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Topic of Debate: University vs Real Life Jobs

Students vs The Rest of the World:

It seems there has been an ever-increasing dislike for students who complain that they are ‘tired’ and ‘overworked’ by their University study work. It appears that non-students who work a 9am – 5pm job, evening work, or some that are doing two jobs find students frustrating, somewhat egotistical and quite frankly ‘cop-outs’.

I must agree that working all those hours in a regular job will be tiring as well as monotonous, but how can a regular worker believe it’s harder than studying for a degree, masters or PHD?


Study sesh, anyone?

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Fans still go “Goo-Goo-Gaga” with Bieber Fever

Sneak-peak of my article on Bieber for Label Music… It isn’t too offensive is it? Comments from beliebers and non-beliebers welcome!

He has just kicked off his UK tour, he sports almost 7.9 million followers on his twitter account, and at this moment (and counting) has had 301,123,126 upload views on With ‘Biebs’ birthday only a few days ago, ‘Never Say Never’ concert film raking in the money, plus only a slight hiccup in his oh-so-innocent image with the paparazzi, it’s no wonder Justin seems to be skipping with joy with his Vanessa Hudgens look-a-like girlfriend, Selena Gomez. However, many of Biebs’ fans (or ‘beliebers’ for short) aren’t entirely happy with his new girlfriend. Gomez was allegedly slapped by a ‘belieber’ on a date for Justin’s 17th Birthday, and had been photographed hiding her face in the car afterwards, but in reality she was just trying to cover up a cold-sore – who wouldn’t?!

Child stars are notorious for taking a ride on the crazy coaster; Britney Spears, Macaulay Culkin and Lindsay Lohan are but a few who have crashed and burned on their way to the clinic. Evidently, Justin Beiber’s cutie-pie-image will soon be leaking out of his tippy cup, and into our own portfolio of ‘Celebrity Rehab’.

After his run in with the press and an abrupt middle finger gesture, Bieber tweeted saying that ‘it’s not always easy but I know better than to react in anger.’
But that wasn’t the case on the CSI set, was it Justin? Always the prankster, ‘Mr Bieber Diva’ locked a crewmember in the closet, whilst allegedly shouting at his mother for some absurd and self-absorbed reason – probably his hair.

Though it’s not just his fans that have something to say about him, the ‘non-beliebers’ laughed themselves silly when Justin was shot and killed in a CSI episode. His remains (it’s okay belieber’s, it’s just a healthy dose of sarcasm) – that is to say a lock of his hair – has been sold on Ebay for a whopping 25K to help an animal charity. I wonder if that came with a frame?

Justin Bieber has dominated pop culture, but what’s next on his horizons? Will he take a leaf out of Brit’s book and shave all his hair off next time? Or will he find satisfaction partying it hard in the toilets with the white stuff like Macaulay and Li-Lo? One thing’s for sure, he’s not an eenie-meenie-myny-mo baby anymore.



NB. Pictures Above: 1. Bieber becomes yo-ho Pirate in bid to takeover the world. 2. Bieber is hardcore.
(I did not defile these pictures myself, but they are the handy work of some housemates of mine…)

The Devil Hath Cometh: Antichrist Review

November being the last time I blogged, I thought I would come back with a bang – or should we say a review of some knife-wielding psychopathic husband and baby killer; Antichrist.

For those of you who haven’t seen this spectacular vision from the eccentric director, Lars Von Trier, it is certainly one film that die-hard horror fans cannot miss.
Von Trier opens with a heart-wrenching, gut-spilling and excessively phallocentric scene, where a baby boy finds his feet to climb a second-story window. The words ‘phallocentric’ and ‘baby’ paired in the same sentence is, of course, far from normal, but normality is not this films forte.
Filmed entirely in black and white, with classical music filtering our ears, the little boy steps off the window-ledge while his mummy and daddy have mind-blowing sex … or passionately make love for those with sensitive eyes.
The pleasure of the lovers (Willem Dafoe and Charlotte Gainsbourg) is beautifully juxtapositioned with the heart-breaking moments of their little boy falling in slow-motion. Losing his grasp on the teddy, he hits the ground in the moments of Gainsbourg’s sexual climax. The music fades and we are left with a feeling of intense terror and meloncholy. 

In the months after their son’s death,  Gainsbourg enters a coma of grief and with the help of her husband, a therapist by profession, they begin to seek a cure for their despair.
Unfortunately for the couple, Gainsbourg has become possessed by the idea of masochism, sadomasochism and an unhealthy sexual appetite. The terrible guilt of her son’s death weighs down upon her shoulders, and she begins to have vivid dreams involving her son and a garden she calls ‘Eden’.
Horror films are notorious for their slow-building tension and suspense, and Anti Christ does not fall short of these expectations. However, if you are the type of fan that likes a ‘quickie’ (gruesome but satisfying chain of deaths) then this is not going to be your cup of tea. The film focusses on the relationship between the couple and their abiding guilt for the death of their child.

It is on the couple’s arrival at ‘Eden’ that things start to get interesting. Allegorical symbols, sex, nakedness and a whole lot of blood spills forth onto the screen whilst Gainsbourg’s character continues her psychopathic rage. There is an interesting and more accurately disgusting moment within the last scenes of the film. I would like to divulge this scenario to you, but I’m afraid it would spoil the entirety of the film and its ending. For those of you who have seen the film, doesn’t it make you wonder how Willem Dafoe survived his wife’s reign of terror?

In a nutshell, this film is one that takes a strong stomach, but the beauty of the mise-en-scene and the heart-breaking opening sequence saves this film from becoming another ‘screamo-horror-shocker’.