I can’t help but feel a sense of injustice each time I see this photo.
I hope when I reach this age, I’d be this hot.
Celebrities
Amy Winehouse joins 27 Club
I woke up to the news that Amy Winehouse was found dead in her flat on Saturday (Sunday here). Here’s the news from People.com:
Grammy Winner Amy Winehouse Dies
Saturday July 23, 2011 01:00 PM EDT
Amy Winehouse has died.
The troubled singer, whose unique and soulful voice made her a Grammy winner, was found dead at her London apartment on Saturday, according tovarious reports. She was 27.
“We are deeply saddened at the sudden loss of such a gifted musician, artist and performer,” a statement from her U.S. record label reads. “Our prayers go out to Amy’s family, friends and fans at this difficult time.”
London’s Metropolitan Police released also a statement about finding a body but didn’t identify the singer: “Police were called by London Ambulance Service to an address in Camden Square NW1 shortly before 16.05hrs today, Saturday 23 July, following reports of a woman found deceased,” the statement reads, according to the U.K.’s Daily Mail. “On arrival officers found the body of a 27-year-old female who was pronounced dead at the scene. Inquiries continue into the circumstances of the death. At this early stage it is being treated as unexplained.”
The singer, who was to some as well known for her struggles with addictionas her music, was in rehab as recently as May and canceled a planned summer tour of Europe in June, following a disastrous appearance in Belgrade, Serbia.
But Winehouse’s musical accomplishments were many, including nearlysweeping the Grammy Awards in 2008 with her album Back to Black, which scored five trophies including record of the year, song of the year and best new artist. Unable to attend the Grammys due to legal troubles, Winehouse performed via satellite from London during the ceremony.
The singer had a tumultuous relationship with Blake Fielder-Civil, whom shemarried in 2007. But the on-again, off-again couple were officially divorced in 2009.
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That’s some pretty amazing talent gone to waste. I mean really. Pia Magalona could not have said it better.
Such a waste.
For those who know someone or is friends with someone or who has a family member struggling with the same struggles as the 27 Club members, DO NOT EVER stop reaching out to them. They do not know that they need help; KEEP GIVING IT. Force it if you must. Troubled souls will rest in peace better if they’re at peace here.
All about HAIR
I guess I’m writing this because I am so frustrated at the rate my hair is growing… which is slow. ANNOYING. I’ve been itching to have my hair in a fishtail braid, but because it’s too short STILL, I can’t seem to do anything with it but let it down.
I can not for the love of God figure out how this girl managed to pull off magenta hair! I've been dying for some hair color myself, but yeah, I lack the guts to just hop on a chair and just friggin' do it.
Quite impossible for me to have this hair, since I am eternally straight. Jaja said something about digital perming, and I can only trust Tony and Jackey to do that. But the money? Yeah. That I have to come up with on my own. But I have a sinking feeling that even after that perm, my hair will still be as straight as a board. :(
And of course, I have endlessly hated Zooey Deschanel for having the most perfect brown hair ever. EVER. Ugh.
And let us all blame this talented songstress for having perfected the tussled hair.
I read from Little Women that Jo’s hair is her one true beauty. Of course, at the end, we learn that it’s not true, but it would hurt to have pretty hair! It’s not that my hair is not pretty; I just wish it’s longer so I can do this:
And this:
GAAAAh. Foine. I’ll stop talking about hair now.
Back to work.
A Modern Mom’s Prayer
I have always known Tina Fey’s wit and pure genius will somehow be the direct reflection of women everywhere. Or in this case, mothers. Here’s her prayer to God for her daughter.
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
What a gem of a lady. :)
Reasons why I love Haley Reinhart
Actually, there are only three.
With Pia Toscano and Casey Abrams gone, I actually think she has a huge shot in the finals. So Haley fans, rally! Lauren fans will vote like crazy because she was in the bottom two this week. So vote like crazy for Haley too! :)
Reason #1: Rolling In The Deep
Reason #2: House Of The Rising Sun
And finally, Reason #3. Janis Joplin.
Oh Haley. I just love the raspy quality of your voice. :)
the salt of your skin 