I’m always excited in watching these awards show since I’ve always been a fan of films and TV shows, plus some awards show just give a few punches to certain people, like for instance, the Golden Globes 2011. Who would ever forget Ricky Gervais bravely mocking Hollywood’s A-listers?! You gotta give it to him! He was funny, and unstoppable the whole night, and I love it! Of course, it goes to say that I really am not a fan of Angelina Jolie, which is why I love it when he bashed her film, The Tourist.

And for those of you who haven’t seen the Critics’ Choice Awards, as well as the Golden Globes, here are the list of winners:

Critics’ Choice Awards:

Best Picture: ‘The Social Network’

Best Actor: Colin Firth, ‘The King’s Speech’

Best Actress: Natalie Portman, ‘Black Swan’

Best Supporting Actor: Christian Bale, ‘The Fighter’

Best Supporting Actress: Melissa Leo, ‘The Fighter’

Best Young Actor/Actress: Hailee Steinfeld, ‘True Grit’

Best Acting Ensemble: ‘The Fighter’

Best Director: David Fincher, ‘The Social Network’

Best Original Screenplay: ‘The King’s Speech,’ David Seidler

Best Adapted Screenplay: ‘The Social Network,’ Aaron Sorkin

Best Cinematography: ‘Inception,’ Wally Pfister

Best Art Direction: ‘Inception,’ Guy Hendrix Dyas and Larry Dias & Doug Mowat

Best Editing: ‘Inception,’ Lee Smith

Best Costume Design: ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ Colleen Atwood

Best Makeup: ‘Alice in Wonderland’

Best Visual Effects: ‘Inception’

Best Sound: ‘Inception’

Best Animated Feature: ‘Toy Story 3′

Best Action Movie: ‘Inception’

Best Comedy: ‘Easy A’

Best Picture Made For Television: ‘The Pacific’

Best Foreign Language Film: ‘The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo’

Best Documentary Feature: ‘Waiting for ‘Superman” ‘

Best Song: ‘If I Rise,’ performed by Dido and A.R. Rahman/music by A.R. Rahman/lyrics by Dido Armstrong and Rollo Armstrong; ’127 Hours’

Best Score: ‘The Social Network,’ Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross

Golden Globe Awards:

Best Motion Picture – Drama: ‘The Social Network’
Best Motion Picture – Comedy or Musical: ‘The Kids Are All Right’
Best Director – Motion Picture: David Fincher, ‘The Social Network’
Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama: Colin Firth, ‘The King’s Speech’
Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama: Natalie Portman, ‘Black Swan’
Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Comedy or Musical: Paul Giamatti, ‘Barney’s Version’
Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Comedy or Musical: Annette Bening, ‘The Kids Are All Right’
Best Supporting Actor in a Motion Picture: Christian Bale, ‘The Fighter’
Best Supporting Actress in a Motion Picture: Melissa Leo, ‘The Fighter’
Best Animated Feature Film: ‘Toy Story 3′
Best Screenplay – Motion Picture: ‘The Social Network’
Best Original Song – Motion Picture: ‘You Haven’t Seen the Last of Me,’ ‘Burlesque’
Best Original Score – Motion Picture: ‘The Social Network’
Best Foreign Language Film: ‘In a Better World’
Best Television Series – Drama: ‘Boardwalk Empire’
Best Television Series – Comedy: ‘Glee’
Best Actor in a Television Series – Drama: Steve Buscemi, ‘Boardwalk Empire’
Best Actor in a Television Series – Comedy: Jim Parsons, ‘The Big Bang Theory’
Best Actress in a Television Series – Drama: Katey Sagal, ‘Sons of Anarchy’
Best Actress in a Television Series – Comedy: Laura Linney, ‘The Big C’
Best Supporting Actor – Television: Chris Colfer, ‘Glee’
Best Supporting Actress – Television: Jane Lynch, ‘Glee’
Best Mini-Series or Motion Picture Made for Television: ‘Carlos’
Best Actor in a Mini-Series or Motion Picture Made for Television: Al Pacino, ‘You Don’t Know Jack.’
Best Actress in a Mini-Series or Motion Picture Made for Television: Claire Danes, ‘Temple Grandin.’

And since awards season started, I’ve also looked back at some of the best presenters, as well as the best speeches.

I’ve always like Steve Carell, and he gave one of the funniest speech on the Golden Globes 2006 when he won Best Actor in a Comedy Series. Watch his speech:

And of course funny woman Sandra Bullock’s acceptance speech in the Oscars:

And Robert Downey Jr.’s speech on the Golden Globes:

And this isn’t part of the awards season, but I still needed to post this, because this is really funny:

And you gotta love some Tina Fey’s smart and very funny humor as she accepts her SAG award:

And the funniest acceptance speech ever at the Golden Globes:

And two of the funniest presenters, watch this:

And of course, I need to post the difference of Ricky Gervais hosting the 2010 GG’s and 2011 GG’s:

And of course, a salute to one of my favorite actors. The actor who gave the best Oscar speech ever, it’s funny and heartfelt at the same time..

Dustin Hoffman nailed that speech! Here’s a copy of his speech:

He decided to open with two lines of humor, which were brilliant in loosening up the audience for his much more serious speech to come. Here is the entire speech he delivered that night:

“Thank you.”
(extended pause while he looked at the Oscar statue

“He has no genitalia and he’s holding a sword.”
In reference to the Oscar … greeted with laughter.

“I’d like to thank my parents for not practicing birth control.”
Again, laughter … quite an original way to thank the parents, don’t you think?

He then delivered his speech …

“I’m up here with mixed feelings. I’ve been critical of the Academy … and for reason. I’m deeply grateful for the opportunity to be able to work. I’m greatly honored for being chosen by the producer Stanley Joffe and the director Bob Benton, and to have worked in a family with them. And with Meryl, and with Justin, who if he loses again, we’ll have to give him a lifetime achievement award. And to Jane Alexander, and to Jerry Greenberg, and to Nestor, and to the crew on the film, who was part of that family. And to the crews, and to the directors, like Bob Fosse, and Mike Nichols, and John Schlesinger, that I have worked with before. We are laughed at when we are up here sometimes, for thanking, but when you work on a film, you discover that there are people who are giving that artistic part of themself that goes beyond a paycheck. And they are never up here, and many of them are not members of the Academy, and we never hear of them. But this Oscar is a symbol, I think. And it is given for appreciation from those people who we never see. They are a part of our life. I refuse to believe that I beat Jack Lemmon, that I beat Al Pacino, that I beat Peter Sellers. I refuse to believe that Robert Duvall lost. We are a part of an artistic family. There are 60,000 actors in this Academy, pardon me, in the Screen Actors Guild, and probably 100,000 in Equity. And most actors don’t work, and a few of us are so lucky to have a chance to work with writing and to work with directing. Because when you’re a broke actor, you can’t write, you can’t paint … you have to practice accents while you’re driving a taxi cab. And to that artistic family that strives for excellence, none of you have ever lost. And I am proud to share this with you, and I thank you.”

He left the stage to thunderous applause. Host Johnny Carson was then seen continuing the applause, watching Hoffman exit while nearly crying himself. Hoffman’s mother was shown in the audience breaking into tears. Hoffman’s co-star Meryl Streep was shown smiling and applauding, and fellow nominee Jack Lemmon was shown heartily applauding. Carson even commented on the speech before continuing, by saying “I think you’ll all agree that was beautifully said.” And it was.

Well, here’s hoping for more heartfelt, and nonboring acceptance speeches for the coming SAG and Oscars!

You are not one who would kiss the earth. Your life is spent dancing with the stars. And you know nothing but warmth in the cradle of the sky.

Hovering over the world
giving it light upon the night
always there yet never quite.

Long have I looked upon your face, one I never thought I would recognize. Mocked by the length of day, I would whisper lullabies to the wind, begging the world to fall asleep. So that you would return and I could once again serenade you with my gaze.

Even I was caught by surprise when finally you smiled back at me. For I am one used to the stifling solitude that is my destiny. So much that I find comfort in absolute stillness and only find my way in blinding darkness. That was how I fell in love with the night and come to know you.

And so it was that with a wicked twist of fate, or maybe it was just my strange fixation with pain, that I found myself yearning for nothing but a place in the heavens with you. It is a ridiculous impossibility only a recluse of my naive tolerance for tragedy could find absolute fascination in.

I therefore cannot blame the world, even with all my malice, for not being able to understand. For I also can never come to terms with how they can fail to stumble in the dark because of your gentle light and never give you so much as simple acknowledgement of your presence. And I want to laugh for I was at least less occupied with my shadow to look to the reason it was cast.

No one will understand. And so it is no surprise that no one will find it less easier to believe that not only did I touch the moon but that you touched me back. And you did more than just that. You enfolded me with your passion and wooed me with poetry that would humble romance itself.

But the universe is as it would, and even Mother Nature will not find it in her heart to find me a spot in the infinite sky near you. So that the only way for us to be together is for you to leave your home in the heavens. But as much as I want to spend the rest of my waking moments with the whole of your being, I can never bear the thought of tearing you away from the sky. The world will never hear a word of it but I know you’re ready to return all your light to the sun because you believe in the humility of my tiny glow. Nevertheless, we choose to stick it out where we are placed–tormentingly distant from each other.We both know that the world will blame me if you do step down to earth. And just like me, it pains you more to be the cause of that suffering than to have to wait for eternity to end just watching me from afar.

And so we wept our own goodbyes. I promise to keep singing love letters to the wind hoping the breeze of my heart will reach you. And you vow to always shower me with light enough to fill the world, knowing I’m there, awake in the slumber of our fate.

So it is that the world will end and they never would believe that everything is the way they all want it to be because of our great sacrifice. No one would ever believe because no one will ever know. They would hear my soulful songs and feel the footsteps of your light among them but they will never know that you are the notes of my melodies and I’m the reason you look upon the earth.

No one will ever believe I touched the moon.”

Anyway, come grade giving time, (Ateneo has letter grading systems, the highest being an A, lowest at D, with F for flunk), Fr. Ferriols had this long discussion with the registrar people because he wanted to give Calasanz an A+. Either that or he doesn’t teach at all…Calasanz got his A+. Read the paper below to find out why.

I have never met a man who didn’t want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn’t fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives. When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.

And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other’s presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other’s foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other’s habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages. Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together. The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become longtime friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other’s laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality. This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility.

One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other’s company over the long-term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.

After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can’t accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other. Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn’t become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood. There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates. So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts.

I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe. Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousness come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.

But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex. So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom… endlessly.

Frankfurt, one of the world’s most influential moral philosophers, attempts to build such a theory here. With his characteristic combination of philosophical acuity, psychological insight, and wry humor, Frankfurt proceeds by exploring how bullshit and the related concept of humbug are distinct from lying. He argues that bullshitters misrepresent themselves to their audience not as liars do, that is, by deliberately making false claims about what is true. In fact, bullshit need not be untrue at all. Frankfurt defines a theory of bullshit, defining the concept and analyzing its applications. Both lies and bullshit can either be true or false but bullshitters aim primarily to impress and persuade their audiences, and in general are unconcerned with the truth or falsehood of their statements (it is because of this that Frankfurt concedes that “the bullshitter is faking things”, but that “this does not necessarily mean he gets them wrong”). While liars need to know the truth to better conceal it, bullshitters, interested solely in advancing their own agendas, have no use for the truth. Thus, Frankfurt claims, “…bullshit is a greater enemy of the truth than lies are”
Rather, bullshitters seek to convey a certain impression of themselves without being concerned about whether anything at all is true. They quietly change the rules governing their end of the conversation so that claims about truth and falsity are irrelevant. Frankfurt concludes that although bullshit can take many innocent forms, excessive indulgence in it can eventually undermine the practitioner’s capacity to tell the truth in a way that lying does not. Liars at least acknowledge that it matters what is true. By virtue of this, Frankfurt writes, bullshit is a greater enemy of the truth than lies are.

And here is his essay:
The contemporary proliferation of bullshit also has deeper sources, in various forms of skepticism which deny that we can have any reliable access to an objective reality and which therefore reject the possibility of knowing how things truly are. These “anti-realist” doctrines undermine confidence in the value of disinterested efforts to determine what is true and what is false, and even in the intelligibility of the notion of objective inquiry. One response to this loss of confidence has been a retreat from the discipline required by dedication to the ideal of correctness to a quite different sort of discipline, which is imposed by pursuit of an alternative ideal of sincerity. Rather than seeking primarily to arrive at accurate representations of a common world, the individual turns toward trying to provide honest representations of himself. Convinced that reality has no inherent nature, which he might hope to identify as the truth about things, he devotes himself to being true to his own nature. It is as though he decides that since it makes no sense to try to be true to the facts, he must therefore try instead to be true to himself.

But it is preposterous to imagine that we ourselves are determinate, and hence susceptible both to correct and to incorrect descriptions, while supposing that the ascription of determinacy to anything else has been exposed as a mistake. As conscious beings, we exist only in response to other things, and we cannot know ourselves at all without knowing them. Moreover, there is nothing in theory, and certainly nothing in experience, to support the extraordinary judgment that it is the truth about himself that is the easiest for a person to know. Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to skeptical dissolution. Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial — notoriously less stable and less inherent than the natures of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.

—Harry G. Frankfurt, On Bullshit

NOTHING by The Script

[Verse 1]
Am I better off dead
Am I better off a quitter
They say I'm better off now
Than I ever was with her
As they take me to my local down the street
I'm smiling but I'm dying trying not to drag my feet

They say a few drinks will help you to forget her
But after one too many I know that I'm never
Only they can see where this is gonna end
But they all think I'm crazy but to me it's perfect sense

[Chorus]
And my mates are all there trying to calm me down
'Cause I'm shouting your name all over town
I'm swearing if i go there now
I can change your mind turn it all around

And I know that I'm drunk but I'll say the words
And she'll listen this time even though their slurred
Dial her number and confess to her
I'm still in love but all i heard was nothing

[Verse 2]
So I stumble there, along the railings and the fences
I know if I'm face to face that she'll come to her senses
Every drunk step i take leads me to her door
If she sees how much I'm hurting
She'll take me back for sure

[Chorus]
She said nothing
Oh I wanted words but all I heard was nothing
Oh I got nothing
Nothing
I got nothing
Nothing
Oh I wanted words but all I heard was nothing

[Verse 3]
Oh sometimes love is intoxicating
Oh you're coming down your hands are shaking
When you realise there's no one waiting

Am I better off dead
Am I better off a quitter
They say I'm better off now
Than I ever was with her

[Chorus]
She said nothing
Oh I wanted words but all I heard was nothing
Oh I got nothing
Nothing
I got nothing
Nothing
Oh I wanted words but all I heard was nothing
Oh I got nothing
I got nothing
I got nothing

I'M YOURS by The Script

 

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap you thoughts in works of art
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart 

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours 

You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died
My knees went week and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes 

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours
And though my edges may be rough
And never feel I'm quite enough
It may not seem like very much
But I'm yours 

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours 

To the Hongkong and PRC People,

You hate the Filipino people for the hostage fiasco that unfortunate
incident that went out of control at the end. This was a hostage situation
that was under control and which netted 7 Chinese tourists to be released
upon the efforts of our policemen.

You appear and sound sanctimonious and have even stepped upon our
sovereignty. You have demanded apology, the moon and the heavens. You hate
the Filipino people as if we wanted this unfortunate incident to happen.
First and foremost, we offer our condolences to the families of the 8 that
were killed in this incident. Secondly, we are sorry for the bungled
handling of this hostage taking. It was unfortunate, it was an accident, we
never planned it that way. Is it fair to blame a whole nation for a
situation that was never planned?

Let me ask you this question, “Should we hate you also for the lead
poisoning caused by the paint you used in your baby furniture and toys for
the children of the world? Should we hate you also for the use of cardboard
in the “siopao” that you sell to tourists? Should we hate you also for the
melamine contamination wherein not 8, but hundreds, maybe even thousands
have suffered and some even died?

Or, let us talk of Filipino casualties. A few years ago, 3 Filipino
tourists, all surnamed Madrigal, a family of 5 were walking on Tienemen
Square and Beijing. One Chinese stabbed the father and two of his children,
killing all three. Were you even sorry for what this one Chinese did? Did
the Filipino people even demand that China apologized for this unfortunate
incident. This was PRE-MEDITATED MURDER.

Just as the use of lead, cardboard, melamine was pre-meditated – used
because they were cheaper materials, in order to generate PROFITS for the
Chinese businessmen. Did you pay damages the same way you are demanding
damages from the Filipino nation and people?

Where was the anger of the Chinese and Hongkong people? Did you even
apologize to the world? My God in the case of melanine, you even kept this
information from the world, until you were exposed for what you are!!!

Enough! We symphatize but don’t blame the Filipino people.

So you want to send our OFWs home, that take care of your children? They
play an important part in your lives. Both spouses are able to work, earn
money because of the tender loving care being heaped on your children by
Filipino maids and yayas/amahs. While you pay our OFWs for the work they do,
you earn more for the love and care they bestow on your children. Go ahead,
send our OFWs home. Let us see how that will affect your family incomes.

From a Filipino

Anyway, it’s been a long time since I posted something new here. It has been a very busy year for me, which is good. I don’t like to travel, but somehow I was able to travel to the US, as well as to our province in Ilocos Norte. Mind you, I did enjoy every minute of those R&R.

I would like to share to you guys the free reading Astrology.com gave me. There’s a ring of truth in it, but there are some overly stated nice things too.  Here it is:

Section 1: How You Approach Life and How You Appear To Others

You meet life head on and throw yourself into new experiences with zest and enthusiasm. You are direct, straightforward, assertive, and usually completely above board in all your dealings. Candid and incapable of guile, insincerity or phoniness, you project a confident and sometimes arrogant appearance to others. You often lack tact and sensitivity, and can be completely oblivious to others’ needs, and inadvertently selfish. You are self-reliant and don’t depend upon social approval and reinforcement as much as other people do. You like to be original and do not mind going it alone. You may feel that you do not fit into groups very well, and that you do not naturally blend in and cooperate with others very easily. You like to be either a leader or a loner.

Section 2: The Inner You: Your Real Motivation

You have powerful emotional attachments to the past, your family, your childhood, those places you associate with safety and security and your beginnings. Maintaining a connection with your roots and heritage and keeping family bonds strong are very important to you. Loyal, devoted, and sentimental, you tend to cling to whatever is dear to you, be it person, familiar place, or cherished possession.

What do you think, fellow Cancers?

 Here’s the video of their collaboration:

Stephen Colbert’s Suburban Version of New York:

Yea yea yea I love New York – King of all the cities

Lived up by the Guggenheim, till I got some kiddies

Moved to Connecticut, bye George Pataki

Go to the dry cleaners, pick up my khaki’s

Shopping mall’s close, my community is gated

My shorties are all private school educated

Home theatre system, 60 inch plasma

Clean suburban air – much better for my asthma

Still hit the city – Times Square, keep it real

Hard Rock Cafe for the appetizer deal

M&M Store, Disney Store, I’m in heaven

I own this town from 41st to 47th

Addicted to the Lion King – That show is fantastic

Leave half an hour early so that I can beat the traffic

I can get home really fast Driver rocks an EZ Pass

Land of turbo gas and the upper middle class