RVP: It was not my day, it was our day.

Chelsea 1 - 2 Arsenal









What was it about giving us our sixth loss of the season? C:

I had a good feeling about this match before kick off which diminished after Djourou's own goal. Robin's goal (which I maintain was not offside -- Asshole's, umm I mean A.Cole's, fat leg touched the ball!) brought it right back though. His second was just fantastic. I didn't expect it to go in (how many other times have we watched Robin try to slide the ball in at the far post like that and it goes wide?) so when it did I screamed for joy.

The last 14 minutes were very nerve-wrecking, although Bernice was quite confident that we'd be okay, and thankfully, she was right!

There were some negatives (Denilson still isn't quite the player we need), and positives (I still feel all warm and glowy inside whenever the camera pans to a close up of Cesc AND HIS ARMBAND) but whatever it is... WE BEAT CHELSEA!

FUCK YEAH BITCHES.

Things I'm obsessed with right now (part 1 out of 30829082340)

(I will never get my hair to look like this)

Giorgio Armani for Bruce Wayne is probably better than Tom Ford for 007

This week's issue of Urban is running a piece about Tom Ford designing suits for Bond in Quantum of Solace. I haven't (and am not planning to) watch the movie, so I can't comment on Tom Ford's suits but this brings back memories of Giorgio Armani for Bruce Wayne.



Isn't it the most perfect marriage? Wonderful suits on an incredibly beautiful man (in a Lamborghini!). Even after 6 months, it is still all of my fantasies rolled into one happy package.













I think that Armani for Batman is better than Tom Ford for Bond for one very simple reason: Christian Bale is hotter than Daniel Craig. You could put an extremely ugly man in an extremely well made suit and it certainly will make him more attractive, but Bale in an ugly suit trumps Craig in the most gorgeous suit ever made in the history of mankind any day.

Talking about suits, I can't wait to see a '30s Bale in Public Enemies.

I found this picture after lurking on a Bale community on Livejournal.

Which also yielded up other pictures of other gorgeous men.












(Okay most of them are not hot but I found this on LJ too.)

CAPTAIN CESC (YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I AM STILL HAPPY ABOUT IT)!!!

But the absence of Gallas' arm around Robin angers me. Gallas was the one who was pointing fingers but instead of Robin not putting his arm about Gallas, it's the other way around. What kind of a former captain is this? (To be fair though, there is a distinct lack of huddling in this picture. Which makes me sad.)

Oh, and even though we lost to Man City, I liked the boys huddling around Robin when he got injured. I don't know if they really care about Robin or it's a subtle fuck you to Gallas, but it's fucking awesome either way.

And to continue with the Gallas theme: http://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/view/59575/We-re-all-great-at-the-toss-/ In his new autobiography, he says: “We pass so little time with our wives. Twenty days is not always easy for hot-blooded young men. Certain players say it’s better not to make love the evening before a match as they will not have the legs or strength left to play. Others believe the opposite – they feel lighter. In a nutshell, it depends on the person. When the desire is rising, it’s not easy. Deprived of your wife, you have two choices: either you calm your impulses under a cold shower or you give yourself pleasure on your own. Full stop.”

I don't even know whether to laugh or not. Arseblog is right, Arsenal players should be forced to sign a contract forbidding them from penning autobiographies when they are still playing football for Arsenal.

I should stop lurking ONTD

Because it results in very random picture posts that probably make no sense.


WHERE CAN I GET THIS SHIRT? I LOVE HOUSE.

I have a new ambition: to start up my own medical practice.

I just came back from Gleneagles, and in the doctor's parking space there were 2 Ferraris, an Aston Martin, 2 Porsches and countless Mercedes-Benzes. And since people don't stop getting sick during a financial crisis, I'll be more crisis-proof than almost everyone else.

Since my grandfather's room has a TV, I turned it on (it was Channel News Asia) AND I SEE LITTLE PEOPLE IN RED SHIRTS RUNNING ABOUT WITH A BALL. Followed by Arsene's press conference. I didn't actually hear anything though, because I didn't want to disturb the other people in the room by turning the volume up. Therefore, I realised that the long traning pants thing makes everyone's legs look extremely weird.


(The news of Cesc being captain is EVERYWHERE. It was on Class 95 FM, Channel News Asia, the New Paper, arsenal.com blahblahblah)



And I thought trackpants were horrible.

I am so happy and gay today!

In the morning I had breakfast at Macs, then Serene and Yi Ling proceeded to my house to do our Chem project. (After a million years.) At 11.45P.M. we all left my house, and I went to someone else's house.

We watched The Dark Knight and squealed over the hotness that is Christian Bale. Then we watched random videos -- comedians, Christian Bale, Robin van Persie (ahem), Jean-Baptiste, etc., which made me fall in love with Bale again. Then we read a book about faces, played with one of the most beautiful coats ever and made fun of desperate losers with no fashion sense.

I love them and their awesome-ness. ♥

ETA: from http://www.filmjunk.com/2008/08/28/the-dark-knight-bombs-in-japan/: "Japanese movie fans expect such films to be fun and action packed, for the hero to be attractive, for the villain to be loud and outrageous, and for the movie itself to be easy to understand and light." WHUT. Christian Bale is one of the most ridiculously attractive men in the entire world! Japanese people have weird taste. Then again, Japanese fangirls idolise guys who look like girls. I rest my case.

To make my day even more perfect, after that, I come home and find out that CESC HAS BEEN MADE CAPTAIN. FUCK YEAH.

I saw these and went, "WOW"

This is literally the only photo that I have seen of Robert Pattinson that helps me understand why people go mad over him. (Even if he does look a bit like Ed Westwick here.) Why did he have to grow his hair out for Twilight?






























I WANNA WATCH MILK AND PINEAPPLE EXPRESS. And not only because James Franco is absolutely gorgeous. Although I have a bad feeling that both of these movies won't ever come out in Singapore. D:






I like Brandon Flowers as long as I don't have to hear him sing and he's without eyeliner or a beard.



This picture makes me want to watch The Princess Diaries 2 again.






(from The Satorialist) I am in love with these shoes in this colour. ♥




And just for our daily amusement:

Tanner Cohen with a mohawk!

Were The World Mine

Sypnosis (stolen from Wikipedia):

If you had a love-potion, who would you make fall madly in love with you? Timothy, prone to escaping his dismal high school reality through dazzling musical daydreams, gets to answer that question in a very real way. After his eccentric teacher casts him as Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream, he stumbles upon a recipe hidden within the script to create the play’s magical, purple love-pansy.

Armed with the pansy, Timothy’s fading spirit soars as he puckishly imposes a new reality by turning much of his narrow-minded town gay, beginning with the rugby-jock of his dreams. Ensnaring family, friends and enemies in this heart-wrenching chaos, Timothy forces them to walk a mile in his musical shoes. The course of true love never did run smooth, but by the end of this moving musical comedy of errors based on director Tom Gustafson’s prolific award-winning short film, Fairies, the bumpy ride comes to a heartfelt conclusion. With vibrant imagery, a first-rate ensemble cast and innovative music rivaling the best of pop/rock and contemporary Broadway, Were the World Mine attempts to push the limits of modern gay cinema and musical film.



Trailer:





Note to self: Watch this movie when it appears online.

The adventures of The Squish Club

Yesterday was very fun!

We ate hotcakes at Macs, and they got Happy Meals again. Just this time, the toys were from Madagascar and not Ben 10. After that we went to my house, played with Nike, watched trailers for Were The World Mine, perv-ed at random male model backstage videos and cooed over Kevin's beautiful voice after comparing it to Abbey Clancy's horrible accent.

We rushed down to AMK Hub for HSM 3 after realising that the movie was due to start in 50 minutes. The movie started off on a good note -- Zac Efron's sweat soaked hair and suspiciously curly eyelashes close up. Obviously, we made fun of Zac Efron and his gayness throughout the movie. We also came up with the genius theory that Hudgens is with Efron only for the publicity, and that the naked photos were to prove that Hudgens is really a girl and to try to convince people that Efron is straight, or at least bisexual.

After the movie, we took the MRT to Bugis. In a stroke of extreme good luck, we managed to all get seats all the way from AMK to City Hall. Since there was little else to do, we cooed over pictures of Kevin and other pretty things on my phone. We also tried to take pictures, but it resulted in a very weird photo with only me looking normal.

We ate at Shokudo, where we ordered pasta, rosti and pizza. My salmon pasta wasn't that good but the rosti was pretty awesome. We ended up getting two portions of it. C: Then I went to get my Batman shirt. I'm glad I didn't get it last Friday, because the only one that caught my eye then was this $60 shirt.

After that we went around shopping. We fell in love with various things, but for the most part we ended up getting what we wanted. C: I saw my dinosaur Chucks again, but I decided to be frugal with the economic crisis in mind. And of course, Christmas is coming and I need moolah for presents!

The shop that was the most fun was Topshop were two of us GOT BATMAN UNDERWEAR. How awesome is that? But it was only the Batman logo and not Christian Bale though, which made us a little bit sad. (Although not enough to stop us from buying it!) We also saw tons of prom considerations, but decided that only low-class trannies with no fashion sense would wear them.

Then we left for Zara, where I made everyone fall in love with coats. So warm, so beautiful and so universally flattering! There was this one white coat which made all of us look so sophisticated and pretty! (Which was also $200 D: WHY ARE WE POOR STUDENTS?!?!?!?!) There was this even prettier coat which was SO gorgeous and so perfect but it was also $260. D:

So, because we were all unhappy about being poor, we decided to set up a fashion store named Squish. Where I would be in charge of choosing the models for our adverts. C: C: I actually wouldn't mind doing that for a living, but I have to be practical.

Then we went for the concert, and had "dinner" at TCC that consisted of cake. C: "I'M TAKING DRUGS. HEROIN, ESTACY, ICE." ILY babe!

All in all, a very fun day. C:

(I have to wake up to RL and start facing school shit soon though. Joy.)

Adam Brody: Why have I not noticed this man before?

Debbie, I can already hear you saying, "HIS NOSE IS WEIRD D:"

What show was he in? The O.C.? (rushes off to watch)