Archive for June 2009

True Blood - V Juice

What is True Blood? True Blood is a one stop emotional roller coaster ride from start to end. It is also a question of morality and a constant search for one’s true identity. With all that in mind…

You are advised not to take the series too seriously.

Well, what True Blood actually is is a bottled synthetic blood which comes in various blood types, created by the Japanese, for the vampires. It is also a title of a hit HBO television series by creator Alan Ball (you guys may remember him from Six Feet Under) which is an adaptation of the Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris.

Not to mention it being my next television addiction from Supernatural. Got to admit it is getting more out of reach for me ever since Channel 5 stopped airing it from Season 2 onwards (they bought stupid Ghost Whisperer instead).

What attracted me to this wonderfully humourous and witty yet dark and sinister series was a captivating portrayal of vampires. It was novel to bring out the vampires as mainstream, integrating them into society. At first, I saw it as representation of homosexuals in today’s society, but creator Alan Ball advised viewers that it was nothing of the sort and to have fun with the plot of the series. Guess I was thinking much too much.

Back to the portrayal, you see, compared to tween-romance saga Twilight, True Blood had a more mature take. Call me biased, but I am very much in favour of made-for-adults series. I was long over the days of  One Tree Hill. No more Chad Michael Murray!

Besides that, wit won me over too. Twilight just played on cloud-nine romances and too much… tween.

True Blood also hosts a diverse mix of characters. Take Sookie for instance. She is a telepathic waitress who works for a boss who lusts over her most of the time and when he is not, he is getting bitter over his seemingly only contender of love, Bill Compton.

Then there is Bill, a lone vampire who thought love was all lost for him until he met Sookie, who he introduces to his boss, Eric. In comes mayhem and possibly another contender for Sookie‘s attention.

There is also Tara, Sookie‘s best friend and a spiteful Bon Temps resident. She is a daughter to an alcoholic and is in between love. Well, if you watched the season 2’s premeire, Tara‘s love life may have met its bright beginning.

About the boss of Sookie, he is Sam Merlotte. An awfully sweet and caring individual, but never suitable enough to run as a suitor of Sookie. Oh, did I forget to mention he is a shapeshifter? Hmmm… Who else?

Ah! Layfette. He is a cook for Merlotte’s Bar and Grill… Once. Seems like he has ran into a bit of trouble with the vamps.

Last but not least, Sookie‘s infamous brother, Jason. He had one too many girlfriends, an innnocence of a six year old an a physique of a model on the cover of a fitness magazine. If you thought he would not be the centre of trouble in the second season… Boy are you wrong. Seems to me it is all beginning to warm up. Bit by bit.

The rest of characters are one too many to mention. So I am leaving you the choice of watching the series (the second one just started approximately a week ago) and explore each and every one of them on your own. With a series this wholesome, why would you resist giving it a miss?

For now, I am not sure if Cinemax intends to have re-runs of the first season soon, but you may catch it online and continue with the second. I simply google for the videos. They is no definite video-hosting site that is reliable enough at the moment. Sadly.


Nothing in the world to rant about and inhaling god-knows how much fumes of nail polish later, here I am blogging about pet peeves. Seems like the weather could not keep me from rambling.

Okay, pet peeves. Let me see. My pet peeve is an annoying voice in my head that stomps on every piece of positivity in the same head of mine. Yes, let’s say that it is not necessarily an evil occurrence. What is paramount about it is that it could possibly conscience stepping in. Or maybe I might be slightly loony. Anyhow, it serves as a good wake-up call most of the time.

Next up, lousy weekend line-ups of television programmes. I hate it, especially on a Friday night, when there is nothing to watch on television. Not only it makes a horrible start to the weekends, it kind of brings a mild gloom to what the stations can offer on Saturday and Sunday. What is worst is when they push all the fine programmes on Sunday, and you have to go to bed early because the next day is a work day.

What else…

This particular pet peeve took me some time to get over — smudging nail polish. For me, I do not usually sit around and wait for the wet nail polish on my nails to dry. That is the problematic aspect. Now that is solely nobody’s fault by mine.

Verdict? If you cannot find peace with yourself and solve these pet peeves, go to bed. You obviously need a good night’s rest to keep you from worrying so often.

Husky, bluesy and all that in between, Shingai Shoniwa, is reminiscent of an interesting blend of Macy Gray, AmyWinehouse and Duffy and a lazy Sunday afternoon. That is why she is everything to love. Especially when you are a fan of any of the abovementioned singers.

For Never Forgot You, it takes a retro spin which makes it oh-so-unforgettable. To me at least. Call me an oldie, but I tend to have soft spots for music revivals. It takes you back to the past, which we are often so fond of living in.

Got to admit the NOISEttes made reminiscing bittersweet.

Okay. Out of the 5 books I have recently borrowed from the library, I have dropped 2 already. Two of which are chick-lits. Har-de-har. So going back to my literary temptation romance is not that fine a decision after all. That only means that I have spend 40 hours at the library once more, sifting through rows and rows of novels, sieving out the right title.

Tragically enough, time is  not on my side this coming school break. Through on the bright side… I have another 500 plus pages thick novel to finish.

Ah, at the end of the day, only those notable texts like The Other Boleyn Girl salvage the wreck.

With 4 days to go to the premiere of the 2nd season of True Blood, (they are premiering it in the US, but will probably creep into Cinemax say… half a year later?)

5 episodes to go to the ultimate revelation of who the killer might be in Harper’s Island,

8 episodes to go to the 5th season’s finale of Desperate Housewives,

19 episodes before Prison Break permanently takes their leave from the tube,

it is no wonder I am getting jumpy about television being stale once everything is over.

P.S. Channel 5 needs to re-evaluate their programme schedule and consider buying Supernatural. It is about time!

Red Mist: If someone sees red or the red mist, they lose their temper and self-control completely.

If this horror flick has anything to do with the interpretation of this idiom, “Red Mist”, by golly this movie better live up to it.

First of all, this movie reminds me of a Species movie gone all medical. Or mental. Even sexual. It is nothing more than a B-grade flick, with cheap thrills thrown in, gore and to top it all off, a mean rating of ‘R’. Has it sent chills down your spine just yet?

So, medical marvel gone wrong or an excuse to showcase a demonic intervention?
You decide.

“People say I’m the life of the party
Because I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside I’m blue
So take a good look at my face
You’ll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it’s easy to trace
The tracks of my tears…”

—- Tracks Of My Tears by Smokey Robinson & The Miracles