A Little Surprise Visit
I’m tired of long posts.
(We’ll see how long this one gets)
I had the best driving lesson ever. The best. I didn’t panic, I didn’t steer like a madwoman, I was cool, calm, collected, I’m going to be the most fab lady driver ever to hit the streets of Malacca.
By hit, I don’t mean literally, of course. Not anymore haha!
Anyway I had a nice surprise today. Here I was sitting in my room feeling terribly FRUSTRATED while I was doing a nice template for my soon-to-be blogshop, frustrated for other reasons not related to the template I mean, and then suddenly there was a little noise outside my door. I thought it was my mom. And then there was a knock.
A really low knock.
Low as in, near the ground. I don’t mean low sound.
Then a very soft “Gugu!”
Omg. So my nice surprise came in the form of an adorable 2 plus year old boy in an orange matching shirt and pants suit. AHH haha.
My favourite nephew! Javen! Haha let’s call him Zhen Wei, Javen isn’t exactly a um common name.
Well anyway. SO CUTE RIGHT LOOK AT HIM haha. He has a violent tendency though. He takes my soft toys and throws them into my laundry basket for fun. And he nearly stepped on them.
Including Mubbles ):
But he really loves pillows. In a very I-nosedive-into-pillows-and-leave-my-face-there kind of love. Haha! So cute and huggable. I hope my baby likes pillows too! Sure, there are the dangers of suffocation but… SO CUTE. HOW DO I RESIST.
P.s: See? I told you it wouldn’t be a long post.
P.p.s: My soon-to-be a blogshop might never be one haha. But I have to say this myself. The template (which I cough designed) is damn pretty okay!
Feminine Much?
My attempt at baking mini cheesecakes. The texture of the cheese is fine, the taste is just great, BUT…
…the biscuit base was crumbly. ): Mommy says it’s because I didn’t compress it hard enough. So the first time I gave my dad one to try I had to scoop a heap of biscuit crumbs then perch the cheese layer on top of it. You know, to create the illusion of a biscuit base! (:
But it tastes great, so there.
Ha. (smug look)
My third attempt at a pouch was pretty disappointing because SOMEHOW the sides ended up a wee bit curved and bendy though I swear the topstitches looked perfectly aligned to me.
But then again I’m the one who can’t tell if the car is parallel to the curb when I’m reverse parking.
I think the pouch is quite pretty, except for the vintage-y yellow. I don’t fancy yellow. And I dislike (most) vintage. I go for basic pastel pretty stuff.
So besides the flowers, I don’t think the pouch is that great looking, unlike Jonathan Rh…wait, what was that? Nothing. I mean, I don’t think the pouch is that great looking. One wonders why I made it that way then. Shrug?
Anyway I shall name it the Bumblebee.
I went to the haberdashery and got some really pretty buttons and lace today! Yes, I’m excited. Places like that are so fun to browse. I mean there is a whole freaking smorgasbord of buttons. No end to the racks, I tell you. I felt like buying everysinglething everyribboneverylaceeverybutton. But of course, I didn’t, because my mom was the one who paid so AH conscience, no? But damn there were so many pretty, pretty colours, I went completely @.@
Yup, updates on my blossoming into a fully-groomed housewife.
What do you know, the next time I’ll be gushing about going marketing and telling lean and fat pork, fresh and stale prawns apart, or something.
But wait. I already know how to do those two things.
Oh well.
Pressure.
Oh, say, can you feel it ):
I really feel like I’m doing enough. Like I’m not putting in all I can to get what I truly want. And it’s not only the big things, y’know? It’s the small things too. Day-to-day plans, and things like that.
I procrastinate so. I’m hardly motivated right now, though I know exactly what I should be doing.
I feel like I’m pushing really hard against a wall of my willpower. I’m lulling myself, with this sweet, sweet lullaby, into a terribly fragile and false sense of security.
Something’s wrong. It oughtn’t be this way.
It’s gonna happen again. It’s totally going to be a replay of 05. Push rewind. Push play.
I want to actually deserve it. I must actually deserve it.
Maybe then I can actually blame something else that ain’t me.
And I think if I go on like that, I really don’t deserve anything at all.
Time is passing, fast, fast, fastfastfast.
Wait for it. It’s going to be legendary. Huh.
Help.
So. Incredible. Looking.
An evil person wrote somewhere that Rhys Meyers bugs his eyes out to look good.
PLEASE. LOOK AT THAT. CLEARLY THAT PERSON SAW LIKE ONE PICTURE or something.
And I’m soo happy Vanessa agrees that he is so cute. Haha.
Somehow that ring makes him look even better. I mean, guys wear rings to act cool I know, but hmm it actually works on him. I’m going to get couple rings for Alex and me soon.
HAHA.
Damn I can’t get that Irish accent out of my head.
August Rush OST:
01. Mark Mancina – Main Title
02. Steve Erdody and Jonathan Rhys Meyers – Bach – Break (LOVES)
03. Jonathan Rhys Meyers – Moondance
04. Jonathan Rhys Meyers – This Time (LOVES)
05. Kaki King – Bari Improv
06. Kaki King – Ritual Dance
07. Jamia Simone Nash and Impact Repertory Theatre – Raise It Up
08. Heitor Pereira and Doug Smith – Dueling Guitars
09. Steve Erdody and Jonathan Rhys Meyers – Elgar – Something Inside
10. Mark Mancina – August’s Rhapsody (LOVES)
11. John Legend – Someday
12. John Ondrasik – King Of The Earth (LOVES)
13. Chris Botti and Paula Cole – God Bless The Child
14. Leon Thomas III – La Bamba
15. VA – Track15
He can sing, dammit. And Jamia Simone Nash, who’s only about 12, is amazing. I mean, right now her voice is just cutesy, but that’s really some crazy diaphragm power and control there. When she grows up…I’ll be listening! And John Ondrasik, the 5 for Fighting guy, goes without saying.
<<What was your musical background, and how did you learn to look like you were really musicians?
Russell: I was a dancer. That was my musical background. I do have a sense of music, like if I had to fake a Tracy Chapman song. Learning cello is slightly different. I had a really great teacher who basically taught me a modified version of the fingerings, where I could feasibly be playing that piece … There was a lot to learn, and I hope it comes off OK.
Rhys Meyers: I enjoy singing in the shower and stuff.
Russell: He does more than sing in the shower.>>
HAHAHAHAHAH. He’s so cute!
I miss singing ): I really wish I could…do another year of Chorale. Be a Chorale retainee! Haha. Well anyway. Wherever I go for uni I really hope I’ll be able to do choral singing again :/
I blog everyday and it’s soooo annoying can someone PLEASE stop me ):
August Rush: I have to say this…
…Jonathan Rhys Meyer’s blue-grey eyes are magic.
That said, I’m pretty sure you know the rest of my opinion is going to be biased.
Still, August Rush (2007) is a very good movie, excluding Rhys Meyers. This is the plot summary from imdb:
“The story of a charismatic young Irish guitarist and a sheltered young cellist who have a chance encounter one magical night above New York’s Washington Square, but are soon torn apart, leaving in their wake an infant, August Rush, orphaned by circumstance. Now performing on the streets of New York and cared for by a mysterious stranger, August uses his remarkable musical talent to seek the parents from whom he was separated at birth.”
This movie is a modern fairytale at heart, held in one piece by a very endearing soundtrack of interwoven genres of music–rock, orchestral, gospel mainly, and topped with a dash of typical modern fairytale-esque synthesised music, whatever you call it (which I love. Have you ever heard Love Actually’s? Haha). Many silly moments, but those are what I love the movie for.
It is a movie told through about a billion beautiful coincidences that made me cry (what’s new), while simultaneously balling my fists and gritting my teeth and cupping my mouth in frustration because it is so upsetting that I know something important that the characters don’t! I wanted to scream and tell him THAT’S YOUR SON YOU’RE TALKING TO, YOU ASTOUNDINGLY HANDSOME IRISH FOOL!!!
(Btw that’s Freddie Highmore aka Charlie Bucket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory)
The music is not amazing, but very pleasant. A good match to the movie, I reckon, because that’s the kind of atmosphere that the entire movie settles into. A quiet amazement at the lovingly wonderful surprises of life, wrapped, with a nice silky ribbon, in a very positive energy because you know the ending’s gonna be good anyway (like a Christmas box where you already know what’s inside but the giver wraps it up prettily for you anyway). But I really loved the scene where Robin Williams honked away despondently at the harmonica in the subway while the orchestra played aboveground. His music was so dissonant, and out of place that you knew right then, there’s the end of him. So sad…
…but who’d care about him, haha, when Rhys Meyers was about to reunite with his long-lost love?
I read some reviews which said that the characters (esp the two beautiful people above) lack development, but hey. It’s a fairy tale, and it was meant to be one. Shrug. It’s not like it’s a Mozart biography, it’s more of..that fairy tale about that princess who got her identity robbed by some meanie then was discovered when the King eavesdropped on her whisperings to a pipe or something? What’s that fairytale called again? That kind. You’re not supposed to question how he knew his parents were watching, or how come the subway happened to be right below Central Park (not sure if I got that right), how a random homeless stranger can barge into Julliard and steal the guy away so easily without security thrust in his face, how Louis suddenly knew that Lyla was standing there.
You’re just supposed to be happy and receptive, stop thinking, stop being critical, stop poking for loopholes, and go aww at the aww moments! Don’t watch expecting a deep, thoughtful insight into a prodigy’s mind, or the exploration of the sorrow of separated lovers (though I must say they do the tortured/pensive look rather well), or the suffering of street kids in New York, anything like that. Expect a fairytale, no questions asked, and a nice one with good-looking stars too. Heh.
Anyway, I’ll be downloading downloaded the soundtrack (SOUNDS GOOD), for sure <3. No prizes for guessing what happens at the end, though.
SWOON
Damn I need more Rhys Meyers movies. He’s a great actor. Hell I’m not even sure if it’s because of those deep…amazing…eyes…(can you hear me drowning) or because he’s really good. I mean, there really is something about those eyes. They’re enchanting! HAHA.
And that hair, and that woollen turtleneck (<33), and him playing the guitar, and him SINGING…voice isn’t all that great, but satisfactory. Enough huskiness and raspiness while maintaining that crew-cut boyish edge to make me happy. Oh right, that’s not a musical consideration, pardon me. Haha.
AND THAT ACCENT. AH.
To that imdb plot summary giver: Ha! Charismatic is an understatement. Hmph.
P.S: I don’t know why I keep calling him by his last names, but I found out I wasn’t the only one. I think it must be because three words are too many. Haha.
Anyway the conclusion is, Jonathan Rhys Meyers is <3! (: As far as celebs go.
I WANT TO WATCH THE TUDORS!
AND BY THE WAY I SUCK AT DRIVING.
Which is actually, really frustrating. And nobody can help me. I mean, the uncle probably did all he could already, and I think I actually made a very patient old man impatient.
Couldn’t have been more blatant than that.
I WISH I DIDN’T HAVE TO DRIIIVEEEE!!
