricant on my shredded joints. Sports is more of a torture than excercise for me but since this is my last year in high school, I will try to enjoy anyway.

Also on my tumblr.

I now command a TUMBLEBLOG!

I will update my Tumbleblog more religiously than this one, so don't forget to follow me on TUMBLR. You can see me holding a heavy ball in there.

LEOLUTERO.tumblr.com. (clickable :-))

I've been busy with what I love

The exams are over and tomorrow will be a new week! Third quarter is going to start and I'm looking forward to whatever is coming. You can tell that I am in a good mood.

First things first. Its October 10, 2010. About three days after the last post so sorry for sleeping on my blog, I was really preoccupied. There was the exams that pulverized my biological timetable, there was my incredible liking of making videos and photographs to add to the to-do-list and I had to go back to school during the two days of break every week for lab work. 

Click Read more to...well... ermmm... read more! :) And I have a video presentation down there, I remember.

A Video

So, hello everyone. Sorry that my blog went into a little comatose (do you need to be sorry when you go comatose?). I have been busy lately because, as I have said in my previous post, its exams week. I don't study much but it takes a lot for me to cope with the stress (extreme exposure to entertainment and multimedia productions are my favorite coping mechanisms).

So down here is a video project I did to relax and promote myself.

"A Day Full of Running"

I am relaunching myself as both a photographer and a video maker. The blog for all my works is leolutero.wordpress.com.  I just started so don't expect a lot of content there already.

PS: I'm considering getting an HD camera. My current video camera isn't HD and a little bit beaten up although the quality of the footage it produces is impeccable. For the meantime, I try my best to do video jobs and probably, I will realize along the way if I really do want to be a filmmaker.

Examinasyon

Exams week is back and my blog will go on to a little hiatus. Its so little that it might not even exist because in times where stress is at maximum, I blog to relax.

I have been using my Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 lens lately. I missed its perfection. The tiny mass of it, the feel and the very classic bokeh. I'm falling in love with photography all over again! For the meantime, I need to study about dissociation of acids and bases and such....

Photos taken with the nifty fifty:
[Done a day before the quarterly exams. We arm ourselves for exams in weird ways.]

really happy about the weather

nice weather, stupid face

in the bushes lie a fraction of humanity.

Barbie wears Pitoy Moreno!

They are leaving tomorrow so if you are in Iloilo, try to visit the exhibit because its not everyday that a parade of Barbie dolls dressed up in local designer labels park on the ground floor of the nearest mall. Its worth a look but honestly though, I'm afraid of anything that looks human but isn't human.

Look at this doll, she's coming to get you! aaaah.

God, I hate Chuckie! Since I watched it, every doll has became a nightmare.

Goodbye WarpedOpinion.com!

Because I wanted to be free, I have to let go of my one-year old domain. So hello LEOLUTERO.BLOGSPOT.COM.

But then again, I have to tell you that the best way to keep up with this blog is by feeding the famished form on the right corner of this website. It is begging for your e-mail and all you have to do is give what it is asking for. After that, every new blog post will be e-mailed to you. Once again, this service is brought to you by the giant that is GOOGLE and they are known haters of spam, so no spam here.

You should get a clinic

Previously, I have adored Ely Buendia and Francis M.'s ILAW album. I also have specified that I would willingly listen to Wasak Waltz anytime of the day.

I have watched the teaser video and it served its purpose, I waited patiently. Sir Ely becomes a doctor in this music video/nirvana. Will look online where his clinic might be.

Tricia Gosingtian :-).

Kruhay and a few other things

Last week, my internet became picky and would only work with my phone's WiFi. Just today it realized my only method of fixing things is by hitting them with stuff. I pounded my modem with my equally sized WiFi router and the next day, traumatized, they started cooperating with my laptop again. I do not suggest my method but I guess everyone should have tried it once.

Our school just spent two days on our Humanities Celebration which is held annually. On the first day, we had a mass and a film showing of "Pisay", complemented by a Pisay Diliman Batch 1986 (the batch that inspired the movie) speaker. After that, we had a lunchtime food festival and being engrossed by all the calories, I forgot to take my camera out of its bag. I don't have pictures but fragments of what I have eaten will surely stay in my system for a long time. After the lunch, just before sunset, the Humanities department prepared a concert of local artists. The theme was after all "rediscovering our local culture".

A school choir. The San Agustin "Troubadours"  who originally performed

the celebrated piece Kruhay. See it performed by the Madrigal Singers here.

 

Infamous composo singer "Pirot (extreme right)". He brought

along two kids (girl and boy right next to the heart) who sang a

playful song about love and patience.

The second day (a Saturday) was spent on visiting several places. We visited the Miag-ao Church which is magnificent inside and out. I have to note that two out of the three churches we visited had burial masses going on. Miag-ao Church was having one for a baby. :-(

 

Occasional vanity:

Taken seconds after I hopped off the bus. Look at the background. I can actually fall a fatal 25 feet to cobblestone and hardwood trees and I dared to flash a smile. 

I bought a Griffindor-inspired scarf from a traditional cloth making house we visited for 250 Pesos.

Charice and Pempengco on Glee Season 2!

One of the few things the Philippines is internationally recognized for are its child singers and as Charice Pempengco's small frame resonated awe-inspiring notes on Oprah, I was pretty proud. I even started singing myself and realized later that not because Charice is Filipino,every Filipino can sing. I'm a little racist at that, I guess.

Now that she's casted on Glee, I can't wait to finish the episode! I'm already on the start credits and I saw this:

Every other cast had their names spelled out, even if it covered Sue's face except Charice'. We need international recognition for our crazy last names too!

In weird ways.

My school has this line of huge white boards with wheels on the 'lobby' and teachers have been using it as a venue for all their concerns and whatever else they need to communicate in text rather than in speech. A certain section was dedicated to the lost and found handled by an awe-inspiring faculty member. 

In the lost and found notices, creative students of my school express their feelings through erasing certain parts of words to make the notices funny incoherent. Look what happened to the "eyeglasses" here:

I do not admire this form of joke, in fact, I believe this is vandalism and is a direct violation of the Scholar's Code. Frankly though, it suggests our students can be creative (but I imagine a multitude of profanities in a Rorschach test), they only need the proper medium to employ. In the meantime, this is actually funny on the surface but these boards are on the lobby and you can't welcome guests or anyone for the matter with a phrase synonymous to "watch out for behinds".

A cake and a winged demon

After a whole morning spent taking the Ateneo College Entrance Test, rumored the hardest college entrance exam in the Philippines, I took myself, a few friends and my camera phone out to the mall to drive all the stress away.

We had this cake made:

It reads: "Congratulation for Passing ACET! Happy Birthday Cha". Although the designer at Goldilocks missed a few letters and a punctuation, it basically said congratulations to us for being able to pass the test papers back to the examiners and being able to survive sitting down in a chair for more than 30 minutes without extra body-wide contortions. Cha is a good friend and she's going be a whole year older tomorrow. Cheers for her!

The worst enemy of a cake are utensils and hungry teenagers. Poor cake.

In famished times, no one is ashamed to be caught on
camera devouring 1,000 calories. Again, poor cake. 

The mall had a population density which is against the definition of matter. If you stand steady on the second  level, you can really feel the floor vibrate because of all the footsteps. Its the second day of the 3-day sale and people are trying to grab on what's left from yesterday's market. Tomorrow will be another manifestation of our ability to reason out purchase with seemingly once-in-a-lifetime discounts.

"Splice" is a movie about mixing of DNA and unfortunately, someone financed its release in the Philippines. Filipinos are very sensitive to linguistic errors and dictionaries disprove "specie". Species is species. No specie or specieses. How can a crew who made a movie about genetic engineering fail at a simple, taxonomic term?

Oh, its Lady Gaga and she's wearing a meat dress to the MTV Video Awards

photo from Nicola Formichetti

When you think she had ran out of ideas, when you think she has outdone herself enough and when you think that another of her shock-attacks would be much less corrupting than before, here is Lady Gaga, fabulous in a meat dress, wearing meat shoes, with bacon on top of her head and looking like she could use some more. The MTV Video Music awards was shaken.

She said it wasn't an insult to the vegetarians and that she had her own explanation with her ready-to-wear slaughter house but Ellen DeGeneres, a vegetarian, couldn't help but give her a vegetable bikini anyway.

In my opinion, it would be impossible that it was real meat. Although the sanity of Lady Gaga is questionable (who cares, she's a rare gem), I still believe she is hygienic and siding your body temperature with raw meat bites is really nasty and stinky, plus I don't believe that the Nokia Theater could have allowed her leaving bloodstains everywhere.

She won 8 awards. Eminem, the second biggest winner, took home only two awards. She's really about bringing the bacon here.