tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252175082008-07-01T02:40:07.844+08:00Elle E.noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-69543103977466843792008-05-20T16:48:00.002+08:002008-05-20T16:55:44.714+08:00

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-91731417805311569882008-04-01T15:14:00.004+08:002008-04-01T15:59:33.248+08:00

Title: Atonement Director: Joe Wright Rating: 3.5/5 Briony when she's 13... Her earnestness and her desire for the housekeeper's son, Robbie, take her in the most horribly wrong direction. Saoirse Ronan's face! My god! Those icy cold eyes, that neat, short blonde hair and her frequent appearences in white frocks combine to create a striking character. I really like James McAvoy here. He's

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-85635623152982482992008-03-21T00:15:00.004+08:002008-03-21T00:52:56.329+08:00

I'm afraid I've succumbed to the stern brow of Mr Thornton. I went to buy the DVD of North & South, finding it cheaper than I'd have thought and discovering thereafter many missing scenes. Ah me! No matter. The only scenes that matter are those with Thornton. How could Mr Lennox have stood a chance against that guy? Goes to show guys have the fattest egos. And responding to a comment by

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-35165626803557129942008-02-22T12:49:00.002+08:002008-02-22T12:54:50.547+08:00

i'm feeling high. I'm on medication for the past 3 days and I haven't gone to work. My tonsils are working against me again. One more reason why I shouldn't be a teacher. I wanted to write some meaningful review of North and South, the BBC drama. That the quality of the production was very high and that the casting was almost perfect. And something or other about the hotman, RIchard Armitage, an

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-49696041356768378792008-01-08T14:02:00.000+08:002008-01-08T15:09:30.178+08:00

The Boleyn Inheritance is Philippa Gregory's latest in the "Tudor Court Novels" and it's the book I'm currently reading. I've got to say that Henry Tudor is really starting to annoy me. He sucks young women's blood. I'm trying to avoid glancing at that portait of him - he stands there smugly on the spine of Antonia Fraser's The Six Wives of Henry VIII directly in my gaze. I want to take

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Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-12474680046303205412007-11-29T20:31:00.000+08:002007-11-29T20:44:50.119+08:00

Let me BLOG. Genie sent me a Christmas card and I got a bit exasperated. I thought we stopped that strange meaningless tradition between ourselves of sending cards for a religious holiday we have no part in... Genie dear, if you're reading this, don't send me Christmas cards anymore. I don't care about Christmas - you know that. Now I have to go shopping for cards. Pfft. Did anyone catch the

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-78481775127283229812007-11-27T12:19:00.000+08:002007-11-27T13:05:28.062+08:00

Title: Vile Bodies Author: Evelyn Waugh Genre: Fiction, 20th century classics Publication: Penguin Books Ltd; New edition (3 Feb 2000) Paperback: 256 pages ISBN: 0141182873 Endcap: 2.5/5 The good things first. The cover is absolutely stunning. It's an original illustration from Vanity Fair, 1928. The novel starts out funny, quaint jazz age, English upper crust funny. Every English

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-21820810839762733472007-11-15T22:30:00.000+08:002007-11-15T22:41:03.831+08:00

He sends me emails and demands that I give him his Children's Day present. What can one do in such a situation? Raise an eyebrow and get the criminal cheap candy... Things are looking up. I feel rather more positive after almost 7 months of disgusted work related issues. I think I can safely state that I will only be doing my own goddamned work and not everyone else's. A person left and it's

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-20863523287974636802007-10-30T19:12:00.000+08:002007-10-30T19:19:19.654+08:00

I have fashioned my sobriquet without realising that it's the same name they have for a fashion label and a stupid fashion magazine. Are the two even connected? Don't be quick to judge me. I'll make the job easier for you and do so myself. I have no idea if the 2 are intertwined or one of the same thing. They have the same font style on their logos. Hmm. A mighty puzzle. I fashioned my name out

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-24433075763081393522007-10-30T15:57:00.000+08:002007-10-30T16:14:03.086+08:00

New layout that features an old design. I'm not in a hurry to tweak everything now. I'll sit back and admire my darling Rochestor. I love that guy. And Johnny Depp was a sucky Rochestor, don't you think? DeVotchKa is now my favourite band.

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-73445276840971290932007-10-02T16:33:00.000+08:002007-10-02T16:39:17.408+08:00

This long unacknowledged fetish I have for ring notebooks and pens is coming to the surface more readily as I get older. My sister counted the number of pens I have. 40. Wow. I used to steal her pens when I was in primary school cos I didn't have enough pocket money to get them. I'd keep quiet and deny all knowledge of the missing pen until she forcibly looked into my pencil case. The shame never

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-22981117455448793652007-09-18T13:43:00.001+08:002007-09-18T13:45:18.327+08:00

I got my copy from the library. Everyone remarked how I was only reading it 'now' and glared. Like I give a fuck. I cried over Snape. He broke my heart.

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-53479516214661545072007-09-04T17:15:00.000+08:002007-09-04T17:24:37.779+08:00

I'm spending too much time in front of the comp, listening to mainstream pop artistes like Mika and watching too many sappy fanvids of Paul McGann. I think I'm going temporarily crazy over him. It's been such a long time since I last watched Hornblawer- the first instance of my McGann madness. If any man could look so utterly beautiful *cough* See? I was going to write a frickin essay... But

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-30991592173149266252007-09-03T20:24:00.000+08:002007-12-24T14:07:03.033+08:00

I need to watch Withnail and I or die trying. Still on goody, goody McGann, here's something for the Lt. Bush fans.

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-91031289413060635382007-09-03T18:16:00.000+08:002007-09-03T18:38:24.181+08:00

Title: The Hours Authors: Michael Cunningham Genre: Fiction, General Fiction, Prize-winning Publication: Fourth Estate; New Ed edition (3 Feb 2003) Paperback: 240 pages ISBN: 184115783X Endcap: 3/5 Details at Amazon.co.uk I did want to give it a four, but I thought, 'Chunks of good paragraphs doesn't make a good book. Why must it all be gays and lesbians? Why no straight main

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-61542377859843503282007-08-27T17:26:00.000+08:002007-12-24T14:08:20.718+08:00

A belated post of the fireworks display I went to catch one Saturday.

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-89674369549465285912007-08-20T14:24:00.000+08:002007-08-20T14:31:02.926+08:00

It's my Chopin mood. Sometimes, I'm in my Stravinsky mood and feel like myself, slightly batty, dramatic and trying to be mysterious. Stravinsky runs wild in my head, even when I sleep, when I'm like that. I wake up humming Stravinsky. But in my current circumstances of being a hideous capitalist victim, I listen to too much of Chopin's Nocturnes - and, rightly, feel like a character from

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-32849889882997050282007-07-10T14:29:00.000+08:002007-07-10T14:54:05.990+08:00

I look down on people who read Jodi Picoult. They are, to me, the sort of individuals who get up one day and think to themselves, 'Oh my, I have not read a book this entire year. How can that be?' They are rather an unexcitable lot who deign to use the exclamation mark in their lives. I imagine them to be lumpy, possess straight hair and have a certain love life with their jobs. It goes without

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-993515100429846582007-07-02T17:55:00.000+08:002007-07-02T18:24:28.382+08:00

"Within every book there lies concealed a book of nothing. Don's you sense it when you read a page brimming with words? The vast gulf of emptiness beneath the frail net of letters. The ghostliness of the letters themselves. Giving a resemblance of life to things and people who are really nothing. Nothing at all. No, it was the reading that mattered, I eventually understood, not whether the pages

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-16647121630854282712007-06-25T18:26:00.000+08:002007-06-25T18:37:40.532+08:00

It's a win-win thing. When one has nothing to blog of, one posts pictures of one's pets. *evil laugh* Caption: I will kill you if you come any closer. Note: Wildly inaccurate. She is too friendly and baby-like for a terrier. The shame! Caption: Pity me, stranger. I have Escapeth from a bad hair cut. And I find myself floundering. Ah me! Caption: She smells plastic flowers for a

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-29624538263597156282007-05-17T21:07:00.000+08:002007-05-17T21:14:17.015+08:00

I'm listening to Aha!'s Take On me and I must say I'm not ashamed to admit that I like it quite a bit. Ten years ago, I would have poo-poohed on the idea of giving '80s bands a chance. But I notice that I like them. I'm no die hard fan and I don't know that many of the bands. However, my absolute favourite musician along with Bjork is Kate Bush, a fascinating woman of the age of big hair and

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-75891847594267624972007-04-27T21:02:00.000+08:002007-04-27T21:10:59.564+08:00

I'm not sure I like what I'm doing with my life. I wish I could marry a filthy rich man and never go to work for the rest of my life. I wish I didn't have to be financially independent. 'Cos that's what this feels like to me. Working to earn a living is nothing about being independent in the truest sense of the word... Yeah, I'm going off on a tangent. I'm not a hermit.

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-45583216635078963122007-04-09T11:05:00.000+08:002007-05-17T20:44:31.557+08:00

Elle E.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-32562201438465840612007-03-21T17:58:00.000+08:002007-03-21T18:12:48.257+08:00

Sister and I have taken to damning every other person in Korean. As Sister succinctly puts it, it is quite the extension of satisfaction which entails swearing. Somehow, snorting and giving out a long-winded "God damn you" doesn't work for me. I do believe it's a dated form of daming a person anyhow, so I'm just being lousy with examples. Cos there seems to be no other reason to swear in Korean

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