Late Post

Sorry for this extremely late post; I've been so caught up with homework from school. It's almost the last month of obedience institution. As you can see, I am not quite the fashion hippie (which my goal is by the end of 2010; a least but not last, hope new resolution.), it's hard in my situation ( living admist cornfields and soybean fields) to go shopping, or "vintage" shopping on eBay. I deserve a spanking.

But it's not like I've been doing homework everyday, to be truthful. I've watched Big Fish (2003), directed by the ingenious and sort of eery man (if you would be in a situation one on one) Tim Burton. Now I have another star-struck crush in my life; Ewan McGregor. Sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh. Along with Johnny Depp, Julian Casablancas, and Elliot Cowan. Here is my teenage girl rant about (in a high and squeaky voice) 'boys boys boys!'. Yesh.

Back to the story! The scenes from Big Fish are somewhat a mixture of a slight fantasy and reality. It's not all fairies and rainbows, but it itches the slight magical life we might've dreamt in the real world. From the town of Spectre to circuses, Tim Burton manages to create a heartfelt story along with many grotesque ones.

Ewan McGregor with Alison Lohman. Imagine a very devoted (not to mention very adorable) person getting the beating of his life time to be with you. Although that sounds cheesy, it triggers a hopeless romance in my brain. More heavy sighs.

Just more screencaps from the movie. Hundreds of daffodils and Ewan McGregor as Edward Bloom/Mrs. Burton as the weird albino eyed witch/The ending of the story which brought tears to my puny eyeballs/The town of Spectre, somewhat strange, and one of the townsmen looks like the clown from It

Now about school.

I'm entering this art show for fun, and my vision is a mouth eating a mechanical TV, where eyes pierce through it. It's very metaphorical, and it would help if I would draw it. But I'm to lazy to draw, so you'll just have to wait till I'm finished with the painting by this week. Argh; I have to finish the painting, memorize 20 lines of Romeo and Juliet, and study for a Science test on Wednesday, along with an academic Superbowl contest tommorow. Hyuck hyuck, yes, I am those unfortunate nerds who care about their academics. Did I mention I'm in the tennis team? Hyuck hyuck. Ain't life wonderful.

I absolutely hate it when teachers assign horrible memorization homework. I understand it would benefit me as I grow up into an adult in college, but I can't handle stage stress/fright. I can memorize things well, but when I stand right infront of the class room. BAM! "Uhh uhh, I can't really seem to remember the rest!" Phhpt. Sorry. I'm adding too much stressful onomatopoeias.

Apart from that, I'd like to show off some of my January water colours.

Yes, I was quite inspired by Oleg Oprisco, who creates divine photographs that need to be worshiped. Google him, try to understand the words on his site, click some gibberish and you'll see wonders. Also, I was inspired by Gustav Klimt who is already worshipped for decades.

Another random artwork. I despised the model's mouth. She looks like someone replaced her teeth with Tic Tacs. Yum. Although grotesque. Yes, she has lazorbeam eyeballs like Superman, although not as fiery.

So, here comes the end of my post. Listen to the Requiem for inspiration of some freaky horror story (I just finished one), or Sweet Disposition by the Temper Trap. Or if you prefer some Bob Marley, which I will listen to right at this moment for some Jamaican feel, you do that. I'm ranting. I have to stop.

Marc Jacobs Spring 2007

I flipped around daily do's and don'ts, and regularly, without fail, checked youtube.com.

I honestly hate this addictive website; I can't help but to stay on the computer, perceiving visions of youtube to my eyeballs. This modern technological sight definitely shames me. I mean, come on, I waste more than four hours, browsing on the site. I felt like Howie from the Benchwarmers, paranoid of the natural world, confined in my primitive, computer obsessed state. But I'm not here to complain. Youtube has provided to inspire me with efficiency. Especially when you can't move around; my feet is abnormally behaving strangely.

Before I started my Ugly Betty marathon, I happen to stop by at this video with over 16 million views; Five Little Monkeys. Ring a bell? The guy who sings this sounds like a man who's nose is plugged up with Tic Tacs.

AFTER watching this ever-so motivating video, my eyes glazed over when I started watching Ugly Betty. AHH!! The couples Matt and Betty are THE couple along with many others; Tarzan and Jane, Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth, Anne and Gilbert. Sorry for the obsession of a telenovela. I just happened to be enthusiastic. When I watch TV shows, I can get quite caught up with them. Especially when I've watched the show from when it was a wee baby with life until its death. Unfortunately, Ugly Betty TV show is near its death. Hear the death tolls ringing in the distance? Just pray they continue the show.

Providing me other bits of info on youtube, I discovered a documented Marc Jacobs, when he had his longer hairdo, transparent mustard glasses, and forever wearing Reeses Pieces shirt. I saw this video, where it shows strenuous, grueling, and chaotic work of a designer. And I literally thought it was Camp Fun and Games only with egotistic people. Don't blame me, I have a picturesque view of the fashion industry from being influenced by *ahem ahem*, Ugly Betty.

It really opened my eyes. There's always people who do the smallest jobs to the biggest. Someone has to take care of the shoes, buttons, accessories, design, models, buildings, runway, the clothing that the entourage would wear.

Here's the video. Does it inspire you? Maybe, maybe not.

Right now, I'm wishing for a movement. Something like the 60s, New Wave, Grunge. And I wish that my desk at school would suddenly vanish into air, and ivy plants would start to grow on the chalk board, and grass would start to grow through the vomit carpet. I dream too much sometimes.