The Bridget Jones Moment

I had my Bridget moment.

(See Largest Pants On Earth, below...)

I'm awks. Roundish. I don't smoke too much, but I have the drinking too much down.

Here's a question: why don't my frugging Hugh Grant and Colin Firth do their jobs and become obsessed with me/at least have the decency to make an appearance in my life?

A Sexy Surprise

So school's started, bla bla. You're all depressed (except the few crazies out there who love it) and hating the piling up of work. But no worries! I have something that will bring a little bit of joy to any person's life. It gave me a weekend of laughs.

I went to Target the other day and was wondering around feeling rather impulse-shoppingly but trying to be practical at the same time. So I bought a 3 pack of Hanes 'low rise boyshorts' because underwear is always needed right?

But really... low rise? You call THESE lowrise?

Rekha was all trying to comfort me... "Oh it's okay baby, I wear granny panties too!" Then she saw them. "WHY DID YOU BUY LONG JOHNS?"

Another comment: They ain't granny panties, they're grandpa panties.

Just so you know, here's the comparison against a NORMAL pair of boyshorts.


But actually they're really comfortable and I kind of adore them.

Yea. So, I'm bringing sexy back.

A True Treasure

OMG look what Rona found.


Check out this video: Potter Puppet Pals in "The Mysterious Ticking Noise"


Shit. It's not on youtube so it doesnt like pop out in a box. And why is everything underlined??

Oh well. It's pretty much the best vid ever. Oh wait it's totally there.


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A Joyous Return

Ladies and Gentlemen, look what was waiting for me on my arrival!

Is that...?

Yes, it is. It's the 2Smart4U ring. As in, safety on the internet. It's the pet project of Hayden Panettiere aka Claire from Heroes aka Ally Mcbeal's daughter aka little slut in Raising Helen aka star of Bring It On 2: All Or Nothing aka super really cool.

Anyway. You can have one if you promise to be safe on the internet, so obviously I couldn't resist. That and I have a real concern to save my roommate from internet predatory so you know, good deeds....

I know you're jealous.

All Alone....

You can tell you've been alone too long when you start to think in terms of what you will write on your blog. Because the internet is your closest friend. I mean, I'm having a great time conquering Soho and Covent Garden alone, but it really gives you time to think. And here is my epiphany for the day:

This summer/year, my catch phrase has kind of been 'I hate people'. I've said it ALOT. But walking through the crowds of drunkards outside all the pubs, trying to get back to the flat, I realised: I don't hate all people. I adore my people, and there must be at least 10 of them. I just hate other people.

So here's to you, other people, hanging out with your other other people. I hate you all.

Better Already

So, I've been in London for what, 3 hours? Already I have glanced coquettishly (not really, I just did in my head.) at at least 5 good looking men on the tube. I can't even remember the last time I did that in Singapore.

Happy times.

And you know, not to be offensive or anything, but I remember English men not being as hot as the ones on the Continent.

So things are looking up for me.

My life is NOT that small

The luggage limit for Quantas flights to the UK (and pretty much anywhere outside of the states) is 20 kilos. 20!!!!!!
Hellloooo. That aint gonna happen peeps.

JK... the comments work now.

That is all.

Well now, that's a little annoying...

Bev tells me my comments don't work. I tried them, as both myself and 'anon', and they worked fine.

What are you talking about, Bev?

I think to myself. But then I press refresh, and the comment counter remains obstinately at '0 Comments'. So I thought maybe just the counter was out of action, but no. It's just shite.

Nez-a-Nez with Vincent Perez

Utterly confused, I moved onto a 'historical' romance, Cyrano de Bergerac. It was great, like a crappy-romance novel on screen, except, uh, French... so all the more romantic? I wasn't sure about it at first, the cover looked kind of cheezy, but the back said that Vincent Perez was in it, so I gleefully popped it in. Vincent Perez is hot. Actually, now he's kind of balding, but back in his early 90s heyday, he was hot. You might know him from Fan Fan La Tulipe, if you saw that a buncha years ago when it came out. I had forgotten him, but I was watching Indochine the other week for my Vietnamese film thing, and he was there and reminded me that I'm in love with him.

Anyway, Cyrano, the poet-slash-foolhardy-army-commander, is in love with his cousin. (These French people... tut tut tut.) He's also Gerard Depadieu, so that gives massive e-props to the film right off. Due to his horrendously large (prosthetic) nose, he doesn't think anyone could possibly love him, so he hides his feelings. One day, Cousin Roxane needs to talk with him urgently, and declares herself in love!... sadly, not with him. She's in love with Christian (aka my cutie-patootie), who will be joining Cy's regiment or whatevs, and could he please keep Chris out of trouble? Also, please tell Chris to write some love letters, even though they've never spoken. Cyrano complies, except, alas! Christian is a dolt and not good at romance. Cyrano thinks, well this is great, and decides to 'help' Christian by writing the letters for him... something about he'll be the mind and Christian will be the face. La la la, the gist of it is, will she ever find out? And WHO will she love?

Honestly, it was pretty corny, story-wise, but also had extremely witty dialogue. Seeing as he was a poet there were lots of word battles and plenty of puns, and y'all know I love my puns. I think it would have been better with a proper understanding of French, because reading the subtitles really took away from the rhyming and overall cleverness... but there was one scene that translated well, where Chris is sort of challenging Cy by interrupting everything he says with a 'nose' phrase, even though Cy generally bans his men from even sneezing. The kissing bits were kind of awkward and hilarious, but I think it was meant to be that way. It was well done because you know that you're meant to be rooting for her to be deep and choose Cy, seeing as she's obviously in love with his brains, but at the same time you can't help rooting for Christian, a) because he is tres sexy and b) because the poor boy is really just a pawn, it was Cyrano's idea to lie to the woman, and she liked him for his looks in the first place. Overall, it's a fun film to watch, but don't expect to feel all wise and arty at the end of it. Just expect to be amused.

Blogger wont let me upload pics, which is really shit. However, in looking for photos, I did discover that Vincent Perez was also in Queen of the Damned - HAHAHA!! Sorry. That was pretty much the worst film ever.