On Day 6 of TIFF, I felt like a teenager again. Even though I'd already attended press conferences with the likes of Matt Damon and George Clooney, I was on a mission to get up close with even more of my celebrity crushes.

So began a long day and evening of star spotting that would hopefully end with a moment of eye contact, a word or two of conversation or maybe even a marriage proposal.

Keanu: a teenage dream come true

I've wanted to meet Keanu Reeves ever since I was 11 and first saw him in "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure." The crush only escalated years later when "Speed" hit theatres and I had my wall covered in posters of the hunky Canadian actor.

With long hair and a full beard, this older, more mature Keanu at TIFF wasn't quite the goofy guy who time traveled in a phone booth or stopped a bomb on a bus. But his intense dark eyes and kind manner reminded me of why I loved him all those years ago.

In "The Private Lives of Pippa Lee," Keanu plays Chris, a 35-year-old man who has come to stay with his mother in a quiet retirement community after his marriage fails. He develops a curious friendship with Pippa Lee (Wright Penn), the woman who lives next door with her much older husband.

"He's kind of this character who has three or four different responsibilities in the piece," says Keanu of the role. "He's kind of a friend, he's the weird neighbour guy, he's in a way, a lover. I got to play three roles in one, which was kind of exciting."

Keanu says the novelist and director Rebecca Miller's script struck a chord with him and while he hopes to do more dramatic roles such as this, "The Matrix" star is not ruling out a return to the action genre.

"It was a great experience to be working with such great artists and a story that I really responded to but it's nice to do some movie kung fu, too. It's nice to run and jump and hopefully just looking to entertain and do work that's worthwhile."

Keanu was just as cordial following the press conference, stopping to talk to a few reporters and posing for a picture.

I resisted the urge to run up and tell him how long I've been a fan, realizing that my teenage self would be satisfied just knowing he was as lovely in person as I always imagined he would be.

Conversing with Colin Farrell

I don't know what it is about Colin Farrell that makes me giggle like a school girl. Deciding to stick around for the "Ondine" press conference, I told myself I had to be professional and not blurt out, "Colin I love you!" at the mere sight of the charismatic Irish actor, who's also premiering his film "Triage" during TIFF.

As soon as he walked into the room, sporting a fedora that he later removed to reveal his graying-black hair, my heart started pounding.

I sat quietly and listened to the questions from other journalists before finally getting the nerve to ask him one.

I asked him about his 2008 film "In Bruges," a small-scale comedic thriller he starred in alongside Brendan Gleeson, and whether he was surprised at all the acclaim it had received (he received a Golden Globe for his role as a hit man seeking redemption and the screenplay was nominated for an Oscar).

I also threw in how I, too, had been to Bruges and that it was indeed a "fairytale" as it had been described, with much sarcasm, in the movie.

"(It's a) sh*t hole," he answered, with a laugh. "No it's lovely, a lovely town ... Yeah I was surprised by the attention that it got at the end of the year. Martin (McDonagh), he's such a brilliant writer and I knew that the piece had wonderful things about it, amazing elements to it, but yeah it was a bit of a surprise."

I could feel my face getting hot as Farrell politely answered my question and I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest.

The conversation continued and Farrell asked me how long I had been in the quaint Belgian city and what I had done there.

While I tried to recover from Colin's thoughtfulness, the next reporter didn't fare so well. She asked him about the child he was expecting with his "Ondine" co-star Alicja Bachleda and at what point during filming did he know the relationship was developing.

"We could've went somewhere with that question but you worded it wrongly ... I was with somebody else while we were shooting the film. Next question."

Thank God I didn't ask him to marry me!

In search of 'stars at bars'

After a full day of press conferences, it was time to hit the town to see if I could spot any celebrities partaking in Toronto's nightlife.

First stop: The Drake Hotel. This cultural hotbed on Queen West has welcomed everyone from Abbie Cornish and Ben Wishaw of "Bright Star" to Woody Harrelson of "Defendor" in the last few days so it was an obvious choice to continue my star spotting.

Even though Colin Farrell was said to have been in attendance the night before (if only I had come then!) there weren't any celebrities on hand this evening -- unless they were hiding in the dark corners of the Skyard patio somewhere. On to the next place.

Second stop: The Park Hyatt. The rooftop at the upscale Yorkville hotel had been transformed into a white, airy oasis courtesy of Nikki Beach and even if the most of the crowd weren't celebrities, they sure looked like they were. As the bass throbbed, beautiful people in backless dresses and sky high heels danced along to the groove and sipped $10 cocktails.

Rapper Akon and Olympic gold sprinter Donovan Bailey mingled through the crowd but I was still clamoring to see a movie star.

And just when I thought the night was going to be a total bust a dashingly handsome man, who was none other than Clive Owen, walked by me. Dressed sharply in a dark suit, the British actor, in town to promote his new movie "The Boys Are Back," cruised through the bar accompanied by his entourage before settling on a white leather couch by the window.

A few murmurs ran through the crowd about his arrival. My friend could barely contain herself and I stayed calm -- but I'm sure he caught me staring at him a couple of times.

As other party-goers from the annual "InStyle Party" at the Windsor Arms filtered in, I held my breath that more celebrities would walk through the door but by 3 a.m. with no one new in sight, and Clive safely tucked away behind an army of bodyguards, it was time to call it a night.

But there's always tomorrow...