The New World

Against bad judgement, I watched that silly Collin Farrell movie expecting of course, that it was going to be bad. I mean, it's Collin Farrell!! After pitfully sticking it through to the end of Alexander, I'm just over him. Sure, he's talented. I quite enjoyed him...in some role, probably, ages ago. But his reputation has preceded him and the ONLY recent film I've seen him in is Intermission and we all know I just watched that for Cilian Murphy and that really cute lady from that Emma Thompson movie, Nanny Ogg or whatever. (It's the Irish accent! It's so adorable.)

Back off my tangent, the movie was actually excellent, almost riveting. Despite Farrell, the girl (I can't be bothered iMDBing) or should I call her Pocahontas is amazing wonderful. NOT for one second did I think she was an actor and I haven't been captivated like that since...White Teeth. Oh Christopher! Cinematically, the movie is brilliant. The focus on nature and through it, the metaphors and symbolism that comes through her and her interaction between the villages/ways of life is very memorable. It's such a poetic, grand movie and hard not to watch once you're in.

So as the story goes, Virginia is invaded by new settlers and Pocahontas saves Smith's life and after a tenuous peace, peppered with short battles, gets kicked out of her tribe and falls in love with Collin Farrell who abuses her in the most non-abusive way possible (he just doesn't love her right, takes her for granted etc) and then leaves halfway through. And then of course she goes all piney...and then for no reason, except thanks to the Disney sequel, we all know she gets married to John Rolfe, Christian Bale appears in all long locks glory. Kissed my stars, here. Yay. Laurie is back. Wearing really puffy pantaloons. But his hair! It's so pretty and really does wonders for his quite harshly angled.

See, here's my argument. Watching The 300, Gerard Butler can have his hair short or even bald BECAUSE his face is kinda curvy or poofy if you like. He can do menancing but there are no harsh angles. And this my reason why I like Bale so much because he can do adorable with those long locks. Then again, he did pull off the short cut in Empire of the Sun but then, he was like 6.

Anyway back to it. So, in a most Fushigi Yuugi way, HE falls in love with her (audience, keep in mind that she is indeed 14-16 years old...so eeeee) and they of course marry and she is taken back to England and granted a successful audience with the Queen. She of course, is still in love with Farrell - at which point, I threw my hands up and went 'Oh god, why?', because who in their RIGHT MIND would choose Farrell over Bale? - /vent - meets Farrell and in that period realises that she does not love him anymore/they are in separate places and then chases her son about a garden and then in a voiceover by Rolfe, we find out she dies on the trek back.

Le FIN!

So okay, the ending not so great. Even though she likes Farrell, I was sad that it was tragically bittersweet. But the way this film is shot, made, produced, whatever you want to call it is amazingly poignant. It made me want to go trekking in Virginia and wash Christian Bale's back because admittedly, that scene was pretty hot DESPITE the fact that she's like 14 and he creepily watches her while she sleeps. Ahem. It's actually pretty sad that this movie bombed so epicly. It actually isn't so bad. And Farrell can act.

That is WITHOUT blonde hair.

In a non-Oliver Stone film. (Miami Vice was good!)

And Christian Bale helps. As always. OMG. THE PRESTIGE. A'mes, tell me how it goes!!

~ M.M.W ~

PS: Thanks to Em, for doing the research, Q'Orianka is actually 16 years old THIS YEAR. Which means that at 14, she kissed guys at least twice her age. And wow, here's me thinking she must have been 20 playing someone 15. Wow, a whole new 'EW'. I used to think that Emmy Rossum playing Christine at 16 and Gerard being 35 was disgusting but this far surpasses it.
Schnugged at 14:44 |

Current Mood: Psychic
Music: Four Walls (Funeral Remix) - Charlotte Martin

Sue's/Cathy's Birthday Dinner tonight. I have to leave early because I have this enormous essay I'm supposed to be working on now but I'm kinda not. That is. I will work on it once I see this week's episode of the office. Okay. I'm obsessed. It's been coming on so gradually that I haven't really noticed. Really.

In other news, I FINALLY saw the trailer for The 300 which A'mes has been constantly e-mailing me about. It came out within the last two days, as always, in very bad quality. But still nevertheless good. It's like...Troy + Sin City. Very stylised, very raunchy. So very good. Gerard Butler is in it and he's come far. But I still find his acting pretty patchy, a bit like my Orlando. But I still luff him nonetheless. He was blatheringly hot in POTO and that I will never forget. Lord save me from listening to PAAAAASSSST The Point of No Return again.

I am quite far, however, of spotting either David Wenham or Rodrigo Santoro yet. Give me a few more viewings. I'll find them.

In other news...Rachel Hurd-Wood is goregous. Like really goregous. Like I always knew you were going to be but why did you have to go and prove me right? Bitch got to co-star with Jeremy Sumpter (oh, don't make me feel like a pedo it's only like FOUR YEARS) and Jason Issacs in PP circa 2002-3?? Premiere for Parfum in Berlin and she's so purty. I agree with Em. She'd make a good Ginny with that hair.

SEE?

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After watching the LIVE Versace and D&G in Milan last night on FTV (okay, so D&G was a re-Live, I missed Thursdays), I was thinking about which model I'd rather look like. Natalie although pretty and having achieved glamour girl status (that is model/marryed rich from poor background), still reminds me a great deal of the time of a petulant child. And now she's all 'married' and 'happy' with two kids and that Park Avenue Apartment with the countless Picassos and the TITLED husband (no seriously, he's like the 10th Viscount of something or another). And I don't want to look like Gemma although I worship the ground she walks on. Maybe it's because of that. She looks too 'out of this world' to seem in any way down to earth. Although I've seen her interviewed and she comes across as someone very fun and likeable and I'd love to discuss books with. I mean, who reads Proust before their Ralph Lauren run? Then there's Lily but I'd never look good as a red-head (the freckles!) and that of course discounts Cintia. Which pretty much leaves me with THE STAM and Tasha. And Tasha's noise annoys me except for at certain angles. So, it is the STAM. And anyway, she's got those hypnotic Eva Green-esque eyes. They're so...so very very beautiful. And archy. She could be a Siamese cat. Or a Queen of Egypt.

Damn. I just remembered. She's a natural red.

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Shush A'mes. I know there are other models. But I don't like Marks, Douzen, Tiiu or Sasha. Marks is too boring, Douzen is too...sexy (yeah, she is. She's always doing Sisley!). Tiiu is nice but her features are too tiny and sharp, think Natalie Portman/Mia Farrow. And Sasha is just a downgrade from Gemma. And thinner. Yeah. I checked. She's got an inch smaller waist. Okay. This is sad. I'm off.

~ M.M.W ~

PS: I hate Gisele. *makes whip sound* And anyway, Victoria's Secret don't count.
Schnugged at 12:34 |

Current Mood: In DESPERATE need of Chanel.
Music: Tres Tres Chic - Mocean Worker (OST Devil Wears Prada)

I finally get that quote from First Wives Club, when Bette Midler holds up Goldie Hawn's Oscar and says, "Oh look! It says 'I beat Mery'." That's actually really funny. Also I get the Simpsons referencing Streep's perfume called, 'Versatility'. It's strange it took me so long to realise the genius of Meryl Streep. She really is good. AND it took a ChicLitRomCom to make me realise. Despite the fact she's been in countless good movies I've seen, The Hours, for instance. I just never really clicked at how great she can transition between genres. Especially she acts the shrizt out of Devil Wears Prada.

Can you believe it's been TWO YEARS since I first read that book? Occasionally I glance back at it, not for the whole 'figure yourself out' roman a clef but mainly for the descriptions of clothes, the insider knowledge into the designer world and basically because every girl's allowed a certain amount of bitchniness. However, this is one book that I don't agree with. I don't think she should have quit. She's not selling her soul. She's not selling her friends out. Isn't it the general belief that everyone although we know this is not true, especially for the rich, that we have to pay our dues in order to gain some life experience and thus earn what we reap? (or is that sow) So, her actions in both movie and book I rebelled against. I mean, WHO gives up a job where one recieves bags, phones, and face cream for free? And we're not just talking about ANY bag. Where I work, the last thing I got free was a ROAST chicken. Suck on that, Lauren.

Admitted not a bad movie, everyone was generally better than I expected and I quite like Emily Blunt now (OMGZ, she was Natascha? But Natascha was so nice?). She reminds me of Robin Dunne a little with the hair colour and everything. The clothes were amazing and suddenly I crave little, thin shoulders. Even Anne Hathway was an improvement over her usual over-the-top do-gooder. (A'mes claims I only hate her because she got to kiss Hugh Dancy! Arr.) However, I was UNPLEASANTLY surprised to find out Simon Baker playing CHRISTIAN of all people. Simon Baker? He was alright in his horrific lawyer mode but not as Christian. Christian was goregous. I remember in fact Carman and I detesting Ahn-drea for dumping him for her pitiful boyfriend, who Adrian Grenier did his best with. Really. He had like three moments in the entire film. And clichedness erupted when their two best friends ended up as a GAY GUY and a BLACK TOKEN. Grr. Could this be MORE PC?

Still craving Chanel outfit. As Tucci says: "You are in desperate need of Chanel." I think we ALL are darling.

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Schnugged at 21:28 |

~ M.M.W ~

PS: Shush, A'mes, I'm just trying to make up all my non-posts.
Schnugged at 14:55 |

Carine Roitfield, with the exception of Anna Wintour, looks like one of the scariest women on earth. She's French for one thing. And like Anna Wintour, editor-in-chief of French Vogue.

But after reading her interview she did with the Daily Telegraph, I can't but help liking her.

And, on Anna Wintour: "She taught me a lot. Maybe she think I go up too much, I don't know... I want good relations with her. But..."
[Translation: I’m just as afraid of her as you are.]

Cutie.
Schnugged at 14:47 |

Current Mood: Recollected.
Current Music: My Medea - Vienna Teng (because the classiques are classique for a reason)

So. I said I'd post more. How about a RAMBLE RAMBLE post?

- Strangely enough, from my limited view of New York fashion week, it seems that I quite enjoy Stefani's LAMB runway most. It's fresh and not boring or too couture. I have to say, I'm digging baggy pants, culled heel boots, platinum hair and hoodies on top of a suit all of a sudden. It just works in a really, really hot way. And it's wearable. Thank you, Jay and your stupid plastic umbrella necklaces. I mean, what is that?



- Besides that, I was a bit blah about fashion week. I know it's not couturier season but STILL. Despite the Proenza Schouler fall, I was bored.

- I am starting to get Sasha and Gemma more and more confused. Gemma looks a little bit more healthier while Sasha always looking slightly more like she's going to faint and die.

- Sasha has what A'mes calls, 'heroin hollowed' cheeks which makes no sense because you snort it through your nose.

- Oh.

- I'm kinda off Chloe bags. I kinda want the new Balenciaga, a shiny chili red with slight undertones of pink. I just don't like the strings. Meh. I'm never going to find THE ONE BAG to save me all. And the Chanel quilts turn me off. They're too...posh.

- I want a new perfume. When I go into the city tommorow, I'm going to spend at least an hour in Myer smelling all the new fragrances. Miss Dior is starting to smell boring, although it permeates like nothing else. And Coco shall always be my first. A woman is nothing without a perfume. Not a sentiment I entirely agree with, but it does give a woman a certain je ne sai quoi.

- My friends want to move out. I cheer them on but at the same time don't see it happening. Or if it does, it won't happen for very long. However, if all renders itself successful, I will finally have somewhere to crash when myself is all drunkie. Yay. Now how far is Heidelberg from my house?

- Probably the only dress I liked the whole week.



And that's because it's Heather.

- I wish Napoleonic style would come back into fashion.



- My theory is that you can be fat if you have a lovely face. It's true because all my friends who tend to the larger size have these beautiful faces and goregously clear complexions. And they look so comfortable in their skin. So why do I feels so...clumpy?



- I'm quitting my job because my boss is such a complete arse. I hate-ate-hate her.

- Now I'm back to being poor and in search of a new job which should be as far from audio typing as possible. I kind of want to do extra work. $19 an hour, MINUMUM, is awesome.

- Are you a Carine Roitfield or an Anna Wintour? I'd like to believe I'm more a Roitfield but the truth is I'm just a blase Wintour.

- Isn't life so much more glamorous when I can laugh at other so called 'fashion' educated blondes who cruise around the streets thinking they 'know' fashion when really they have NO IDEA? Darling, that ACTUALLY does look fat on you.

- I know fashion. I just can't wear it.

- I finally have something I want desperately. Rebel Angels The sequel to A Great and Terrible Beauty that I have been waiting for. It's been out for ages but I was never sufficiently determined to go out and get it. Amazon, my bitches. That or I can get it from Borders. Hmmm...the possibilities.

- The slutty dress Claire, Warwick and I were talking about last week (yes, there was a dress discussion) at work, I saw today at Apple Spice in Melbourne Central. I couldn't help laughing. It looks exactly like what a Candy Stripper would wear!

- My dinner party was a success. And I was so exhausted aftewards.

- I'm still so angry at my sister. I can barely SPEAK to her right now.

- I wish her boyfriend would go away.

- Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an out-stretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to resuce you right back. Jodi Picoult, my hero.

- So I missed Crim today and probably p-off B more. Well, I don't LIEK YOU.

- After watching the first episode of S.2 Extras, I realised why I liked Orlando Bloom so much. He makes me smile. I wish he did that more often.

- And after watching that Elisabeth thing with Helen Mirren, Hugh Dancy is rakishly hot when disheveled and stirs the blood a little too. And of course, looks like Orly. But still, very much yummy.

- Too bad that was all ruined when his head was quite graphically, explicity chopped off and then lifted up to the crowd to see.

- Bad Mirren! Bad! You stick to playing Elisabeth the SECOND.

- Three days til the 21st (or technically 3 1/2 because I have to wait for someone to upload it for me.)

~ M.M.W ~
Schnugged at 14:37 |

I'm a terrible blogger.

This is only the second time I've posted this month and about maybe the tenth time I've posted this semester. So many things are happening, have happened, may possibly be happening that I haven't mentioned. Like the Law Ball, my Dinner Party, the fact that I now dislike B very, very much.

Yesterday night, there were only two people on my MSN. There was B and J, both boys. The funny thing is, I started to wish J would talk to me. I read over our old conversations and I enjoy them. They're funny and fun and witty and kind of hilarious. I do miss it when S and J were together. I've only once met her new boyfriend and he isn't half as chatty or fun as Sue makes him out to be. Then again, it's not like I've really spoken to him, is it?

Anyway. I'd been away from my computer awhile and B messages me and I look at his message. It's nice. But desperate. And I realise something, over the past few weeks, I've just continually started to dislike him. He's very preachy and kind of sad and reclusive and a bit too much of a girl and not fun. We always argue and all the cute flirting and mysteriousness is gone. I'm always cheering him up and making most of the conversation when we're talking and plainily, he annoys me. Not overtly but he does which is why I'm dreading going to Crim in about two hours. I need to go though. I just don't want to sit with him.

That's why I was so nicely surprised when J messaged me (I ignored B's message) and said, "Long time, no talk." and everything went back to normal. It was all the same and I had a fun night chatting which is only usual when chatting with close friends.

I look back at past posts and wonder how I was every so obsessed with B? I idealised him in a way that maybe considered him to be some awesome white knight with no issues and was going to save me. Instead I find myself in that position and quesiton whether it should really be my job? I have my own issues to sort out, buddy boy, and your ones come no where close to mine.

No wonder that girl ditched him by the third lecture. Thank god, I'm not so nervous now.

~ M.M.W ~
Schnugged at 11:11 |

The first post of September.

In cheering up Sue and researching prices for Thailand I find myself, once again, stuck in a rut. It is a most self-realised rut, from which I have not gained passage from for almost seven years. It's the same - holy crap, Sue just blocked me or whatever you want to call it. Oh, for fuck's sake. That wasn't even a really bad rant either. I think mostly the fact that I've inflicted upon myself so much self introversion and pain is because I can't figure out a way of this stupid mess. I'm so burdened down by everything. I made games, I rang people, I've worked hard at my friendship and year after year after year, it's the same irrevocable resentment. It's the little things Alice says, or the treasured memories, or the way I'm treated as a stupid dumb person who always says stupid dumb indecent things because by far, that's the only role I've played.
At times, I've felt left out and very displeased with myself. No one ever compliments me, evidenced by the fact that when someone inadvertently does I have no idea how to react to it. I want to show my gratitude but I stand there stunned like a fox. It's strange. I've never felt beautiful in my entire life and I'm surrounded, perhaps in a most subversive way, by people who have never confirmed or acknowledged the fact.
I've had breakdowns, tantrums in the past because of this resentment which keeps building. There's no appreciation, no love or care or any showing of it. I've organised sleepovers, birthday parties, yearbooks. I've MADE an effort to be a friend and I get abused, neglected, annoyed.
It's the same rant year after year after year. All I want to do is cancel this damn dinner and go cry in my room. That's how I felt at the ball. Watching those people. So together, so happy, so excited. I felt like a fat ugly turd. No, literally. I am never going to be a part of any of that. I am never going to have the 'guy friends' and go to Bali and wear a skimpy bikini and have my first kiss at 16 and gossip with my friends about it. YEAH. That's what I wanted to do and it never happened. Instead I ended up like a orgre trapped in a marsh swamp. I am never going to be able to go to a party or a ball and feel 'normal'. I'm always going to be self concious of what I wear and my hair and my skin and my hair, oh yes, those little problems, which btw, are never going to go away.
I will always feel ethnically diverse and rather stupid. Everyone is so smart and determined and sensical and I just feel...naieve and old at the same time.
I can't 'converse' with people. I'm too nervous to say anything and when I do, it comes out stupid when I explain it....I can't keep on about this. I have to either change it or let it go...

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I want a summer away from all this crap. To be with me in my own time. To think and find myself and be happy. I want my summer in Paris.
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S E C R E T P O S T









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SO. I'm here instead of attending my contract lecture. Yeah. Big surprise, there. I'm just so tired and my mind really isn't up to it. And anyway, I'd be sitting by myself, hating the fact that neither of my friends showed up again. The thing is, I don't mind it that much. Truly. I don't. I used to. Hell, I used to mind getting on trams. I'd burn up and I'd sweat just GETTING on a tram. Shows how fucked up my parents have made me. Even more so, now. Anyway, the weird thing is, and listen closely, I'm starting to feel really paranoid. EVERYONE keeps looking at me. I'm walking like to a cafe or something and everyone just stares at me queerly. In my Crim lectuer yesterday, I looked at this guy twice and he kept staring at me rather queerly and I couldn't understand why. I don't look THAT horrific, right? I know I used to have the most scarred, pimply face imaginable but now it's all clear and well, fat. So what? They're are weirder looking people here on campus than just me. So what is it? I'm starting to feel Truman-vibes again and my - FRICKING NAILS are making it so hard to type. What if all this is just a dream/TV show? I mean, what if I am really at the center of all things and everything I've worked/strived for is really just a sham to money-make for some vast corporation? Which would of course explain why I have such bad luck, why things look up and then go down, why I got into Law, why I kept moving, why I feel so sick and tired and paranoid all the time. But it doesn't make any sort of sense, does it? And thoughts like this just scare me. Am I really just paranoid or am I going insane?

~ M.M.W ~
Schnugged at 09:31 |