Melissa PanarelloA haunting tale of a sexually abused girl who at last manages to find love and liberty in her teenage life, albeit after much trials and tribulation. I love the show. It draws you in and holds you, then makes your heart cringe so you cry. You feel her, then when she finds love in
Marco(Nilo Mur), you're so happy for her.
Melissa P is truly an artistic and literary masterpiece. I love it so much, I made a mental note to watch it again in a couple of years. It's sexual, it's painful, yet it's endearing.
And it's not because I find
Nilo Mur absolutely alluringly cute. He's a bonus.
Before embarking on John's reccommendation,
Perfume: The Story of a Murderer, which I've already read reviews and overviews about and happen to think it a fantastic and profoundly good movie,
Melissa P has my vote for
Best Show I've Watched in 2007 as of late.
It's been more than a couple of years since I did movie reviews here, but I just had a strong urge to note
Melissa P down. I found it at a movie rental shop at Icon Village(Tanjong Pagar) during lunch break between work yesterday. The summary caught me, and I went ahead to rent it. I have absolutely no regrets, and right now, I am feeling extremely satisfied that I have watched and appreciated such a film.
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Christmas is around the corner, and nothing beats curling up in a cozy room with a loved one, watching a great movie in between mouthfuls of turkey ham and christmas roast. It's a pity it doesn't snow here, life would be much more tolerable with snow. I know I'm saying this from the viewpoint of a person who has lived in the tropics all her life, but a girl can dream, can't she?
It's not my fault
Hawaii is sunny all year round.
Anyway, ever since Jed booked in for NS, I've been working and sleeping and watching
Gossip Girl like it's a life staple. I happen to appreciate life in the
Upper East Side(Manhatten) and I've always always always longed to have one there. Which is exactly what made me hunger to further my studies in the US of A ever since I found out what Cocaine and Marijuana are. But financially, emotionally and academically, I am unfit to be by myself in NYC, so I guess this dream of mine will have to take a backseat.
But definitely, before I die, I will live in NYC. Jed wants San Francisco, but ladies first.
I was talking about Christmas. I love Christmas, it's so western, so wonderful, so dream-esque. I love the thought of a family, maybe with a few additional significant others, sitting together at the dinner table with turkey and ham and just feeling so thankful that they can experience yet another Christmas together. I love the message that comes behind this festival, and the very love that pervades the whole idea of a reunion.
It's another, even greater, pity that Singapore does not appreciate Christmas like many households in America do. Like parties and champagne, filling up christmas stockings, having mommy kissing Santa Claus in front of the fire place, and the kids just enjoying a moment with their toys.
Singapore is detrimental to the human soul.Or maybe I'm just not a part of society that has the privillege of the aforementioned circumstances.
Though I only have a vague idea what Thanksgiving is officially about, Christmas is thankgiving to me. This year, I realised how much I've neglected my grandmother and grandfather. I've been buying back BreadTalk and Donuts to show how sorry I am for the times I ignored them or was rude to them. I don't know what I'd do if they were not around anymore. I owe my upbringing to them, I thank God that I do not have a chance to end up like the paternal side of my family.
For the second time in my entire 18 years of life, I'm going to say I'm happy to be me. (The first was when Jed asked me to be his girlfriend, and it's something I'm really proud of.)
