Every time my husband takes The Love Bus out for a little drive, he returns with shiny eyes and a “Can we keep it, mum? Can we, huh? HUH?” attitude even though we’re supposed to be selling it. 

Every time, that is, until last weekend when he’d had to phone me from the side of the road. Then, it was more “Muuuuuuummmm…. Can you come pick me up?”

Yes, The Love Bus had broken down. Again. And surprise, surprise, it had broken down because it had overheated. AGAIN. 

For those readers unacquainted with the Love Bus and its little quirks, overheating is one of its more decadent pastimes. The last two times it’s overheated, we’ve had to entirely replace the engine. I suspect both times had something to do with my husband’s tendency to thrash it like a white 1970 supercharged Dodge Challenger on the open road, instead of driving it like the 20-year-old people mover it actually is. 

This time, however, he’d been driving it in much the same way Noddy might tootle through the streets of Toy Town, throwing in the occasional “Parp-parp!”  and all. And in fact, he’d barely driven more than 50km in it since the last engine overhaul. The injustice of it all. 

As I piled the children into the Star Wagon to go pick him up, I rehearsed a short but rousing speech I was going to make when I saw my dear husband’s face. It went something like this: “I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO!”

But then, I thought, he’d be feeling bad enough without me stating the bleeding obvious. So I decided to seethe quietly instead. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” my husband after I’d picked him up and had begun my seething in earnest. “But can you imagine what’s going through my head right now? Just two weeks ago a man offered me $2500 cash to take the damn thing off my hands but I said ‘No, I’d much rather wait a few more weeks so I can then fork out that same amount to have it fixed. AGAIN.’ In fact, you could say that when anything ever happens, I say to myself ‘What would a wise man do in this situation?’ and then do the complete opposite. I call it Tarago Logic.”

Throughout all this, I maintained an impressive and stony silence. It’s in the blood: when I was sixteen, my father had to pick me up from a highschool teacher’s house, having received a phone call from her to say I’d been rat-arsed drunk at the school play. All that long drive home, I babbled incoherently things like “Nobody’shh perfect” and “Shorryyy…” and he just drove, eyes fixed on the road ahead, his silence speaking volumes (although, admittedly, I was too rat-arsed drunk to hear it). 

Anyway, the point of all this is that I may have continued my Ice Queen treatment except something happened. While my husband ran into the shops to run the errand he’d originally set off in the Love Bus to do, I turned the radio on. There, I heard the latest news of Haiti… estimates of 200,000 dead… talk of it being the worst human disaster ever seen by the United Nations… devastation, despair. Unspeakable horror. 

And I realised that while the Love Bus breaking down wasn’t the best thing that had happened to us, it most certainly wasn’t the worst that could happen. 

When my husband returned to the car, I surprised him by hugging him tight. 

“Look, if it’s broke, it’s broke. It’s okay,” I said and hugged him tight again. 

And we drove home and phoned the Red Cross donation line right away. In Australia, that number is 1800 811 700.

The Love Bus was the First Love of my driving life, which I came rather late to at the age of 36.  The idea that I could just jump into it and drive whereever my heart desired without looking up timetables and working out connections quite simply Blew. My. Mind. I was happy. The kids were happy. The Love Bus was happy. My husband was also happy – mostly because it meant he could sit in the passenger seat and line up vodka jelly shots along the dashboard.    

Then the cracks began to show. The Love Bus started to let me down. It made me refine my skills at entertaining small children in roadside fields while it overheated. It made me flash my breasts in a country pub. Its door started falling off without warning. Every noise it made caused me the kind of anxiety usually only experienced by first-time parents. 

But it when it broke down the last time on The Long Journey Home, I was Officially Over It. As my friend MGK pointed out, it was like an abusive relationship that I had to just walk away from, never to return.

And she was right. The Love Bus became as good as dead to me. Whereas I’d once cried at the thought of decomissioning it, this time I was dry-eyed and cold. I never wanted to see it again. Not even to say good-bye. And in any case, it hadn’t taken me long to find myself a New Car. With functioning air-conditioning. And a key that didn’t require me to jiggle it around for half an hour to get it to turn. And a floor that wasn’t covered in 100s & 1000s, squashed sultanas and stale cake crumbs (yet).

And then my husband decided we should fix the Love Bus and sell it, rather than end up paying someone else to take it away for scrap metal. As far as I could tell, his reasoning behind this move was pretty much: “We’ve poured so much money into the thing already, why not pour some more in?”. 

And so The Love Bus went off to be rehabilitated at the mechanics and soon returned with a reconditioned engine and a new automatic transmission. At which point, it proceeded to sit untouched, unadvertised and (most certainly) unsold outside our house for one long month. 

Most of the time, I just carried about my business as if it wasn’t even there. It’s like I couldn’t even see it any more. But some nights it felt like The Love Bus was standing out there with a boom-box held over its head, blaring out some Peter Gabriel song, willing me to come out and play. Still, I couldn’t afford to open my heart to it again: I remained unmoved. Unmoved, that is, until the first Gentleman Caller arrived asking to look at The Love Bus.

The Gentleman Caller was a man with a small business who wanted an old van for his fleet of old vans. To be quite frank, he didn’t look good enough for my Love Bus. He kicked its tyres and even sneered at the little dent on its side that I’d caused while parking next to a trolley bay. I didn’t think he would appreciate its magnificent turning circle, nor its rainy-day picnic venue potential, nor the fact that its documentation listed its official colour as ‘Champagne’. And he quite obviously didn’t, because he offered us far less money than we were asking. 

“He’s not good enough,” I said to my husband. “He doesn’t deserve it.”

“Well, if we don’t get our reserve price, we’ll just keep it,” my husband replied. 

Um… Put that way, I wasn’t so sure. Especially since we were standing in the long black shadow of credit card debt thanks to its recent extreme makeover. 

But while I didn’t want the Love Bus myself,  I most certainly wished it well. I wanted it to go to a nice family. You know, the kind of nice family that would look after it and take it nice places and who didn’t mind spending quality family time alongside the highway waiting for the engine to cool down and/or the roadside assistance guy to arrive. 

At the very least, I wanted the new owner to appreciate its turning circle. In fact, I think I’m going to add the words “Impress your friends with your U- turns!” to the FOR SALE sign and draw some love hearts on it. Of course, that would involve me actually going over to it and touching it, which might give it false hope that we’re going to get back together after all. So I might just get my husband to do it – including drawing the love hearts. And then I’m going to make him drive around in it until he finds a genuine buyer OR it breaks down again. 

I think we all know which one is more likely to happen first.

Peter Fancinelli ator que interpreta o personagem Doutor Carlisle Cullen na Saga Crepúsculo fez uma brincadeira com o último livro da série “Breakin Dawn” (Amanhecer) Confira abaixo a paródia que ficou bastante engraçada:

Ela quer o seu filho
Com o livro Crepúsculo e o vampiro Edward, a escritora Stephenie Meyer pode desbancar o bruxo Harry Potter, de J. K. Rowling

Por NATÁLIA RANGEL

Há pouco mais de cinco anos, a jovem dona-de-casa Stephenie Meyer, mãe de três filhos, casada com um pastor mórmon e moradora da pequena cidade de Cave Creek, no Estado americano do Arizona, jamais imaginaria seduzir jovens em todo o mundo com uma fantasiosa história de amor entre uma adolescente e um vampiro. Tampouco vislumbrou que as tramas românticas forjadas em sua imaginação e materializadas em três livros (Crepúsculo, Lua nova e Eclipse) ficariam 143 semanas na lista de best-sellers do jornal The New York Times, com seis milhões de exemplares vendidos em diversos países – sendo que quatro milhões referem- se apenas às vendas nos últimos 12 meses. Pois foi o que aconteceu. O vertiginoso sucesso de Crepúsculo, que conta a relação amorosa entre o morto-vivo Edward Cullen, com 17 anos desde 1918, e sua amada e humana Isabella Swan (chamada de Bella), ambos colegas no terceiro ano do ensino médio na chuvosa cidade de Forks, conquistou uma legião de fãs. E foi além: acaba de render à escritora, de 34 anos, um lugar entre as 100 personalidades mundiais mais influentes, eleitas pela revista Time. Ela aparece ao lado de nomes como Hillary Clinton, George Clooney e Dalai Lama. Quais são os seus superpoderes?

Stephenie leva uma vida pacata, é religiosa, segue os ditames mórmons e uma de suas poucas rebeldias é o gosto por Pepsi Diet – a igreja desaconselha o consumo de substâncias que tenham cafeína. Até aí, ela não está investida de nenhum truque mágico. Os seus poderes especiais, na verdade, ganham vida graças a uma mente extremamente criativa, voltada à ficção, que monta adoráveis e sedutores vampiros – todos do bem. São seres evoluídos que mudam a dieta (só bebem sangue de animais) para resistir, a duras penas, à sede que têm de sangue humano e assim conseguem viver pacificamente em sociedade. O carisma de seus personagens junto aos adolescentes é comparado ao fascínio exercido pelo bruxo Harry Potter, da escritora inglesa J. K. Rowling, e há quem aposte que a saga dos jovens vampiros reúna qualidades suficientes para desbancá-lo de sua liderança isolada nesse filão editorial. Isso já ocorreu no ano passado quando Eclipse, seu terceiro livro, chegou às lojas quase ao mesmo tempo que a última aventura de Harry Potter.

FENÔMENO A autora Stephenie Meyer (à dir.), uma dona-de-casa mórmon, escreveu três livros e já vendeu seis milhões de exemplares em todo o mundo

No cinema, a trajetória dos vampiros já é semelhante à do aprendiz de mágico nascido na Inglaterra: o primeiro livro, Crepúsculo (que chega ao Brasil pela editora Intrínseca, 390 págs., R$ 39,90), virou filme e estreará em dezembro nos EUA. À semelhança das obras de J. K. Rowling, o quarto livro de Stephenie, Breaking down, previsto para agosto, está recebendo tratamento vip com esquema de vendas a partir de meia-noite nas grandes livrarias. A popularidade desses novos personagens já inspirou nomes de bandas de rock, centenas de comunidades de sites de relacionamento e seus nomes aparecem impressos em camisetas. Antes mesmo de suas histórias serem editadas aqui, elas já podiam ser lidas em sites da internet devidamente traduzidas pelos fãs.

É certo que há muito marketing promovendo a nova escritora e seus personagens carismáticos, e nem poderia ou deveria ser diferente. Mas é um fato que a vampiromania foi crescendo até explodir no último ano – e vale lembrar que boa parte da propaganda começou boca a boca, leitor com leitor, adolescente com adolescente. Alguns trechos do primeiro romance se tornaram cults como o momento em que Bella descobre que o lindo garoto por quem está encantada é mesmo um vampiro: “De três coisas eu estava convicta. Primeira, Edward era um vampiro. Segunda, havia uma parte dele – e eu não sabia que poder esta parte teria – que tinha sede do meu sangue. E terceira, eu estava incondicional e irrevogavelmente apaixonada por ele”. A paixão compartilhada por ambos é sempre contida, paira sobre Bella a ameaça do vampirismo de Edward. Se ele ultrapassar o sinal, ela estará morta.

O filme Crepúsculo estréia em dezembro nos EUA, com Robert Pattinson e kristen Stewart (à frente) como Edward e bella

Nas cenas românticas, nunca fica claro se ele deseja ter relações sexuais com Bella ou apenas se alimentar do seu sangue, mordendo- lhe a jugular. Num trecho, ela diz: “Eu podia sentir seu hálito frio em meu pescoço, sentir seu nariz deslizando por meu queixo, inspirando (…)”. E ele sussurra: “Só porque estou resistindo ao vinho, não quer dizer que não possa apreciar o buquê. Você tem um aroma floral, de lavanda ou frésia. É de dar água na boca”. Essa tensão permeia todo o romance e não é diferente dos dilemas humanos que envolvem uma paixão proibida. A autora afirmou em entrevista que foi pressionada a incluir cenas mais explícitas de sexo em seus livros, mas resistiu. Mesmo que algumas passagens sejam sensuais e com insinuações eróticas, os personagens nunca vão além de castos beijos e carinhos no rosto e pescoço – embora demonstrem o tempo todo desejar muito mais do que isso. Nada mais humano, e é justamente com essa humanização dos vampiros que Stephenie parece ter seduzido irrevogavelmente os seus jovens leitores. Os mesmos que J. K. Rowling brindou apenas com o cândido beijo travado entre Harry Potter e Cho Chang.

VAMPIROS FAMOSOS

Drácula (1992), dirigido por Francis Ford Coppola e protagonizado por Gary Oldman, baseia-se em livro de 1897 do escritor irlandês Bram Stoker

O filme Entrevista com o vampiro (1994), de Neil Jordan, é adaptado do romance de Anne Rice, e o personagem Lestat é interpretado por Tom Cruise

Criação do escritor e produtor de tevê Joss Whedon, o vampiro Angelus ficou conhecido pelo seriado de tevê Buffy, a caçavampiros (1997)

http://www.terra.com.br/istoe/edicoes/2010/artigo88149-1.htm

Apenas la semana pasada contamos con la visita de Taylor Lautner y Kristen Stewart a nuestro país con la finalidad de promocionar “New moon” segunda parte de la “saga twilight” a estrenarse a nivel mundial el próximo 20 de noviembre; por si fuera poco, la tercera entrega, “Eclipse” recién acaba de terminar su producción y está ya en post-producción para su lanzamiento el verano del próximo año.

Lo que empezó como una producción independiente se convirtió en un suceso a nivel mundial, recabando $383,520,177 millones de dólares en taquilla a nivel mundial.

Los productores no perdieron tiempo y filmaron casi seguidas las dos secuelas dejando en ambigüedad la realización de una cuarta entrega – por lo menos para el público- La autora de la saga, Stephanie Meyer, comentó en su página oficial que a ella le resultaba poco probable de filmar ya que contaba con personajes que serían difícil de llevar a la pantalla como es el caso de Renesmee Cullen.

Tiempo después, durante el rodaje de ECLIPSE, el actor BooBoo Stewart, quien interpreta a Seth Clearwater, el mas joven de la manada de lobos, dijo que AMANECER era todo un hecho y que incluso se dividiría en dos partes por lo extenso del libro. Días después, él mismo se aseguró de desmentir sus propias declaraciones, argumentando que tomaron sus comentarios fuera de contexto. Cosa que pocos creyeron convincente y vieron más bien como presión por parte de la producción. Los fans se abalanzaron creando encuestas en línea y comentado en foros si se debería o no hacerla la 4ta entrega, si era funcional dividirla en 2 películas o en su caso que capítulos poner o quitar para hacer una sola película.

Si bien se dejó al aire, el día de ayer, Robert Pattinson en plena promoción de New Moon, confirmó lo que ya era secreto a voces; El rodaje de Amanecer dará comienzo en otoño de 2010. Y al parecer, podría estrenarse en dos entregas cinematográficas. La primera se estrenaría el 14 de diciembre de 2011 con la segunda parte en el verano de 2012. Tal cual lo hará la última entrega de Harry potter el año entrante y como lo hizo en su momento La trilogía matriz con sus últimas dos entregas.

Así pues, la twilight manía seguirá para rato y quizás más fuerte conforme pase el tiempo, no dudaría tampoco que Stephenie Meyer nos sorprenda finalmente con MIDNIGHT SUN; quinta entrega de la saga que contaría los sucesos de TWILIGHT desde la perspectiva de Edward Cullen que quedó sin terminar cuando el borrador de 12 capítulos se filtró en línea.

Esta es la primera colaboración de uno de nuestros nuevos integrantes!  tendremos que darle la bienvenida a Fer, Gracias por aceptar,  espero que siga colaborando continuamente, y les tengo la noticia que va bien todo el rollo de la convocatoria, ya tenemos a otra colaboradora nueva Lau, así que esperemos que sigan llegando más colaboradores!.

So this is indeed a video response to one of the videos in my previous post…I had alot of fun doing this…so i hopefully she doesn’t get mad that i used her song Eeek!! Well We’ll find out soon enough…So Anyway here is the video Hope you enjoy it!!

It all started because my husband woke up in my mother’s house out in the country with a hankering for curry. 

“Maybe…” he said. “Just maybe, an Indian family will have moved into Blinkton over night and have opened a roadside stall, selling curry and rice.”

I laughed at him, knowing full well that the closest he’d find to a beef vindaloo ’round those parts was a curry-flavoured pie and even then, he’d have to soak it over night in Tabasco sauce to get any kick out of it. 

However, later that morning, we happened upon a neighbouring town’s monthly farmer’s market and there, tucked in between the “Devonshire Tea” and “Sausage-in-a-bun” stalls, was a Sri Lankan woman dishing out large plates of home-made curry and rice. 

“I should buy a lottery ticket. This is going to be my lucky day!” my husband said. And, as he tucked into his food and the sun shone and the kids played merrily in park and behind us a band struck up a swing version of “Sesame Street”, I was inclined to believe him. Sunny day, sweepin’ the clouds away, indeed. 

A mere three hours later on our way home, of course, the Love Bus’s engine overheated Big Time. Almost like someone had soaked it in Tabasco sauce over night and then set it on fire. 

“You should have bought that lottery ticket while you still could!” I shouted out to him as he risked life and limb opening the car’s engine hood and I referreed rock’n'wrestling matches between the children on a picnic blanket with semi-trailers roaring past. 

After forty minutes, the Love Bus was still blowing steam out all of its orifices so we piled back in and limped the last few kilometres to the next small town. There, I proceeded to encroach on the kind hospitality of the local shop owners by letting my children paint their booth seats with ice-cream, while my husband rang the Roadside Assistance people and tried to get the stuff from the trailer into the back of the Love Bus. Because OF COURSE we were traveling with the trailer full of stuff when we broke down. 

An hour later, it became apparent I’d have to select some dinner for the kids from the shop’s bain marie, where the closest thing to vegetable matter was a Steak and Onion Pie (no curry, unfortunately, because that would at least have contained peas). It’s meals like those where I take much comfort from the inclusion of the word “tomato” in “tomato sauce”. 

Finally, two hours after we first broke down, the Roadside Assistance guy arrived to give us his professional opinion on the engine and it was: “It’s totally fucked!”. He then gave us a lift back to the nearest big town to catch the train home, where our underfed, overtired and hyper-hyped children amused fellow passengers during the 90 minute trip with antics such as spitting on the windows and then licking it. 

“I’m blaming the Maltezers,” my husband said, referring to the bag of chocolates I had bought – while he was chugging a last-minute middy of Victorian Bitter in the train station buffet, no less. 

“Actually, Curry Boy,” I retorted. “I’m blaming the fact that our ninety minute trip home has turned all Gilligan Island-like and yes, all the kids have eaten is fat, sugar and more fat” followed by something insightful along the lines of “Lucky day, my arse.“

But I shouldn’t have spoken so harshly to him. Because, when we arrived home almost six hours after we’d set out, he still had to drive back to the scene of the crime with our friend The Sculptor to get our unlocked trailer, which was now worth far more to us than the car. They also had to make the Love Bus scrapyard-ready by stripping out all of our belongings. And of course, in his tiredness, my husband didn’t quite tie down the load on the trailer down as well as he should have and somewhere along the highway, three of our four childseats blew off into the dark void behind them . And then, although the carseats would have been write-offs the minute they hit the ground at 110km/hour, he and The Sculptor ended up running up and down the side of the highway in the black of night trying to find them, while wild dogs barked at them from the bushes. True story. He finally got home, unpacked the trailer, and crawled into bed some 3 and a half luxurious hours before he had to get up for work.

Still, the final joke was on me. Of course, because we didn’t have the Love Bus and nobody could lend me a car big enough to take me and the five children under my care, I had to do the school pick up the following afternoon with five kids on foot in surprisingly warm weather. And my husband had the nerve to drive past in the airconditioned comfort of a taxi, stopping only to pick up Mr Justice – the one child who could travel with just a seatbelt, but also the one child who was capable of walking the long journey home by himself. 

I personally hope my husband never wakes up and wants curry for breakfast again.

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This post appears as part of the Car Sick Carnival over on “It’s A Small World After All”. I suggest you swing by there for more tales of travel horror, some of which contain vomit. Imagine! Vomit!

Търсят се актьори за следните роли :

Renesmee Carlie Cullen
Denali: Tanya, Kate, Irina, Carmen, Eleazer
Mapuche: Nahuel (hybrid), Huilen
Nomad: Garrett, Peter, Charlotte, Randall, Mary
Amazonian: Kachiri, Zafrina, Senna
Irish: Liam, Siobhan, Maggie
Egyptian: Amun, Kebi, Benjamin, Tia
European: Charles, Makenna
Romanian: Vladimir, Stefan
Humans: J. Jenks

Мечтите на феновете летят в различни посоки, но ето едно клипче с предложения :

Мнението ми е, че ако наистина вземат в каста  Eduardo Verastegui, той ще забие в земята всички здрач-създадени секс символи. Ето го любимецът ми :

One of my favourite songs, from one of my favourite albums, by one of my favourite artists.  This man is a musical genius, an incredibly intelligent person, and a champion of something:  compassion and rights for the mentally ill.  He educates me, inspires me, moves me and speaks to my soul with his music.  And today, my dad bought us tickets to see him just after my birthday, marking my fifth time seeing him. 

I was at this show, recorded for his live album, and this performance had me in tears at the end.  Knowing as much as I do about Matt’s life (he’s pretty open), knowing where this song came from, listening to him wail, “And I’d say what you’d say but it makes me feel nothing” just breaks me.  If you haven’t listened to Matt before, start here, and then stream his forthcoming album Vancouver at matthewgood.org.

Day Nine:  Champions of Nothing – Matthew Good

Lua Nova, o segundo capítulo da saga de Edward e Bella.

I was surprised when people asked me why I was so happy. First I asked them what was wrong with being happy…then I asked myself how I managed to look so happy when all I wanted to do was break down. Every morning in school I’m the one that says ‘good morning’ to people and peps them on. I’m also the one that gets yelled at for not constantly saying they are wonderful, their ideas are wonderful, and they are flawless.

I know they’re teens, just like me. But they should know by now that they don’t have to do everything on their own and make it perfect the first time. They have no problems with asking grown ups for help, but as soon as someone else their age makes a suggestion…get outta their way! Cuz that kid must just be a snotty stupid…Thing. Thing.

They call me thing sometimes. I told them to stop it, but they think it is a joke. At least I’m not their whore, or bitch, or something. But the words still hurt. Even if it wasn’t said in spite, I don’t want to be their thing. I’m a girl. A young woman. Over the summer, I finally managed to look in the mirror and say ‘wow. I have some pretty features.’ I do. I love my eyes. I’m not all ugly. I’m not all thing.

When we’re holding a conversation, when they’re laughing and happy, that’s when I feel human. That’s when I feel like a part of life. Then they turn angry for who knows what reason, or put on a sour face because it’s ‘just another school day’ and I wonder how they can be so negative. It’s no fun being negative by choice. They choose to be unhappy.

I don’t. When I am unhappy…there is nothing I can do to escape it. I don’t choose to be unhappy, not like they do. It just happens. I think it’s just my crazy teen hormones running rampant, but I am seventeen. That should have happened years ago…of course, years ago I was more or less an emotionless rock, so maybe that’s all catching up to me now.

When they are happy, I envy them. They can go from being ‘unhappy’ or ‘miserable’ to laughing and enjoying themselves at the telling of a joke…I can smile, sure. But deep down, it doesn’t go away. It just catches up with me later.

I am alone. I smile and say hello and look like I have a purpose, but at night when they’ve all gone out together to see a movie, I am here, in my room. Listening to laughter even just outside my own door, in a world I’m not welcome to.

Don’t even get me wrong. I love life. I refuse to give it up without a fight. But just loving life isn’t enough to stay happy. Every night when I curl up and go to bed, I dream of a future…any future. College life in a dorm, with a roommate to gossip with, or life alone in an apartment. When I’m all alone in this house it’s not as bad as when I’m alone in this room…shut away like an embarrassment on her home. I think…The sooner I get away from here, the sooner I may find happiness. A happiness that’s strong enough to actually become a part of me.

Until then…this smile is just a mask, even if it’s a natural one.

Ola chicos, andaba mitoteando en la red y me encontré esta pagina muy completa acertca de toda la saga de Twilight así que si tu eres un fan pues no dudes en entrar…

http://twilightguide.com/tg/

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Muchas noticias últimamente en el show biz acerca de los chicos de la saga vampiresca, ahora les dejo una foto de Kellan Lutz haciendo un poco de ejercicio en vancuver, al parecer le encanta cuidarse, va al gimnasio, sale a correr con sus perros, con razón tiene ese cuerpo!!…

¿Qué opinas de Kellan Lutz?

Ella dijo que R- Patz esta saliendo con una de sus co-estrellas, declaró ” no puedo decir ( si es Kristen Stewart o Nikki Reed), porque rompería la promesa que le hice a mi esposo, pero él sale con una de ellas”…

Ahora si no queda duda que ROBSTEN siguen juntos, digo dudo que sea Nikki Reed, con eso ke ellas dos son super amigas, hasta llegue a pensar que eran algo más, hubo un tiempo que se les vio juntas en varios eventos y distintos lugares agarradas de la mano y bastante cariñosas….espero que Jennie Garth no se meta en problemas por abrir la boca.. con eso que los tortolitos “ocultan” su relación, esperemos que ya salgan oficialmente a la luz, aún qué creo que sería bastante problema con todos los medios persiguiendolos, a ver que sucede con la parejita.

¿Quién te gusta más para pareja de R-Patz, Kristen o Nikki?

Me encontré con unas fotos de Ashley Greene y Chace Crawford besandose en el aeropuerto de Los Angeles ¿No que solo eran amigos?!.. o serán amigos con beneficios?!…. creo que hacen una linda pareja… y que las supuestas fotos desnudas de Ashley Greene no arruinen su felicidad, su abogado declaro que eran falsas, ya que la que aparece en las supuestas fotos no es ella, pues a la copia que ví en la pagina de Perez Hilton, sí es ella!..

Una escritora piensa demandar a la autora de “Crepúsculo”, Stephenie Meyer, acusándola de plagio por copiar pasajes de un libro poco conocido llamado “The Nocturne” y usarlos en la obra romántica de vampiros “Amanecer”, señaló el martes un abogado.
J. Craig Williams, quien representa a la autora de “The Nocturne”, Jordan Scott, señaló a Reuters vía telefónica que en los pasajes en cuestión hay pocas similitudes de palabras, pero que los dos libros tienen personajes y una trama parecidas.

La editorial de Meyer, Hachette Book Group, calificó las acusaciones de carentes de mérito, diciendo que “La saga de Crepúsculo” es una completa creación de Meyer y que ella no sabía nada de “The Nocturne”.

Entre otras similitudes, destacó que los personajes en los dos libros llaman a sus esposas “amor”.
El grupo Hachette señaló en un comunicado que los libros de Meyer “han sido un éxito fenomenal” y que “no debería ser sorprendente escuchar que otras personas busquen subirse al carro de ese tipo de éxito”.
Williams agregó que Scott piensa presentar una demanda por infracción a los derechos de autor contra Meyer esta o la próxima semana en una corte federal.

FUENTE: http://estilosdevida.prodigy.msn.com/aristocracia/holdingpage.aspx?cp-documentid=21045576

Cómo ven.. ahora Stephenie Meyer escribira un libro de su historia en los tribunales?…No conosco el libro de The Nocturne, pero lo buscaré, para ver si lo que dice la autora es verdad, y luegoo les cuento si vale la pena el libro o no…

No olviden sus comentarios…

Le site “Acting Auditions” révèle que Breaking Dawn se diviserait en 3 parties ce qui donnerait “Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn: part 1, Breaking Dawn: part 2, Breaking Dawn: part 3″.Ce qui en ferait donc une trilogie.

 Même si Summit n’a encore rien confirmé, Cette information serait plausible. En effet, Stephenie Meyer elle-même avait admis qu’il serait difficile d’adapter Révélation en 90 minutes. le casting pour la dernière partie de la saga serait en préparation. Le tournage débuterait début 2010.

Donc Wait and see!

Merci à Twicapucine!!