Venting Machine

The title is a description of how I have come to see this blog. Recently I've been feeling deep bouts of frustration and, erm, depression? I don't really know if it's that severe yet, but I guess I can call it that since some really dark thoughts come to the fore whenever I'm 'depressed'. I won't say what those dark thoughts are though, because a) I am stupid enough to not want to admit them to myself just yet and b) I might regret putting them out here.

A lot of the feelings I've bee going through lately (okay, I don't like that sentence's opening cos it makes me sound like I'm an Oprah/that emotional girl in Mean Girls) have been a result, indirect or direct of the people around me, and strangely, my over-attachment to social media.

I always feel a little bad attributing my frustrations and mistakes to the people I surround myself with, cos I'm always worried that I will become one of those people who keeps blaming others for their problems instead of looking a little closer for the source of those issues - themselves.

But now I think, I keep blaming myself for every negative emotion I've been through in the past few months (or longer?), and I don't think I want to do it much longer. Of course, I realize that we are the ruler of our destinies, that no one can make you feel inferior without your consent blah blah blah, but lemme tell you, it can get tiring letting yourself carrying all the emotional load, whether or not they were self-induced. Cos you know, we girls can have the tendency to be oversensitive and dramatic.

If I wanna stop blaming myself for all those emotions though, I would have to resolve them by telling someone about them, or tell it straight up to the person who I'm not completely satisfied with. That's a hard part. Now I'm gonna venture into some pretty annoying territory. You have been warned. It's hard because a) in every person I love and have around me, there's still something I immensely doubt or dislike about them and b) some of these people may react defensively or drastically to those 'vents'. Maybe some of them will look at me in a completely different manner that is also irreversible. I might lose some friends. I might be hated by everybody.

Ah, like I said, I can be dramatic, but yeah, sheet could happen.

Of course, one may argue that true friends or true loved ones won't perceive or treat you any differently just because of some grievances that you have concerning them (except maybe in the ways that you want them to change). True ones will stand by you, be honest with you in return, and continue to do so for a very long time.

Heck, who knows? Maybe those people I have gripes about will do just that - stay. But I've got fears, and many of them center around the ominous theme of being alone. *here comes the drama again*

Maybe what I should do, is have more faith. But my complaints aren't that minor. I probably have more than one big one for certain people. Could they take it? And plus, what if my judgment is wrong? What if the things that I dislike about that person (and which affect my mood and is starting to corrode our relationship) are irrational? Often we are too blinded by our own desires, needs and rage, and in that we may fail to see the real truth. Something which can easily lead to a heated debate about what the real truth is, and if there even is a real truth in this world, but I will digress cos that will steer me away from what I originally was talking about.

Of course, just like there are some long standing frustrations, there are also some minor ones *this is where I can get annoying too* Geeky, self-indulgent things like not getting responses (or enough/right ones) to my tweets, plurks, photos, Facebook activities and the like always riles me up.

I've fallen victim to the curse of the 21st Century Generation-er. Truthfully, in any other time and place, those things would barely have mattered (particularly in times where those things above didn't even exist!). Yet now, they're a constant source of tiny, but nonetheless highly irritating thorns in my side.

I wish I knew how to solve this. I know I should focus more on the other things that I have, like my music, my family (though they're humans so I will always have some doubt attached to them =/), my wardrobe (don't you dare snortle. This is very important to me), my education, plus other 'blessings' I have had in life. The air quote is because blessing is a very corny word to use, but I guess that's what they are.

I take a moment and wonder about the mood I'm currently in. I suppose I feel better than I felt last night, and this morning. Writing about things here doesn't solve my problems in any way whatsoever, but I reckon that I can feel a teeny bit better by doing so.

Still, that doesn't change the fact that the best thing to do in the long run is to solve those disheartening emotions that are dragging me down in the first place. I hate feeling like I always have something to be unhappy about, or that other people can make me unhappy just like that, sometimes without realizing.

I bet it doesn't help that I don't particularly like myself, and that over the years I have begun to suspect that I am, as a matter of fact, repulsive. My jokes about becoming a cat lady are never truly fully jokes. I believe it could happen. Either that, or I die at the ripe old age of 21. I think I would like for that to happen. It sure would help to lessen humankind's massive carbon footprint.

This is a morbid side - but nonetheless related - thought, but right before I slept last night, I thought about how people would react after I died. I felt, as stupid as this sounds, happy at the thought of people possibly being shattered to pieces at my demise, though of course you're more likely to find a shopping mall in the middle of the Sahara desert.

Sometimes, and this is where it gets really bad, I think of leaving right now and seeing how big (or little) of an impact I have left behind. It doesn't have to be leaving in that way. Maybe I could try getting lost. Would anyone come to find me? Would they instigate a search for me? Or would they just try to call me a few times and revert back to their usual lives after a few failed tries?

Somehow I feel better thinking that it will be the last outcome, even though it does make me a little down. Aha! I think I have self-destructive tendencies! But I realize that when I say it it makes me sound more like a wannabe than an actual psychologically mad person.

I'm possibly also interested in the idea of 'leaving' because I want to know the truth behind people's impressions of me, or if I have left any inkling of that at all. I may be overly suspecting, but who is to know if things are what they seem to be? And no, none of this was influenced by my recent trip to see Salt. That was a pretty solid movie by the way.

Alright alright. I think I'm done ranting for now. My mind is somewhat cleared of clutter for the time being, and when it becomes overwrought with worry and mental disease again, I'll come back, and rant. Some. More. *cues evil laugh*

This is probably the one form of therapy I can afford for the time being anyway, until I get enough money one day to consult a shrink. That would be fun. ;)

Wen Ti

Just to ensure I don't explode, I'm going to vent a little, indirectly, by asking a few questions. They'll probably be so layered and convoluted that no one will know what kind of answers it is that I am looking for, which is my goal =D

So here goes:

Q #1 How do you vent pent up emotions and frustrations without offending anybody? And at the same time appeasing yourself?

Q #2 Why is this such a bad week?

Q #3 Why am I acting like an angsty teen with no idea of how much she has?

Q #4 Why do I keep caring when it is much healthier not to? And am I actually really being caring?

Q #5 How do you stop yourself from mentally referring to yourself as Bitch?

Q #6 How do you solve the problems concerning the people around you?

Q #7 How do you convince people that your crying is not so much a sign of weakness as it is a sign of minding too much?

Q #8 How do you tell yourself that shockhorrorgasp you cannot do it all? And what makes you think YOU are so special to the extent that YOU can do it all?

Q #9 How do you convince yourself that no one hates you? Perhaps they just feel seriously annoyed by you?

Q #10 How do you stop being so whiny and irritating?

Q #11 How do you go to the emotional place you thought you would be at two days ago when you were so anxious about your live radio show recording and so excited about the things that would follow after?

Q #12 How do you smack yourself in the face without letting people snigger at you for being more insane than you already are?


Okay, I don't know if that was as hard to decipher as I wanted it to be, and at the end of this I still feel very much on the verge. Obviously I am not a victim of a Nazi concentration camp, or an orphan, or a cripple, or a homosexual living in an Amish household, so I still don't know what true suffering really is. But somehow I still feel really bad.

One of these days I will have a personal shrink. Or maybe a few more once the first one gets sick and weary of my non existent self induced drama...

ReCAPing

Lately, quite a few of my thoughts have been about what topics to choose. It's like the theme of the week. I've had a lot of situations where I had to sit down and think deep about what topic to go with for (insert circumstance here). So, yes, in a way my brain cells have gotten a bit of exercise. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

For one, there's been the dilemma of choosing what I should talk about on my radio show. Don't get me wrong, I'm no employed DJ, but as part of my coursework, I'm required to record my own 30 minute radio show. It's very, very cool, but also very, very pressuring especially after you learn about the amount of things that goes into making a show run as smoothly as it normally looks. So, back to the subject of what to talk about. My script is due next week (Monday, actually), and I haven't typed down a thing yet. My half-baked excuse is that my netbook has been sent for repairs since the beginning of this week, and as it has yet to come back I don't really have the right medium to get down to work. Ah. But here I am still kicking back and bathing in 50s-60s nostalgia radio. Haha. I belong in the wrong decade, obviously.

The other topic decisions are mostly minor, like the time when I had to choose which place to cover a news topic of our choice on our very first news reporting assignment. That reminds me...this is kind of a week for first times too.

And then there's the actual main purpose of this post - CAPS (Creative Arts and Performance Society). It's the club I've always dreamed about, where everybody is creative, passionate and talented. And now that I am a committee member (I'm on the music team), I couldn't be more stoked. But as I attended the very first meeting involving the newbies yesterday, I found out that there's also a lot of work to be done. Not that it was something I didn't expect, but I'm just saying, the times ahead sure are gonna be busy. As long as it's not too busy to the point where it does harm to my CGPA, Imma liking the workload.

The first event the club has to submit performances to is Teachers' Day, which is on May 16. I saw this event scribbled out on the club whiteboard and went all o.0. It's only been less than 2 years since I left high school, but it feels like it's been a long time since I last celebrated that event which I never ever truly resonated with. Any Teachers' Day that I feel genuine towards would also have to be Mother's Day, so yeah.

Anyway, we need to give one singing performance in front of the lecturers (precisely. Now that we're all in college, they're called lecturers. NOT teachers.). With my fellow music team committee members slash partner-in-crimes, Amanda and Claire, we deliberated on the right song to sing for them. I don't know what I was on; maybe it was the fear-tinged excitement of meeting the newbies mixed with my ever present sarcasm, but the first choice that came to my head was Gives You Hell.

Yeah. That's right. It's perfect actually --- if you wanna spite the lecturers. Basically, the song takes a dig at an old bully/ex who is still stuck in his/her rut while the person singing it has moved on to bigger and greener pastures. Like I said, it's a great IN-YOUR-FACE song choice. And as a bonus, Lea Michele as Rachel Berry did an addictive version of it on Glee recently.

Here's one part of the lyrics that hooked me:

'And you're still probably working at a 9 to 5 base/I wonder how bad that tastes'

Still. As much as I was sold on that, it wasn't a realistic choice (insert d'oh expression of choice here).

In the end, after more deliberation (and even more time wasting), CAPS's newly installed president, Angel proposed the resulting choice - Christina Aguilera's I Turn To You. At least I think she brought it up. I've pretty much forgotten about the process. But I did push relentlessly for the song to be chosen.

Sure, it's a choice that doesn't score high on the originality factor (heck, it's perfect for any occasion that needs to give a message of love without the sappy romantic feeling), but in other ways it's completely perfect. Also, since I've been magically put in charge of teaching the newbies to sing, this is the ripe opportunity to torture their vocal cords. I say: Ha. Ha.

Ending this obscenely long post is the official music video for I Turn To You. God, Christina is so pretty.




Ignore ze Spanish lyrics, this was the only one I found which could be embedded. Something about this tells me that my friend Claire would be pleased though.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

SATD

That's not a misspelling of any of the following:

a) Sex and The City
b) Sexually Transmitted Diseases

What it really is, is a twist on (a) --- Sex and the Desert. In SATC 2, Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte go on an extended, vamped version of the Girls Day/Night Out - a trip to Dubai. One day...one day...

The latest poster for SATC 2 was unveiled recently, and the moment I saw it I went WOW. Of course the WOW didn't come with the thought that the image is a photographed to death one. It came because my first impression of it blew me away.




[image from JustJared]

I honestly don't care what the haters say. Most of it are complaints about how fake the image is anyway. Hello! This is a movie poster. And what do movie posters do? They effing PROMOTE. And furthermore, this is a movie about glitz and glamour and escapism. Don't you think that if a veiny, muscly-armed and wrinkly-faced SJP appeared on it in place of a glammed up one, it would adversely affect the hype and ultimately box office revenues for the movie?

SO there. I love it. I love it so much I will ignore the main question in my mind, which is how does anyone trough through mounds of silky desert sand in 5 inchers (or probably higher, seeing as this is SATC)? I love how glowy she looks (or what amazing skills those Hollywood Photoshoppers have). I love how she's holding up those theater-show-viewing glasses (or are they binoculars?) in an effortlessly glam way. And need I say it?

I LOVE HER DRESS. I can see nary a bad thing about it. The snake-like cinch (I assume) cascading up the upper ruched half. The caftan-like, flowing skirt with its no doubt amay-zing details. I even love how the blue tone of the dress matches perfectly the crystal-studded 2.

And does this even have to be mentioned? I will be closely analyzing every single outfit the girls wear when the movie comes out. Mwahahaha.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Breathe.

Alright, so before I start I'm just going to warn those who actually frequent this place, that if you're in a really great mood or simply don't have the stomach for any form of darkness/negativity/slight depression (even in measured amounts), you really shouldn't read this. In other words, this is just a detour from my usual entertainment-based content in order to focus on - maybe? - detoxing my mental state from all the weight that I've been feeling inside for a long time now.

At this point, I don't quite know why I should still care about conventions and other people's thoughts of me, but I guess if I don't I wouldn't be here right now. And so before you pass some judgment, in my defense I have to clarify that this isn't an 'emo' post. Besides, the current overuse of the word emo is starting to be insulting towards its source, which is the music genre of emo. No. Right now my post is centered on what I would call an evaluation of my doubts and worries. Oh yeah, this isn't PMS either. I mean, please.

I honestly have no idea, when such emotions happen, whether it is because I'm going mad or if I'm really feeling it and have no one to turn to. Either way, it doesn't help the way I feel. I can say one thing for certain though, and that's if a certain something keeps popping up, there's a reason why it's acting that way. It's the same reassuring logic with everything else in life - everything happens for a reason. Son died? God wants you to be stronger and/or perhaps teach you to be even more loving towards your other children. Broke up with the love of your life? Maybe he wasn't the love of your life after all. But these are just my (unnecessary) 2 cents worth to support my logic, and I am deviating from my main point.

I'm pretty sure that, with all the things I've been saying so far, though they might just be less than 2 paragraphs thus far, the ones who actually went forward and are reading this right now are majorly perplexed. I find that I tend to trip people up that way. My mind works in a way that no one understands, and that includes my parents, my friends and heck, occasionally myself. Not to sound cocky (and trust me I am not), but I regularly defy conventions, and to defy is to self-isolate. You can have people who supposedly love you and want to know how you are doing, but none of that matters if you already a) know that it is futile ground and b) have doubts they really mean what they say.

And here's another thing that just acts as the icing to all the bittersweet chocolate cake you're seeing here. Apparently, I'm good at hiding my feelings. The real ones. It's not to say that I don't behave genuinely towards anyone. In fact, when these emotions of mine don't spring up, I am honestly happy with all the aforementioned people. I laugh, I cry from laughing, I smile and I feel warm inside.

It's just that when I go into a state that is less than the calm, joke-cracking demeanor that a lot of my loved ones are used to, I still want to give the impression that I am all good, because I don't want to give people the feeling that I am flaky and an emotional wreck. It's also because I can manage it, and because a lot of the time people around me are not feeling so good themselves, I have to be the one who maintains the calmness to keep everything from going haywire. Shouldn't there always be one in a community, regardless of how big or small, who has to try to keep everything in place because that person is more capable of NOT losing his/her cool? I might be that person.

This has nothing to do with arrogance. It does, however, have a lot to do with the fact that I am better able to keep my feelings under wraps, and also because I like being the one that holds everyone together, even if I may be the only one who thinks I am doing this job.

But then there will always be a time when something comes up, and everyone else agrees on the same thing, and I can't because it's not the way I feel. And for some reason, I will feel that with my voicing out, I will once again be alienating myself, and perhaps draw the confusion and hatred of the others. I know there is someplace out there that does not work this way. Some place out there is capable of accepting people no matter what they think, how they look and how they feel. But that place, at least for now, is not where I am at the moment.

As you might've guessed, it's not also just because I find I don't agree with people on a lot of things. I also don't see important parts of myself in others. Maybe they're around, but right now I don't see them, and I haven't met them yet.

Now, when I say I don't see important parts of myself, I mean aspects of my personality like speaking in a way that most people can't - or simply will not - associate themselves with. I don't mean that I speak Mars and others speak a human language, but I'd rather not elaborate more. Another aspect, as laughable and unimportant as it will seem to others, is my love for fashion. I am nowhere near a die hard, but the way I look at the F-word is vastly different from others. People normally see it as a nice way to dress up themselves, and of course it's very good when people know how to take care of their surfaces. For me, I think of it in a way that a lot of people would just dismiss as lunatic or delusional. I think of this as an art, a way to empower yourself and a way to express yourself. In no way am I faulting other people for not sharing my sentiments, but rather I'm disappointed sometimes that there's no one I know who feels the way I do.

Anyway, those 'important parts' of me are simply two out of a few examples. The bottom line is that a) it depresses me when I feel differently about things compared to others and feel like I can't voice out in fear of alienation and b) a lot of the things that are essential about being me are also things that I don't see in other people, thus driving in that feeling of isolation and heightened desire to leave this country.

Yeah, all of this has been a great reason behind why I want nothing more than to get out of the small place where I am now. This is not a case of Penang being too small for my lofty ambitions, but rather more of a case where I need to look for someplace where I can feel less alone in myself, and perhaps escape the conventional lifestyle that might encase me if I don't hurry up and leave. There will be homesickness, and if and when the time comes, I'll probably be really sad to not come home to my dogs - yes, you read right, my canine children - but all of that will not keep me from the fact that I have to get out of this emotional rut that I'm going through. I know some people say we as humans do not deserve happiness, or even the right to ask for it, but for now I am going to ignore that notion and try best as I can to fight for it. Then at least at the end of whatever length my life takes I can say that I've tried.

I probably have more to say beyond this, but I think by this point I've indulged myself enough, and am just going to focus best as I can on navigating the next couple years I have left in my hometown, as well as try to keep myself from spiraling downwards in that equal span of time. Once again, I'm going to stress that the real source of all this is myself, and my inability to fit in with my natural and human surroundings. And since I pride on having a solution to every problem, I know that I already have a plan. I will have to try to channel all of these emotions best as I can somewhere healthy and safe, focus on keeping my CGPA up, and hopefully qualify myself for a scholarship that will take me to the new part of my life, which in turn I hope will change everything. Maybe that IS wishful thinking, but it's a plan I'm willing to go through all stages of.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Beware: Long Post Ahead...Unless You Like Your Oscars Talk That Way

Yesterday was the first time I did live commentary on the Oscars. First time = amateur, and I'm pretty sure I pissed off my friends on Plurk, but yeah, that was the closest I'm going to get to becoming a correspondent for the biggest entertainment event of any year.

True to my fashion-mad personality, most of those Plurks were centered on the looks that stars strode down the red carpet in. I'm not a huge fan of the E! Fashion Police, or any other kind for that matter. Sure I read them, but usually it's because I want to see if my favourites are crowd favourites or if I'm totally alone in liking something.

Personally, I'm over the period of dissing people whose styles aren't immediately accessible to me, because every one has their own reasons (and flair), and as long as they are in something that makes them feel at - and look - their best, there's really no reason why one should pass their own highly personalized judgements on them, all the more so if they're not even fashion icons.

Khloe Kardashion Odom, I'm looking at you. Roar.

Anyway, this leads me to my post todayyy. Here, I'm going to post my favourite looks of the 82nd Annual Academy Awards, and give my two cents worth as to why they're sitting in my 'Looks I Love' folder, ready to be whipped out anytime I'm in need of some visual glam pick-me-up in my life.

Carey Mulligan in Prada. The dress, thanks to its collection of embellishment strewn all over the front - cutlery included- and its asymmetrical hemline, perfectly shows off this Oscar nominee's elegant yet unconventional sense of style. Oh, the hemline is also great for showing off those pretty ballerina-inspired shoes~

Diane Kruger in Chanel couture. Granted, this number was never going to be most people's cup of tea, but then again a)Diane has always been known for doing a superb job of rocking unusual couture pieces and b) it's refreshing to see something else aside from another variation of the Model Oscar Gown. Personally, I love the cream-and-black colour combo, plus the chiffon and tulle used are fabrics right up my alley.

Elizabeth Banks in Versace. The first time I saw Elizabeth in this, my immediate thoughts were: 'She looks gorgeous, but pity the dress has such a drab colour.' However, once the camera zoomed into the entire dress, I was sold. Once again, tulle manages to cast this spell on me no matter who or where it appears on. The gun metal (I sure like that name better than ol' gray) colour was great against her blonde hair and nude makeup as well.

Gabourey Sidibe in Marchesa. Lots of stars wore Marchesa this year, which is fantastic 'cos it's a label that really knows feminine glam. My favourite things about this gown are its sapphire colour, the silver leaf detail and the ruched texture. It all comes together to hug Gabourey's curves perfectly, and accentuates the best points of her figures. All in all, it was a wonderful dress to be seen in for a first-time Oscar attendee and nominee.

Helen Mirren in Badgley Mischka. Now wouldn't it be fantastic to look like Helen when you're her age? This dress, made of satin crepe and tulle(!), was sophisticated and age-appropriate without being snooze-inducing. A real feat, I say. It also makes her silver hair the perfect colour to complement it.

Jennifer Lopez in Armani Prive. Another personality-matching yet event-appropriate number. The cascading ruffles brought out the diva side of her, but the pearly white colour and otherwise modest silhouette made sure that it was fitting for a grand event such as the Oscars.

Kate Winslet in Atelier Yves Saint Laurent. When I first saw her, I thought she looked just beautiful. It might not be as dramatic as the gown she wore in her winning year, but nonetheless I felt it was modern and flattering enough to not fall completely into the boredom zone. Silver was a great colour against her blonde waves, and overall it felt like an update on the Classic Hollywood look.

Kristen Stewart in Monique Lhuillier. This could be the most glamorous we've seen Kristen in, and she definitely works this side of her without deviating from her indie casual punk style. Her pale, but nonetheless glowy complexion emphasized the black colour of the gown to great effect, and the sweetheart neckline added a young twist to ensure she didn't look older than she really is.

Maggie Gyllenhaal in Dries Van Noten. Kudos to Maggie for taking such a bold risk! Maggie, being one of the most unconventional Hollywood beauties there is, was perfect for this floral print dress. The collision of black and blue was like nothing else, and it made sure she got her fair share of sartorial attention on the red carpet. Her fuchsia lips were a highlight as well. In short, she was wonderfully unusual.

Meryl Streep in Chris March (yes, the Chris March of Project Runway). Meryl is yet another woman who has grown well into her age (is that how you say it?), and that topped off with all her achievements, makes her one outstanding figure. Thus, she could have gone with something flashier, but instead opted for this low-cut, draped white gown. It may be modest, but it didn't stop her fab-ness from showing through! ;)

Miley Cyrus in Jenny Packham. Okay, posture issues aside (I sincerely hope she had something going on with her back), the dress on its own was certainly a stunner. The beige colour was soft and went well with the floaty quality of the gown, plus its potentially aging effect was countered by its fun bustier top. I'm not a Miley fan, but this was a good choice for sure.

Rachel McAdams in Elie Saab. I don't think I've ever found Rachel wearing anything that doesn't make her look beautiful, but that's another story. I wished she had let her hair flow over her shoulders to go with the flowy feel of her gown, but I'm assuming the updo was to give some structure to it. Even so, that tiny blemish didn't stop this gown from being fab. I loved how the fabric criss crossed to hug her upper curves and form the sweetheart neckline, as well as how the tighter upper half slowly dissolved into layers of blue dreamy material.

RDJ (seen here with wife Susan Downey). My main gripe about this look was that he had to be in those tinted glasses all night long and keep us fangirls from looking into his eyes, but aside from that I really loved how he set himself apart from a sea of luxury label tailor-made penguin suit-ers, thanks to his glasses, turquoise bow tie and kicks. How can I not love such eccentricity? Plus, his wife had on a complementing blue, glittery dress. Could they have been the best dressed couple of the evening?

Ryan Reynolds. I think my friend and I must have screamed our heads off when we saw him. Well, virtually anyway. Any OMG-s I had were saved in the history of our Skype Chat, as well as immortalised in my Plurks. The point is, Ryan doesn't have to do much to look good. He just has to show up.

Sam Worthington (seen here with girlfriend Natalie Mark). I liked how Sam opted to go with a skinny tie instead of a bow tie, and IMO skinny ties are sleeker and more modern. Oh, Natalie also had a lovely, grayish-blue gown which shone without grossly outshining anyone. They looked good together.

Sandra Bullock (congratulations!) in Marchesa. Well, it's Marchesa, so what am I gonna say? Like Gabourey's dress, it came with flowery details, and the glittering lower half was a good contrast to the feminine upper. Didn't think the bright lip went too well with the platinum shade of this number though, but generally it was one of the most glamorous I had seen Sandra in.

Sigourney Weaver in Lanvin. She may be reaching into her 60s, but it wasn't something that showed with this red outfit. Much like Helen Mirren's outfit, it was fresh and nowhere near boring. I mean, come on, it's impossible to be bored by Grecian-inspired silhouettes. The bow in the middle of the dress was also great for reining in its flowy nature.

SJP in Chanel couture. This was somewhat toned down compared to that belted Dior dress she wore last year, but it's nice to see that the style icon can pull off almost any variety of dress. I love, love, love the detail on the neckline, and the clingy satin of it helped her to stand out from the more dramatic gowns sweeping the carpet. Her slightly tousled updo also went well with her outfit, and I'm guessing the comfort she experienced wearing something like this helped her to carry the whole look off better than ever.

Taylor Lautner. A.k.a the other guy of the night who was responsible for filling up my Skype and Plurk with fangirl-ing. I still sort of prefer seeing him decked out preppy chic style though, or hey - forgo the top altogether, eh? :P

Zoe Saldana in Givenchy Couture. Tulle was utilized in a pretty unusual way, but darn it if that's going to stop me from loving this dress! Purple looks great against Zoe's mocha skin, and knowing my love for things that shiiine, the glittery pinkish-golden top added to the winning quality of this dress. Plus, I loved how the tulle layers came in varying shades of indigo and purple. In short, it was prettiness personified.

Cameron Diaz in Oscar de la Renta. Again, one of my big favourites for the evening. To compare it with her fairly drab - personally speaking - look of last year's makes this an even bigger improvement, and why wouldn't it be? She may not have been nominated, but she is a strong contender for Best Dressed. That voluminous hair! That dress! Those lips! Dare I say this is the best Ms. Diaz has looked in some time?

Anna Kendrick in Elie Saab Couture. Another Grecian-inspired creation that won me over simply because of the inspiration behind it and how that influence was applied. From the soft pink hue of the dress to its modestly flattering (is that an oxymoron?) of Anna's figure, this shows her off as someone with relative industry innocence, but with possibly great things in her future anyway.

Amanda Seyfried in Armani Prive. I have to agree with some when they say that the silvery white colour of the gown washes out her pale complexion and nude makeup, but that doesn't mean it's an utter failure. On the contrary, it shows that Amanda is someone who is starting to take more risks with her fashion choices, and who has the versatility to pull that off (anyone remember that deep plunging blue dress she wore to the premiere of 'Dear John'?). This look of her exudes an air different from her past ones in that it gives off a stylishly icy exterior, all without dampening the ray of sunshine that she is.

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

I'm Just That Good

Today, it dawned on me. I've got this amazing ability to mess up the good things in my life. And if they are bad enough from the start? I let it rot and evolve and ultimately become disastrous.

Like I said. I'm just that good.