I'll laugh at you laughing at me.

She's the girl that every boy wants to date,
She's the chic that every girl wants to be,
Including me, I know you see
That I'm just unsure and insecure
I'm so afraid, I disbelieve myself
I'm self-absorbed but I can't be strong,

I can't even be the hero in my own song.

'Never Let Me Go' - The Trailer

This has sooo much effect on me. I don't know why but I've visited it's IMDb page before but I don't remember it at all. And it's soooooooooo, I don't know, so like those dystopian things I've been reading. So deliciously compelling. Must watch! Plus, Andrew Garfield and Keira Knightley?  UH-HUH! And I'm curious to see Carey Mulligan's acting. :)


UPDATE: Well, hey hey. It is a dystopian film after all. Did a little bit of researching. I think I may have brushed up on it back when I was on my dystopian-crazed phase and downloaded so many dystopian young adult fiction. HAHA. So much that I don't remember things. Anyway, these dystopian things are really creepy but so engrossing too. They're sooo weird :)

Hey, Charlie Rowe stars as the young Tommy! I'll tell you about Charlie on another post.

Toodles.

She Moves In Her Own Way- The Kooks

Go summer songs! This one makes me feel so gooooood! :P

AAAND I love the way it's English through and through.

The Kooks. Soooo awesome.

The Ginger just replied to me on Twitter.

If you wanna know who "The Ginger" is, you better read my nonsensical post titled 'Are you saying it's possible to have red hair and NOT be a Weasley?'

Anyway, I posted his quote about Obama being hipster and he gone and done replied to me.

I love my jokesters.

WOW.

Y'all y'alll y'alalalalal. Listen to this. I discovered this just now.

Geeezzz. Do you know, I love Robert Schwartzman. And I know about his relations with the brothers. But I didn't know THIS. THIS. After years and years. SIGH. Wave it off Nikka. Deep breaths, walk away. It's Robbie, he's hot, he sings awesome, everybody loves him and you're happy for him.

I think it's high time I posted a Bulldozer song.

I present to you The Ocean Grove band.

My friends John Taylor, Greg Garbowsky, Jack Lawless and Ryan Liestman.

Don't remember them?

Watch this.

Can you believe they didn't know that it was JT.

YEAAAH. They're JB's band boooyaaaaaah. And they formed their own shindig. They called it Ocean Grove. It was Bulldozer before. Way way before. You might know or remember that I was besotted with Garbo. I still am.

Here's a song

Are you telling me its possible to have red hair and NOT be a Weasley?

Heyyyyyooooooo. HAHAHA.

Just being random. There's this band on Twitter who followed me quite some time ago. And I just have this crush on one of the band members. His name is Andrew from the band Rocky Loves Emily and I initially like him based solely on his being a ginger. I found it highly amusing because it is definitely what DEFINES him. He's like Andrew the ginger man or just plain Ginger. They do trends like #gingerproblems and #gingerwisdom and probably lots of other phrases with the word "ginger" on them and they make Be Calm posters saying "Be Calm and Ginger On" but then these are common ginger activities. But he is how I found out and it's so amusing and adorable. I can't resist stuffs like that and I definitely cannot resist a good mass of red hair. You probably don't know that about me so I'm coming clean now. I have this obsession with red hair, green eyes and freckles. Yes, freckles. I adore them. Most especially on a pretty girl's face, specifically along the nose.

Hey, Andrew is cute as heck too. He's got amazing eyes and I smile whenever I see his face. But half of the reason is amusement. HAHA.

Andrew. Andrew. Andrew.

I was on his Tumblr account earlier and some posts just really made me smile. So now I have a list of Andrew lines:
-I've got 99 #gingerproblems and a soul ain't one of them.
-Retweet if there is a special Red Head in your life.
-We’re all bad people, because nobody is good on their own.
-I don’t [have a girlfriend]. I have a wife, does that count? lol
-Obama has a tumblr? What a hipster! (Ohmygeez I definitely backflipped on this one. Andrew is a hipster himself)
-imposters. (when asked what he thought of people who dye their hair red)
-#gingerawareness!
-They are inferior to my breed! ;) (when asked what he thought of blondes)
I like another one from the band though. Their front man Brandon. Yeah, he's cool and slightly weird (even for me) and he is ABSURDLY TALL.

Check them out! The band, I mean. They're pretty cool. I would probably put them on my playlist IF I were in my rock/punk phase. But alas, I don't find myself in that mood just now.

The Cumberbatch is Ginger.

Take it from Hyacinth. Where the heck is Gareth when she needs muzzling?!

Oh, I forget. They're not yet married here. Heaven help us from unmarried female Bridgertons. Oh, Hyacinth is the only one remaining.

“Eloise,” Penelope said, somewhat breathless from trying to shake off Hyacinth.

“Penelope.” But Eloise’s voice sounded curious. Which did not surprise Penelope; Eloise was no fool, and she was well aware that her brother’s normal modes of behavior did not include beatific smiles in her direction.

“Eloise,” Hyacinth said, for no reason Penelope could deduce.

“Hyacinth.”

Penelope turned to her husband. “Colin.”

He looked amused. “Penelope. Hyacinth.”

Hyacinth grinned. “Colin.” And then: “Sir Phillip.”

“Ladies.” Sir Phillip, it seemed, favored brevity.

“Stop!” Eloise burst out. “What is going on?”

“A recitation of our Christian names, apparently,” Hyacinth said.

The Bridgerton's amuse me to no end.

Colin and Penelope (but esp. Colin) making me laugh my head off.

“Penelope’s here?” Anthony barked. “Why?”
“She’s my wife,” Colin returned.
“She’s never attended before.”
“She wanted to see me win,” Colin shot back, rewarding his brother with a sickly stretch of a smile.
Anthony resisted the urge to throttle him.Barely. 

“And how do you know you’re going to win?”
Colin waved the black mallet before him. “I already have.”
“Good day, all,” Penelope said, ambling down to the gathering. 

“No cheering,” Anthony warned her.

Penelope blinked in confusion. “I beg your pardon?”
“And under no circumstances,” he continued, because really, someone had to make sure the game retained some integrity, “may you come within ten paces of your husband.”
Penelope looked at Colin, bobbed her head nine times as she estimated the steps between them, and took a step back.

I say, nothing beats a good (not to mention annual) Bridgerton Pall Mall game at Aubrey Hall.