I first heard this song during the scene in My Best Friend's Wedding when Julianne (Julia Roberts) tries to squeeze through the crowd to get to Michael (Dermot Mulroney) and Kimberly (Cameron Diaz) after the latter two's wedding ceremony is over, just trying to get a glimpse of Michael especially. There was something about the scene, and the song accompanying it - Jackie DeShannon's What The World Needs Now (Is Love) - that made me cry there and then. That's the power of a good soundtrack, I guess.

Anyway, till this day My Best Friend's Wedding remains one of my favourite romantic dramedies ever, and the same goes for said song. The version which I will be posting the lyrics to today though is Stacey Kent's. She is arguably one of the biggest names in the audiophile/jazz music industry, and once you hear her voice - if you've never heard of her before - it won't be hard to see why. There's no one else out there who sings like her, regardless of genre.



And she puts a really special touch to What The World Needs Now as well.

Lyrics:

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of
What the world needs now is love, sweet love
No not just for some but for everyone.

Lord, we don't need another mountain
There are mountains and hillsides enough to climb

There are oceans and rivers enough to cross
Enough to last till the end of time.
What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
No, not just for some but for everyone.

Lord, we don't need another meadow
There are cornfields and wheat fields enough to grow
There are sunbeams and moonbeams enough to shine
Oh listen, lord, if you want to know.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
It's the only thing that there's just too little of.

What the world needs now is love, sweet love
No, not just for some, oh, but just for everyone.

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I've been wanting to watch (500) Days of Summer since I found out about its existence months ago. It's the kind of thing that just begs to be seen, at least for me. It's got Zooey Deschanel, Joseph Gordon Levitt, the most adorable and creative movie poster I've seen in ages, a fresh storyline, and an indie soundtrack that doesn't just complement the movie, but sounds like its audio soulmate (that sounds like a cool idea for a band name). It's pretty much indie heaven.

Then, a while ago I found out local cinemas were going to be showing it. That, along with all the other crazy film releases in October, got me absolutely pumped for the 10th month. And then I found out it's only going to be shown in KL. I live in Penang. It's simple math.

Grr.

So now I'll just have to wait for the DVD. It really is too bad, and I can't put a finger on as to why the movie wasn't released nationwide. Was it 'cos it's an indie movie and therefore can't be relied upon to bring in the bucks? Pfft. As if we don't already have a ridiculously limited number of movies shown here, now they're cutting all 13 other states from viewing what might be one of the best films this year. I feel like I'm exaggerating, especially since I haven't even seen (500) yet, but I trust local and overseas reviews - as well as Zooey - so I'm giving it the extreme benefit of the doubt.

Right. Babbling aside, while I'm waiting to get my hands on the DVD, I've got a neat little video to placate me. I might be a little late in discovering it, but to wring a worn out cliche to death, better late than never! Here it is:





It's another slice of indie love. One Youtube user said you can't watch it without smiling, and another commented that it's cheesy in the best way possible, and I agree wholeheartedly with both. It's awrsum. I've heard this song by She & Him before, though I never really felt drawn to it, don't know why. This video however, has given me a whole new perspective and now I love, love, love it.

Sad though, how he pretty much just leaves her after all that courting a.k.a. The Wonderful Dance Routine.

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Just Jared may be first and foremost an entertainment gossip site, but man could it just as easily function as a celeb fashion hotspot! Ever since I started frequenting it, it's made up at least 50% of the folder, Looks I Love on my computer which stores...well, it's self explanatory isn't it?

Anyway, that's not the main point here. This morning I did my usual rounds there (I realize I sound like a cop on patrol), updating myself on unnecessary-but-strangely-still-mandatory showbiz goss and what she or he wore last night, and this one look stood out:



Blake Lively in Marchesa at the premiere of Where The Wild Things Are (can't wait for that one; the trailer got me all pumped for it, too bad it's only reaching local shores in Dec)

Truth is, I don't usually take a strong liking to what Blake Lively wears outside the Gossip Girl set. I usually either find it too snooze-worthy, or even too age inappropriate (though that Michael Kors hot pink dress she wore was a good step out of the red carpet ordinary).

Which makes this choice of outfit even more outstanding for Blake. It's nice to see her take a risk every once in a while, and it's really paying off. The upper section, dominated by a string of B & W flowers set upon a see-through bustier top contrasts perfectly with the feathery lower section (is it related to the adorable fluffy texture of the Wild Things monsters' bodies, by any chance?).

It's a case of tough-cum-feminine. Oh yeah, it's also a Marchesa creation, which says a lot already. I dare say they hardly put a wrong foot forward, and it's indeed wonderful to see their dresses breathing life back into the red carpet.

Love her shoes too. No shoes, it seems, ought to be caught without at least a 4 inch heel these days, and painful as this trend may be, it sure is fierce. Its nude hue complements the dress very well without taking anything away from it, which is just the way it should be when you have something as striking as that on.

Finally, the hair! Though I love Blake in her usual soft waves, this style, which I presume to be Old Hollywood inspired, is amazing. Brunettes and redheads would look good with such waves too, but there's something about the sheen that only blond hair has that makes it look ultra better.

All in all, keep it up Blake!

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Having both deliberately and unintentionally ignored this blog for a record breaking span of time, I've decided to take things here in a new direction.

In other words, instead of blogging about this or that (as in random topics, from what my dog swallowed last night to the latest favourite on my playlist), I'm going to have a more specific theme from now on. I did this because there's still a part of me that wants to maintain a blog, so I thought: why not do it in a way that's refreshing and motivating?

Hence, At the Art ofIt.

*I really, really like the name* *Glows with pride*

Recently (or rather, for the past couple months or so), I've been accumulating pictures of celebs in outfits I love, fab magazine covers....basically just images I find and fall in love with, though they're mostly to do with fashion <3

That's not going to be the sole theme of At the Art of It (AAI for short), though. Aside from looks I love, I'm going to blog about random songs I love, or movies I've watched recently. Basically, the concept is Art, and branches of it that excite me.

Change. We all needz it sometimes.



Yes, that was Cheezburger talk.

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I'm blaming Twitter, Plurk and yes, even Facebook for my blog inactivity. Truth is, nothing that's happened in my life thus far is really worthy of something that exceeds 140 characters, and those little mildly interesting and amusing things in my life are better off suited for said microblogging sites. Oh well. That's tech. Always getting ahead of itself. Always outdoing itself.

Here's a random fact: everytime I'm listening to a good song from my iTunes playlist, my mind instantly goes to - blogging. It's weird (and so what else is new about me?), how a simple song can change my state of mind. For instance, when I was listening to an old guilty fave, M2M's Pretty Boy, I thought about blogging its lyrics, and its significance in and relation to my life. Is that what you might call philosophical? I'm always thinking, and my mind never shuts up. No wonder eyebags are popping up. I can't help my mind racing everytime I go to bed. The dreams just keep on coming, and it would be nice if I could remember them, but the sucky thing is that I hardly do. I would give 'most anything to have lasting images and memories of them all.

I'm really enjoying Plurk now that a few of my friends are on it. It's nice reading their reactions to certain things that we might have been through together on a certain day. It's a nice feeling I get replying to their reactions. It's nice reading their replies to my reactions. The last 3 sentences were an attempt at rhetoric.

I don't know if I'm a closet drama queen. I can't be sure. I think I'm going to be a little disappointed if someone confirms that fact for me. There has to be a reason why, when I listen to certain songs - which mostly happen to be melancholic and romantic - I feel kinda low in a great kind of way. Haha. Obviously that sentence is never going to make any sense to anyone else but me. But if it does, feel free to sign up as my soulmate, hah.

Oh my gosh, is this post imperfectly random and almost emo or what?! I know that being a person is a lot about being individual, but it would be beyond great if someone just relates completely to a couple of things I just wrote in here.

I'm not sure if I ought to continue writing this. Basically, this is a Train-of-Thought post, one where I write down anything that comes to mind. Clearly, my mind is a maze strewn with Rubik cubes in every corner, plus a couple of advanced Sudoku puzzles thrown in for good measure. I gotta admit, I enjoy being this different, even if I do wonder why there's no one else who's even remotely close to sharing my perceptions. Different is of course a lonely word, but nevertheless an exciting one. So imagine finding someone who is different in the same way that you are.

That would be amazing. =)

P.S: I think I'm going to regret writing all of this down sooner or later. That's my nature, regrettably or non-regrettably, depending on your point of view.

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Regrettably, there are more people in the world I dislike than I would care to admit.

Well, to be honest, the target of my tongue this time was one I used to dislike (and now I'm just neutral), so really I should address this poem to my former this-person-hating self. If I could send it back in time to ol' me I sure wouldn't mind. But until some fantastic scientist figures out a way to send us back and forth in time, I'm happy enough just to publish this thing and hopefully keep whoever is reading this mildly entertained, at least.

Here goes:

There you go

Strutting down the halls

Thinking the world's a fashion show

News flash: it isn't

But so what? In your head there's no reason

And as we all know

There ain't no Michael

There ain't no iPod

And there ain't no nothing either

Oh I'm sorry

You think I'm being mean?

Wait till you see

How vicious you actually can be

One by one you're losing them all,

Thanks to the backstabbing,

And oh dear so much more

Truthfully sometimes I ponder

If all you are is real

Or just an act to make us wonder

Either way the attention you're getting

Is getting you nowhere

As much as it is tempting

To administer a hammer for your head

And have you wake up on some random man's bed

Just to give you a real nice scare.

But don't you worry

For no real harm is meant

So you can stop faking that faint

After all aren't you such a saint?

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So recently I've met this person who makes my skin crawl, and not in a good way either. I'm not going to tell you where I met her or what she did (or does) that incurred so much wrath in me. There's a term going on which describes people getting fired due to blogging about their jobs - I've forgotten what it's called exactly - but I suppose I've given you a little clue now haven't I?

Anyway, let's cut to the chase. As the title says, I was so bored one fine day that I decided to devote a little time to penning a poem on her dastardliness. I don't get told things like I've got good taste, but I personally find this one fairly decent. Read on:

Red

You really don't deserve my time

'Specially when your face is always sour

Like you're chewing on a piece o' lime

But I'm writing this for you

'Cos there's nothing better for me to do

Unless you count standing all day long

Listening to the same slow dead songs

A fun activity for all.

Really I just need the money

Though ain't it funny?

We get worked like robots

Just to get what we want

To the point where we get massive brain clots

Oh you know it's all your fault

And let's not even get started

On your sky scraping eyebrows

Your ever present overdose of lip gloss

Truthfully you shouldn't be in the kids department

You may just scare all the children present

But goodness me that's nothing to you isn't it?

The least I can say is

Woman

You're a real twit.

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