Entries from May 2004
After seeing too much of Modern Day Colin Firth, I thought I was going to forever pine his obvious absence in period movies. I loved him as Earl of Wessex in Shakespeare in Love; and of course Elizabeth Bennet’s Mr. Darcy in BBC’s Pride & Prejudice. No doubt he reprised his role in The Bridget Jones’ Diary but I rather hear him rambling in proses than bumbling english-accented Spanish to his former housekeep.
In Girl with a Pearl Earring, Colin Firth is back in his boots; and a storyline almost like his bit in Love Actually.. He’s Johannes Vemeer; Master of the house/artist/painter extraordinaire; and she is the Maid; with the most luscious lips since Angelina Jolie in Gia. All this is set in Holland in the 17th century. Yes – the time when a gentleman would be so satisfied just to be able to make a maiden smile; where the mere sight of her beautiful red tresses could cause a riot in the heart. The whole seduction is really just an imagined, intriguing story behind one of Vemeer’s greatest and most enigmatic painting (hence the Title).
Seduction. It’s a very fierce word. The relationship between the Master and the Maid is extremely intense and intimate; so much so that I kept saying “ohmygodkissalready!” – it doesn’t happen. The entire household is crumbling on a scandal that never happened. He loves his wife. The maid gets frustrated, finds the butcherboy who’s been holding a candle for her – and they fornicate. Yes, they did. I spent the entire movie fixated on Scarlett Johansson’s lips; just as I did when I saw The Perfect Score and Lost in Translation. Colin Firth is always worth watching. This movie was nominated by the Academy for best Art Direction and best Cinematoghraphy in the 2004 Oscars; and if anyone is tired of bluescreen horror, comic-book superhero, talking donkey, Aunt Petunias or even metal breastplates; watch this one. It will most definitely be worth your six ringgits.
Categories: Film
Katie Leung as Cho Chang
im still googling for more pictures of her.
fear not – i’m still an Emma Watson fan.
Some speculated Audrey Tautou as Madame Maxine but i found somethingelse in this CBBC: Frances de La Tour. Yes, this Madame Maxine is would look good next to Hagrid the gentle giant.
SOMEONE SHOW ME THE WAY TO KATIE LEUNG’S JPEGS!
and i’ll be yr friend forever. hehehe.
Categories: Film
she: so why don’t you just go out with him already?
me: becaaaause i love pussies.
she: Don’t be so selfish, girl!
me: Whatever do you mean?
she: you have one already!
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*lol* i can’t help myself, girlfriend – heheheh; i think i’m gonna stay with the ladies.
Categories: the nextdoor grrrl
My Weekend was a blurry havoc of digital beeps and live online radio technodroning my senses to inner chaos. Everyone is connected to everyone, no one is without a mobile phone; not on a Friday night – but me. You know, when the Friday fucked you up on shooters, bruised knees and lots of TLC from the brother; all you want to do is sleep Saturday through Sunday, instead you are out in real time, out there online and just Out there; lethargic, hung-over and not willing to stay home. Its been a while since i sat a through a weekend like this. Everyone’s gorgeous, charming and always talking between the lines. Its like each and everyone is a book, willing me to fL!p through a few pages and like what I see, now if only I could read minds. Cheeks kissers are for sober chic and beautiful people. Lips kissers are for drunk, happy, fabulously gorgeous people. I want to say plastic. But it is not. They are not. If this was Sodom, then I’m loving it. Liquid’s calling for a Back To School Party, girls – I think they saw ours. I’m doing a Tatu *LOL* – now where can I go to find cute sexy knickers that Evan Rachel Woods wore in Thirteen? Might need the Marauder’s Map, cause I solemnly swear, I am up to no good.
Parents, lock up your daughters. I’m gonna trawl.
Categories: me me ME!
goodmorning lay people ~food for thought –
“If New York City’s signature fruit is the apple, then its signature sound is theAmbulance siren. It seems like all day everyday people are getting hurt and the whole city has to hear about it. But what about the injuries that don’t get a siren? Whether you’re falling into a hole on the street or possibly falling back in love? Just how dangerous is an open heart?”
SJP @Carrie Bradshaw in SATC ‘Domino Effects’
Categories: quote of the day
“…to faggots, lezzies, dykes, cross-dressers too! – to people living with, living with living with – Not dying from diseases, let he amongst us without sin be the first to condemn, La vie Boheme…”
Categories: musical musical MUSICAL!!!
sub·ver·sive ( P ) Pronunciation Key (sb-vûrsv, -zv)
adj.
Intended or serving to subvert, especially intended to overthrow or undermine an established government:
“Sex and creativity are often seen by dictators as subversive activities” ~ Erica Jong.
n.
One who advocates or is regarded as advocating subversion.
So, stop trying to Shift+F7, go to Dictionary.com - heheh -
Categories: quote of the day
The nineteen seventies in Malaysia is a pretty picture of flared jeans and jim morrison hairstyles. The pictures of my parents in the seventies are pretty ones. Mum loves A-line futuristic dresses in hot pink prints or apple green, and dad’s suits were all intricately tailored like young Al Pacino in The Godfather with the S. Jibeng jambul. I used to get irritated when mum fusses about which tailor to go when we can shop at Levi’s! Now I understand – Shopping for bikinis in retail outlets is a frustrating thing – for me. Lets just say, everytime I go shopping I’m always lamenting about the fact that there’s just no place I can go to get measured for a quality two-piece.
I love going through the photo albums because everything captured in there looks so Suzie Wong. Day at the beach or goodbyes at the port. Everyone was dressed in their best. Men in polyester tops, skinny pants and hats; and women in high neck cheongsams or flare-skirts and big dark sunnies. So very Jackie-Oh. Don’t forget the little scarf tied around their slender neck – so Gina Lolobrigida in Come September. And my mother, she was a beautiful young woman. Those I think were pictures from the sixties; mum was at the age when a young woman’s fancy would turn to love. When one day her prince did come to take her away.
Theirs was a love story. The classic one: aint no mountain high enough, aint no river wide enough kind of romance. Daily waiting for the postman to bring a little news, pictures signed ‘with love forever true’; guitar serenading, woman at window – the whole nine yard. I know this much about their love. Once we needled dad into telling us how swell she was – he started off with her vitalstats, to her tiny waist to her beautiful smile. No doubt it was all in the physical sense; but I’m sure it runs deeper. And we are made of this… and healthy dosages of musicals.
All these were captured in tiny little moments made momentous thanks to dad’s enthusiast in photography. His little Rollei that shoots seventy-two pictures per roll of thirtysixes gave me the satisfaction of knowing the brighter side of life then (forget Japanese inquisition or war food rations). The life my parents had then been pretty according to the pictures. Now the digital age has come and there is just no need to be running to the camerashop cause I can’t wait to see the pictures. I can stick the memory card in and Walla! My pictures are done. But they are not tangible. The memories I want has to be material so I can touch and recall. I haven’t flipped through a picture album in a long time – I did manage to record my Christmas holidays back home in both digital and Lomographical. God bless the generous twosome who bought me the Lomo camera for Christmas. I’m like a kid with that camera.
This Christmas I’m going home. The ENTIRE family will be there and I want to continue capturing the happier moments. Dad’s been behind the camera all of his married life and its time for him to be the King of his house. I’ll be the designated photographer.
Categories: for mummy
what could be more thought provoking than this?
bring on the mindfucks –
i can’t wait!
the talents:
the artist: Jason Meents
the brain: the gluttergirl herself from Glutter
Categories: Blog-a-Licious
