Recently on the Vampire Diaries

Excuse me while I cry over the hotness which is Paul Wesley. Hey, at least it's not twilight! Twilight should actually learn a thing or two from the vamp diaries. Like actually casting a good-looking person, just ONE, that has more personality than a wooden pencil.

Officially a vampire diaries convert and not slightly ashamed of it.

Spidey & Gwen Stacy

I don't often rant about movies but this... THIS WILL BE PHENOMENAL. With Andrew Garfield as Peter Parker and Emma Stone as Gwen Stacy (!), Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst just seem, well, impossibly sad.

I'm so biased, BUT I LOVE ANDREW AND EMMA. They are incredibly talented and also, incredibly hot. Always a bonus. Anticipation for this film is driving me nuts; it only comes out in 3D on July 3rd next year. Why Columbia Pictures, why?



Anyway, besides waiting eons for new films as such, I've been indulging in many oldies. Remember As Told By Ginger anyone? Anastasia? Only if you're a '90s kid. They help me to blatantly ignore linguistic readings, which have been piling up like mad. We'll worry about those later. For now, we enjoy!

That method actor

“An actor is at most a poet and at least, an entertainer.”

Marlon Brando

Everyone thinks it's unhealthy to have crushes on much older or god forbid, deceased dudes. Honestly tho, between men like Marlon Brando/Paul Newman, or perpetually prepubescent boys like Beiber, who would you pick? Thought so.

'Oh look, we have created enchantment.'

On a random note, I just watched A Streetcar Named Desire (1951) and Marlon Brando... HUBBA HUBBA. Sure, Vivien Leigh was astounding as usual; brilliant acting, a style icon, the regular femme fatale, etc etc.

Words, however, could not describe the way I felt when Brando stood beneath the stairwell with a ripped up white tee and his hands clutching his face, yelling 'Hey, Stella!' in that heart-wrenching voice. Of course, it did not hurt that most of the upper half of his body was exposed during the brief scene.


Melted like goo on the couch, and still feeling the same now. Marlon, why do you make me go all jelloid?

To travel to Paris, to wear perfume, and to listen to jazz

'It's not enough to educate us anymore, Mrs Walters!
You've got to tell us why you're doing it!'

It appears that I got my Carey Mulligan filmography thoroughly mixed up: I watched Wall Street first, followed by the poignant film Never Let Me Go, where she fitted perfectly into the role of a displaced Cathy Glass and lastly, An Education. It turned out to be for the better; her first major role as the bright but sheltered 16-year-old schoolgirl swept away by a suave gentleman was one of the best I'd ever seen.

Captured in the sleepy and old-fashioned English suburb of Twickenham, the film explores the true importance of an academic education as compared to, as Peter Sarsgaard so charmingly puts it, an education in the 'University of Life'. Mulligan's rather anachronistic character of Jenny puts the thoughts of thousands of A-level students together on the screen flawlessly, and more importantly exposes the restrictive societal mindset held by the working-class in 1960s England.

However, what was most impressive was the way the movie ended. While some may find it extremely unsatisfying (and ultimately, a betrayal in morals to the first ninety percent of the film), I found that the ending expressed finding comfort and a satisfaction for the simpler things instead of settling for living in a fantasy. Ambition is all well and good, but in the end, you can never truly have a shortcut in life.

Gosh it feels like I'm writing a literature essay here. So trust me, it's a movie you can't miss. Although no one could ever replace Ms. Hepburn, I'm personally really glad that Carey Mulligan was casted as Eliza Doolittle in the My Fair Lady remake. Definitely something to look forward to!

On 1950s' ladies swimsuits

'Some things are better left to the imagination.'

Bill Compton
played by Stephen Moyer
in True Blood

Hot hot heat.

I just had to post up some YOG pictures. Unfortch the camera died on us at Men's swimming semis. Diving is good enough! Throngs of us headed to Toa Payoh so support Tom... I mean, Tim! Ha. ha. ha. *weak laughter.

No but seriously, Tim is the hero.






And that concludes the YOG experience.

Like a riot, like a riot, oh!

Singfest 2010

So I wasn't feeling all that up to it on tuesday, but I'm kinda glad I went. Its awesomeness made me want to get a ticket for Smashing Pumpkins on day 3 (and from what Victor said, they played 1979 from Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness which they play, like, NEVER.)

The Like (alternative poprock band based in L.A.) was unexpectly good. Hail all-girl rockbands!


she reminds me of dull gret. Have been studying way too much lit... HA! I lie. Churchill gets into your head, tho.
Nameless bass, but you can pretty much guess its a hofner. Paul McCartney would have been proud.
Orianthi was an absolutely wicked, 'cept when she opened her mouth and the ghastly aussie accent came spilling out. You could practically see the looks of awe change to looks of mortification when she stopped playing the slick steve-vai licks and tried to increase audience participation by talking. Still, you can't fault the girl, being in MJ's last unseen-tour gives you immunity.

Lounged around while the wondergirls were on!

Harry's was the official caterer, everything was overpriced as usual!

So anyway there was this buff mixed-dude standing in front of us and Sarah asked whether I could take a picture with him. *blushes. And then she called me a cheap slut. THANKS.

Whoot whoot!
eeyer.

If they didn't show that much skin, people would have boo-ed them straight off. Most lukewarm-applause performance of the night!

They were so-so. I don't have a taste of effeminate dudes and mediocre instrumentals. Although Bill has GOT to get a trophy for managing to squeeze into those pants.

Anyway, I was pretty pissed that by the time Katy Perry got on (it took about 45 minutes for them to set the props up and vulgarities were aflame in the mob), there was no batt left cause Sheri used it all to take pictures of Tokio. It was a serious FML moment.

These were the best two pictures before the cam died... at least we got to watch her rock on guitar and sing with amazing vocals. Doesn't hurt that she is hella BEAUTIFUL!


Between holding press-conferences in the sea and having a fiance like Russell Brand, no one can say Katy Perry isn't amazing.

So concludes this year's Singfest! 2008 did have a better line-up I suppose, but you can't expect Jason Mraz and Panic to come every year, right?



The last week has ben breezyyyy. Career day on Wednesday and National Day celebrations today. Loving the long weekend ahead! Will finally have time to listen to the new Arcade Fire album. Have a great holiday everyone :)

'cause love's gonna getcha down

MIKA!

Well so, Mika was even more awesome then I thought it would be. It doesn't get any better than giant inflatable boots, ship sails, flowers and well, technicolour-everything. Two hours of mega hits and countless encores.

The crowd was surprisingly lovely (consisted mostly of preteens, cool caucasian moms and GIRLS IN GENERAL) and didn't have all that hooligan push-and-shove.

Loved the sets and the crazy crew. Hello, girl drummer!



And it didn't hurt that Mika himself was so incredibly cute.

One more word...

Kaching!

Good evening Brighton, we are the Stiff Dylans

'Ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn't have fallen in love with? Spurn my natural emotions, feel me feel like dirt, and I'm hurt.'

I think I'm going into the Angus, Thongs phase all over again.

Love the Stiff Dylans and all the wonderful brit bands and smexy accents that come with it! And thank you The Buzzcocks, for the words.

Oh Aaron. Why did you have to get hitched to a woman that could be your mom's age? Give us a chance, won't you?