I met Harry Styles in the most amazing dream…again

So I haven’t blogged in a while seeing as I’m extremely busy not studying for exams…  So today I had my first exam for anthropology, which as you know, I’ll probably have failed anyway, and did today.  And last night, I was up till around one am just…looking at really vague revision slides that the lecturer made for the last week.  Kinda helped and kinda didn’t, but turns out, I should give myself a bit more credit, some stuff I did listen to in tutorials did come in handy.  So with an early wake up call at 6:30am that I left till 7am (good job me) I feel asleep exhausted, and went to gain an eventful and blissfully euphoric six hours sleep…

And the dreaming begins…

Much alike any other dream I’ve had, this specific section was dreamt just before I woke up from a pressed bladder.  Anyway, rather than beginning with how amazing and overwhelmed I felt in my dream and when I woke up, I’ll try to begin by recounting this epic love story…

So I was in the shopping centre, not sure which one, and I was with a friend, also not sure who.  Actually I think it might’ve been my sister…  Anyway, we are in the middle of turning the corner to go down the escalator when from the corner of my eye, I see this curly haired cute boy with hipster glasses on.  I’m like, oh my god, is that who I think it is?  I look at him, and he looks back at me.  I look at him half quizzically and he turns back to whatever he’s doing and is trying to be inconspicuous.  I’m not quite sure, I think I say to my sister something like, “Oh my god, I think that’s Harry Styles over there…!!!”  It’s my last chance, as we turn and walk down I call out, “HARRY!!”  He turns and looks up at me!  It is him!!  It’s Harry Styles!!  His effortless bespectacled disguise cannot fool me!  My life flashes before my eyes (okay well this is just author exaggeration, it could’ve happened!).  He shoots me this look as if he’s saying, “Come now if you want to meet me!  Before everyone realises it’s me and crowds me…”, his eyebrows raised, eyes wide and neck jerked slightly forward.  So of course, I make my way hurriedly back to him!!

I’m somewhat swoop up to him and we embrace!  It’s warm and longing, and my arms loop under his arms, around the back of his chest, hugging him so tight!  (Wow, sorry, I feel really lame writing like a fanfiction, but to be fair, this is a real dream I had last night!)  I say something like, “I love you so much!  This is the most amazing moment of my life!!”  Something really cheesy like that, that he hears all the time.  But to be honest, I don’t think I even care.  I am euphoric, my heart is racing, it feels like it’s going to burst from my chest and I can’t stop smiling!!!

I had always thought about what I would say if I met Harry, and the others boys too, trying to think of something memorable, cool and interesting!  But then I realise, that the only reason why I’d want to say something like that is so I can spark up some sort of friendship, when in reality, it will never happen.  But then I tell myself again, you have to believe if you want to achieve!  Be positive and optimistic!  (Or it could be contrarily construed as naive and wishful).

Anyway, back to the dream!  In my dream, Harry was wearing a thin white tee with some sort of black calligraphic drawing on it…so loose yet form fitting, caressing his sexy body.  (Ultimate fanfiction moment).  He says something back to me like, “I love you too.”  I don’t know, I don’t remember what he said to me in my dream, but I’m going to make myself believe it was something as amazing as that and that it really did happen (in my dream I mean, I suppose I could also be delusional and make myself believe it happened in real life, but that’s just crazy).
I’m not sure what even happens, but then some people he knows or I know, or maybe even randoms come up to us (while we’re having an intimate moment) and basically I end up taking a few pictures of Harry and some fans or friends.  I’m handing him his phone or something and we’re standing close…and then I wake up.

Oh lord, when I woke up, it was 6:18am.  I was smiling so much my cheeks hurt!  The dream was so amazing, and incredible, and fabulously intimate I felt as though my heart would burst out of love!  Yet at the same time, I felt so incredibly sad that this may never happen, and I will never even get to experience this utterly epic sensation, it’s unforgettable…  So basically, an overwhelming overload of euphoria and melancholy, as I have described many dreams and moments before…  Oh life.  What a hand you’ve dealt me.  What an amazing dream.  I wonder what will happen the next time I dream about Harry…just wondering makes me smile.

All my love,
Just Another Woo Girl

I am so crazy right now, I think I’m time travelling

So hiya all.  My mind is totally racing right now.  I’m typing this and thinking, very quickly, and thinking, am I going really fast?  I feel like I might be revealing some sort of mental problem right now, but then again, what if I’ve discovered my super power?  (I’m not crazy).  (But that’s what crazy people say).  (Eugh stop typing in brackets).  I heard a car zoom past a few minutes ago, but it sounded as if it zoomed past at lightning speed, what I mean is faster than life.

Or maybe I’m going even slower, slowing down time…  Meh.  Meh.  Meh.  Meh.  Meh.
Okay, cya, guys!
Just Another Woo Girl
P.s. Just watched Smash.  Epic.  Kinda wanted Hit List to win though, but I suppose we started off with Bombshell.  Meh.

The Wanted is here and I am also here, but not with them

It’s kind of really depressing thinking about this…  I’d always thought, one day, it’s inevitable that I’ll finally get to meet all the boys of One Direction, and The Wanted again, forming unforgettable and everlasting memories and possibly friendships with them all.  This, mostly to comfort myself after they’ve visited Sydney and I didn’t meet them, or create the everlasting friendship that I suppose all fans wish to make, some sort of corny instant connection…  It makes me so sad that no one will follow them around with me in this attempt.  
But then it also seems to me that if I were a big enough, crazed enough fan, I’d just go by myself.  But I wouldn’t, and I don’t really want to.  But then I think, I do want to, I should go anyway.
What I’m really getting at is that The Wanted are in Sydney right now, they are here, in my city, roaming around, being amazing, and I’m always somewhere else.  I’m in the city, maybe only kilometres away but I’m not with them.  I can’t see them.  What is life when it is lived without the things you love?  I feel like there are all these infinite opportunities that I’m cowering away from, all these things I want to do but am just not proactive enough to fulfil.  I’m referring specifically and only to meeting these amazing musicians I am crazy fans of.  
I wanted to wait for Ed Sheeran outside the backstage door, but no one would come with me.  Seriously, fuck.  It’s literally what people do after concerts, musicals, and everything, to take photos of them, or with them, or simply wave at them getting into their cars to leave the venue.  Oh life, what a hand you’ve dealt me.  Is there any career I can pursue apart from fame to become apart of this world?
My sister is 27 now and she’s never met the Backstreet Boys.  I wonder if I’ll ever meet One Direction.  This makes my heart want to burst into tears and drown my room…  I suppose she doesn’t particularly want to anymore, but they are going on tour again!  I don’t think to Australia though…
Ah my psychology essay which I still haven’t finished.  You know it’s two weeks late now, that’s twenty marks…  And that’s my life.  I’ve still got to write about another 250 words, and I’m not in the zone, I don’t remember what I’m arguing or what I’m really talking about anymore. Life sucks.
I wish I was just travelling around as The Wanted’s or One Direction’s stage manager or something, I don’t even care, toilet cleaner, tour bus aerator, I don’t know.  
I wanted to go out to a friends birthday on Saturday but now I don’t think I can since I’ve actually been offered a job and start on Sunday at 9am…  I want to be fresh for my first day yet, I just want to have fun…  I think if my friend wants to go then I’ll go, and then leave a bit earlier if it’s not that great, and if it is, just suck it up the next day and have a red bull.  But if not, then on the bright side, I’ll be making some money for future fun times…  I’m working for four hours, so I’ll be making like forty I think…  I don’t even know.
It’s almost midnight, it’s almost Wednesday.  In a few more hours after that The Wanted, Jay my most loved, will be on Sunrise in Martin Place and I won’t be.  Most likely I’ll be in bed.  But the thing is, I could actually be there, physically.  I don’t start classes until 2pm which leaves me a massive amount of time.  I love them so much.  From the first time to the day I die, it will be them (and One Direction).  They can bicker, but I still love them both.  Love is real.  This love is real.
What am I even doing with my life.  I feel like I’m not doing anything worthwhile, my studies are merely an action I repeat.  I’m not even diligent in that.  Sigh pie.  So annoyed my tea isn’t hot anymore otherwise I’d drink it through a Tim Tam.
You know what, I don’t even have a gift for the boys so I kind of feel bad, well I feel inadequate.  I wish they were having a concert.  I love them so much.  I love their music, and their personalities, they are incredible.  Poor Nathan, he’s still suffering from his sickness and didn’t get to perform tonight, or for ages.  I hope he gets better.  All my love.
I’m tired now…
Just Another Woo Girl

Lunch date at Moo Burgers!

Yesterday I kind of, most probably, had the best Moo Burger experience of my life!  Seriously delicious and I hope you all drool with envy over this feast…  So many FEELS!
ImageYummy and delicious Moo burgers!  From top left: Cheese Moo, bucket of onion rings, haloumi burger, and my own Big Moo!  Plus strawberry milkshake and Fanta, with the cutest cow print straws!
Close up of my Big Moo!  Egg, beef patty, extra pineapple!, beetroot, caramelised onions, tomato, lettuce, cabbage? and home-made mayo!  Seriously, I wish that was in my mouth right now…!!
ImageThe Aftermath: my friend top left was annihilated. 
Well hope you enjoyed this lunch series, because, fuck, I wish that was me again, everyday…
Strive for food excellence,
Just Another Woo Girl
P.s. This was at Moo Burgers Newtown!  They also have restaurants in Coogee, which I always go to when I’m at the beach!  And other places, I think Manly, Bondi…

Drinking tea through a Tim Tam!

For those of you who aren’t from Australia, or have simply just never had a Tim Tam before, yes, they are nothing special.  Well that’s what I thought before I’d tried DRINKING TEA THROUGH IT!!!  
Let me tell you, Kingsley, the guy from YouTube, you all probably or should know who he is (he’s so funny, link to his YouTube channel here)!  He tried a Tim Tam given to him my his Australian friend Matt.  Matt and the majority of Australians love, and I mean think they are an Australian emblem, Tim Tams.  I and a minority, and also Kingsley, beg to differ.  Quote, “Tastes like a dry girl scout cookie..!”  Watch the Australian Taste Test here!  It’s hilarious!  And Matt is gorgeous…
Anyway, seriously, after I tried drinking tea through a Tim Tam, my life has changed.  I literally did it two minutes ago after my mum bought some for study snacks.  It’s amazing.  At first I thought the biscuit was in the middle, but the biscuit is actually sandwiching this chocolate icing/cream, and so when you suck the tea through, the two layers basically melt and the outside chocolate collapses and you have to shove the entire chocolaty god-food in your mouth.  Amazing.
Anyone who hasn’t tried it has to try it.  You bite off the two opposing corners of the Tim Tam and dunk one end in and suck the tea through!  I am so filming a video of it and uploading to YouTube, I’ll put it here as well.  This is going to be so awesome!!
Lots of choco-love,
Just Another Woo Girl

Ed Sheeran in my dreams

This morning I had the pleasure of waking up feeling fresh and ready at the bright and early hour of 7am!  Instead, I went back to sleep and had yet another turbulent dream that always seems to happen when I oversleep…  And this time, it was about Ed Sheeran.  My love, my life, my only.

Ed has appeared in my dreams many a time actually, and once, we had coitus (lol).  Anyway, this time, was simply amazing.  I was at a concert of his.  I think it was exclusive or something because there weren’t many people there, maybe like two to three rows deep of people.  I was there with my uni friends, having an amazing time being so close to the sexy and amazing Ed!  I loved every minute of the actual concert I went to, and enjoyed it all the more in my dream.

But then something happened, and my uni friends had to leave for some emergency.  It was night time, I selfishly decided to stay and watch Ed.  Selfishly, because I think it was some sort of emergency, and I remember distinctly in my dream feeling guilty but then going back anyway.  So they left.  The exit to the concert hall was a shopping centre.

I walked back in, happily, and was approaching close to the stage and then Ed reaches his hand out to me and I grab it and he PULLS ME ONTO THE STAGE WITH HIM!  AHHHH FANGIRL ALL THE WAY SERIOUSLY IT WAS CRAZY IN MY DREAM!!! My heart is pounding, racing, and I can feel the smile from all the way inside my stomach, it was pure euphoria!!  I thought he was going to ask me to sing along with him for one of his songs, which would’ve been perfect, because then he’d realise I could actually sing which apparently is rare at a concert*.  That could be me!  In my mind, which was racing, I was imagining Ed being my mentor, and loving him for my eternal life.  He handed me a mic, and I was so excited to sing for him, then, he asks me to rap.

Rap?!  He starts playing a rap song, I’m not sure if it’s his, and I don’t know it!  I’m so embarrassed that he’s pulled me up on stage, as one of his biggest fans and I didn’t know the words to this rap!  Anyway, I start rapping, fumbling around for words I don’t know, and Ed’s next to me, encouraging me!  And then he takes me back off stage into the mosh pit.

Anyway, the concerts over now.  I go outside to see if I can meet my friends, I call one of them, and ask them where they are, but they’ve already left.  They’d caught a bus home…  So I go to our locker, and sure enough, everything is gone.  I think my bag is gone as well, but I don’t know, I wasn’t that worried, or I mightn’t even had had a bag…  So I go back inside.  Everyone’s walking out, and Ed’s walking around the theatre seating meeting the fans, but they’re all gone.  Yeah, somehow the seating changed from mosh, to red velvety theatre seats.

I go up to him and say, “Hi Ed!  You were amazing!  Can I get a picture with you?”  Ecstatically, we hug and I turn around in one swift motion and pass my phone to this guy with red hair, and he takes a picture for us!  I have my arms around Ed’s shoulders and his arm is around my waist, and it’s the most amazing moment ever!!  We are really friendly, I don’t run out of things to say, it’s all smooth and great!  I feel like I may have kissed him on the cheek it was so amazing.  Then we hug again, but this time super tightly, like swaying side to side, and being all besties!  But then I think I take the hug too far and we basically fall over the chairs (as you know theatre seats are super steep) all the way down to the bottom, with me landing on top of him, we’re still hugging.  This is not in the romantic way that you think.  It was so awkward!  Because I was the one who started making the hug really strong and swaying a lot!  Anyway, his face is kinda like saying, this is awkward, and what the fuck.  So I say goodbye, and I love you and all that, you’re amazing, etc.  And he smiles and says good bye as well, and I walk off, in euphoria!  Forget about the awkward moment where I tackle him, I JUST MET ED AND IT WAS AMAZING!!!  The conversation was amazing, he was amazing, there was definitely an awesome connection.

I feel like I would’ve given him my twitter, but I don’t know.  It was the perfect experience meeting one of your favourite singers!  Everything I’d dreamed it would be!!  Ed is so incredible!  I love him so much.  And this was the best Ed dream yet!  It was way more intense than the sex one!

Sweet dreams!

Just Another Woo Girl

*I watched this video on youtube of Michael Buble getting a birthday boy to come on stage to sing with him, and he was like crazy surprised that the boy could sing!

Smash: The Producers

What Karen is doing to Jimmy makes me so sad!  I just want to rip out my heart and let the tears gush from my soul…  She begged him to open up to her, that she couldn’t be with him if he didn’t tell her the truth about his past.  And when he finally did, when he finally opened his soul to her, opened up a part of him that he wanted to forget and leave behind him, she runs away in disgust.  She is so cruel to him now; Jimmy hasn’t hurt her in any way.  The only reason she doesn’t like him anymore is because of his past.  A person who he was no longer, and didn’t want to be.  She pushed him away because of someone he was, and now who he is, is recoiling back to someone he was, who he doesn’t want to be.

She’s cut him off completely, ignoring his existence, there’s no compassion, no empathy.  He’s hurting, his heart was twisted and squashed by her.  The only person he opens up to, is the one who rejects him.  He took the risk she wanted him to, that she asked him to, and she left.
Jimmy was trying to protect his closest friend Kyle, and for that, he is punished.  I know Kyle has been there for him, supporting him, helping and saving him from himself when he was at his worst.  But now that he’s relapsed, he is a lost cause.  Karen made Kyle turn away and leave Jimmy in a downward spiral. 
I get what he meant when he said to Jimmy that he has to help himself, that he can’t be there as his backbone anymore.  Kyle was his safety blanket, someone he could trust to help and protect him when he needed him.  It seems as though, Kyle has separated his friendship with Jimmy from Hit List.  Jimmy doesn’t understand this, he feels as though Kyle is putting himself and the show ahead of their friendship.
Karen tells Kyle to leave him, to end their friendship right at that moment, because if he waits he will lose his courage.  What he is losing by ending it right then and there, isn’t his courage, it’s his rationality.  If Jimmy is in a downward spiral, which he is, I guess Jimmy needs to realise this himself before his friends can help.  But now he has no friends.  If in time he gets on his feet, he will have to put away his pride to ask his friends for their help, or even their friendship.
What is the right thing to do in situation?  I wouldn’t leave Jimmy.  But then again, Kyle has helped him out through so many things, and so many downfalls.  Is it that the right thing to do is to leave Jimmy alone, to let him hit rock bottom and for himself to realise he needs to change.  Or is the right thing to do, is to stay with Jimmy, keep on trying, even if it’s hurting you?
I think maybe Kyle is right to have left Jimmy, but to have let Jimmy know he will always be there for him, but for now, he just can’t handle it all.  And that when Jimmy is ready, Kyle will be there waiting.  But what if Jimmy shows up the next day saying he’s changed but hasn’t.  It seems like the only thing Jimmy can do is to make an entirely new life for himself, with new people, in order to change.
But he’s gone back to his old life.  How will he escape this time?  If Jimmy goes back to dealing drugs, there’s no one to save him.  Kyle’s not here anymore.  He saved him the last time, but this time it’s different, because it’s the same.
Smash is amazing and I love all the original songs for Hit List, and Bombshell.  I love them both so much, I love Jimmy, and I loved Jimmy and Karen together.  I love Ivy’s new independent persona, she is amazing, she is an amazing Marilyn.  Is Kyle going to die?  Right before he gets hit, I was feeling all the empathy for Jimmy, left out in the cold.  But if Kyle dies, what will this do to Jimmy?
Hit List reminds me of Spring Awakening.  I love Spring Awakening.  I wish someone would take Hit List to Broadway.  Sam isn’t right for the role of Jesse.  Jesse is innately Jimmy.  Jimmy is Jesse.  Don’t Let Me Know, is written by Jesse in Hit List, and was written and sung by Jimmy.  “You won’t pull me close, but you can’t let go,” is exactly how Jimmy feels about Karen.  He wouldn’t open up to Karen, but he still wanted to be with her.  She was the one.  But now, it’s changed, Karen won’t be close with Jimmy, won’t share his secrets, and love him for them, not simply despite them. 
I just want them to love each other, and be together, no matter what.  Just makes me sad.  Oh Jimmy…
Extremely melancholing-ly,
Just Another Woo Girl
P.s. Smash erks every sense in my body, every emotion, and I feel it compress against my chest and my soul.  The music, the lyrics, the story, the emotions, I can feel it all.  Amazing.

Touching Danny O’Donoghue at the Optus Rockcorps Concert

Oh my god.  What an amazing night.  A quick overview before I get to the most amazing part…  I dropped off my day late assignment at uni, looking quite toolish in my concert get-up.  We started lining up at around 5 and got in around 7:30.  Decided to stay in the mosh and basically, this is my first time moshing.  Even at Future Musical Festival there was a tonne of space to dance crazily in!  This was like being packed into a can of sardines, everyone dripping with sweat simply because our bodies were so packed together!  I mean, it wasn’t even hot inside, just everyone, so close…so much body heat…and body odour…

Anyway!  I physically couldn’t film any of the acts before The Script, so I sang along and watched in half discomfort of being swayed and almost falling down when I couldn’t get a foothold during movements, to Guy Sebastian, the Potbelleez (and their weird ass dancing), and Tinie Tempah!  Pretty sure I made eyes with his DJ a few times, sadly none that I recall with Tinie.  He was wearing sunnies the majority of the time…  Their dancing was cool.

Back to The Script!  By the time they came on, not sure when that was, I had made it to the front of the mosh pit!  Literally the front!  Literally the centre!!  I was behind two girls, and stood inbetween their heads, right in the centre, where they started to set up a platform and steps for Danny to walk on and interact with us fans!  Actually I was kind of annoyed, the girls in front of me didn’t even know his name was Danny…  Anyway, the second song they sang was We Cry, and he came down stage onto the steps and called out for us to sing into the mic!!  Sadly, he pointed it to the girl to my front left to sing…  I wish I had gotten the mic, it could’ve been an amazing bonding moment, maybe even life changing.  Ah the possibilities, and my imagination…

Oh what!  The first song they sang, Danny came right up and close to us, and he stood to the right of me for a bit, at first I couldn’t reach him, and all the girls behind me were pushing against me to try and touch him.  With a little extra effort I managed to touch, his, ARM!!!!  It was the closest thing.  I touched it, and then I went in again to squeeze it!!!  It was amazing!  So amazing.  I squeezed it, because when I touched it, it felt more like a brush up against, but squeezing, that was amazing, it was intense and I could really feel that it was him!!!  I squeezed Danny O’Donoghue’s arm, and I loved it.  Then he continued down.

Also, he sat down on the steps for a song, I think it was Man Who Can’t Be Moved, I love that song.  It makes me so emotional and sad, it’s a great song.  Anyway, he sat there singing, and instead of looking above me, and out to the crowd, like they usually do, he looked straight down at me!!!  I was singing all the words and feeling super emotional, probably making some un-attractive emotional singing face, and staring into his eyes!  I don’t feel weird staring into his eyes, because I want to have an amazing moment with him!  The girl on my front right got to hold his hand, I put my hand up while he was holding hers but he didn’t hold mine…  I guess that makes it more special, I mean, he can’t go around holding everyones hand!  But still wish it was me who got that single experience.

So that was the amazing Script.  God they are amazing, and gorgeous, and so sweet!

While we were lining up, I volunteered to be interviewed for some Foxtel show called, I don’t even remember anymore…  And then I volunteered for the Hot Hits Live from LA which was so cool!  I hope I get put on the website or whatever!  I mean my answers were pretty good!  Hopefully.  Fingers crossed!  We also got photos taken by photographers, I wonder where they will go up…  One of the photographers was actually hot, he had the Avicii hair, like the long on the top all tied up…  Some guys at my uni have that, I think I stared at them for too long, he really looked like Avicii…

Anyway, it was an amazing night and my fingers and calves are so tired!  No uni Fridays, woo!

Lots of Love from an amazing night with the amazing Danny O’Donoghue!
Just Another Woo Girl

P.s.  This is the rare occasion where I actually Woo!!  Best night ever.  Best. 🙂  (Rare smiley).

Uni update

Not really sure what I ended up on the last time I posted, but something about anthropology I suppose.  Anyway, it’s week four of uni and seriously, we’re already on our second strike.  Now usually in high school, I wouldn’t give a fuck, but now that it’s uni and I actually want what I’m paying for and want to learn something, it’s shit.  I miss out on the most important thing, tutorials!  Sigh pie 101.

Other than the strikes, anthropology is turning out to be the most mundane out of all the subjects I’ve chosen, only to be great in tutorials when I can just listen to my attractive tutor talk about stuff, and roll in some anecdotes and funny stories.  Well not to sound overly creepy, but I googled him and found out that he’s a dancer and composes music, which is so awesome!  I love music too.  But we probably differ in genres and tastes but whatever.  But but.

Sometimes I laugh or giggle to myself just because I know I’ve googled him and I know what he does in his spare time or what he previously did.  One time in class, well this week on Monday, I started laughing and looking down hoping he wouldn’t notice, but of course he did, and was like, “Why is she laughing?” Awkward cos I’m laughing at you, but not at you, as more as with you, or more so like loving laughter, as in, you’re so cute!  He’s like 30 I think.

After class he said, “You know it’s okay to laugh in class.”  Swoon bitches.  Wow this is turning into a slightly stalkerish recount of my tutor.

Anyway, had an anthropology lecture later that day, and he attended it, I think to gather notes on what to talk about, I’m not really sure.  Not sure if you know but tutors are mostly, are PHD students of that particular field.  And he made a joke the first time about being imprisoned in the Old teachers College where I suppose they do alot of their writing and stuff.

Anyway, people usually say hi to their teachers in high school, and a tutor is basically a teacher, and the lecturer is kind of like a distant figure who will never know my name because I will never (maybe I shouldn’t say never) become knowledgable enough in the field to be able to contribute so broadly in a lecture…  So for the first time I’m early to this lecture, I walk up to the other side of the hall and see my tutor, he see’s me, I look down, I look at him when I get closer in order to say hi, and then he looks down, and I say hi to no one.

Anyway!  Left this post open for too long whilst doing other stuff and have lost my train of thought.  Busy day ahead tomorrow, and a long night and uni the next morning!

Hope you are all enjoying your lives.
Just Another Woo Girl

Les Mis, a cinematic and musical experience of a life time

This was the best musical movie experience of my life, it is so amazing, I cried when Fontine died, but the tears were non-stop when Eponine was shot and she and Marius sang A Little Fall of Rain and all the way until Jean died.  So sad, so emotional, so beautiful.

The cinematography was amazing!  There was this recurring motif where they were at the barricades and Enjolras was holding up the red flag, I swear it’s a reference to the artwork Liberty Leading the People by Eugene Delacroix!

I can’t find a good picture of the actual movie and the scene I’m talking about but if you’ve seen the movie you’ll totally know what I’m talking about!

Aside from that, I love musicals so much and I love the films as well, and I have to say this was even better than The Phantom of the Opera film with Gerard and Emily Rossum, this was so epic and beautiful I have no words, only plain and generic ones like awesome, amazing, chilling, heart wrenching, and strings out empathy!!

Amazing performance by all the cast!!  Hugh Jackman, Anne Hathaway, Amanda Seyfried, Eddie Redmayne and Samantha Barks!!!  And also Russel Crowe.  Samantha Barks was in the broadway production as well!!  She played Eponine and at one point along side Nick Jonas who played Marius.  Eddie is an amazing singer and a gorgeous Marius!!  Whilst watching the movie I couldn’t get over how beautiful Amanda Seyfried is, she is amazing!  Not to mention, her voice is beautiful, flawless, and has an amazing bell-like tone with a frivolous range, as in, she gets around with all the notes!

When I first saw the trailer and heard the singing I didn’t think much of it, I thought maybe it could be more singing and less pained, but when watching the movie it was perfect and really expressed their emotions, experiences and present state fantastically!  I Dreamed A Dream, A Little Fall of Rain, On My Own, and the Confrontation, in fact all the songs and melodic motifs were amazing and I love the film and the musical so much!!


It’s amazing how they all sang live on the film, it’s amazing, and such hard work, but gives such a sense of realism to it, like in the beginning scenes with Hugh singing and pulling the ship, where the water was actually freezing!  And also when Sacha Baren Cohen had to sing whilst being carried by all four limbs…


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P.s.  It’s kind of awkward bawling your eyes out in the cinema, and I was on the verge of heaving and spluttering but I refrained because of the silence and the emotional part of the film, which made me kind of feel as if I was trapped in my emotion as I couldn’t let it all out loudly…