It is iconic, this image of this elegant-looking lady in a little black dress, pearls around her neck, bun atop her head, sunglasses over her eyes. Everyone knows who she is: she’s Audrey Hepburn, and it’s from her role in the movie Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Unfortunately, this image was all I knew about the movie, and so I decided to watch the movie.
Before you proceed, please take note that what follows below are my own personal opinions, and is not in any way intended to be a movie review. If anything, it’s a personal reaction.
When I still had more time in my hands, I used to watch some Korean dramas. I’m not a fan of the Korean pop culture, but I watch enough dramas to recognise a few people. So I wrote this post about one particular drama I watched, and (surprise, surprise!) it continues to be my most viewed post to date.
And then recently, I found this comment pending my approval:
Looks like somebody got butt-hurt by my comments about one actress.
To you, dear commenter —
Beauty is subjective. Celebrities will always be under scrutiny. People will always have opinions, and I am entitled to mine. I never said I’m more beautiful than So Yi Hyun, but I do believe my nose is much nicer than hers. Nonetheless, you are entitled to your opinion too. So, your comment is approved. 🙂
I first found out about “pregnancy brain” when I watched season 4 episode 9 of Modern Family. I thought it was an extreme exaggeration (in the same way how Cameron comes off to me as extremely dramatic and emotional). Little did I know that pregnancy brain would happen to me. Twice.
At the start of the year, I made a goal to watch 10 movies from the IMDB Top 250 list. To be honest, I kind of put it off (Hello, October!) because I was so scared that the movies would be terribly depressing. I make an exception for Criminal Minds, but I digress.
Of the 10 movies in the list, the ones that scare me the most are war movies. So you can imagine how long Schindler’s List was just sitting there, very much available, waiting for me to muster up the resolve to brave through it.
Aomame pressed an ear against his chest. “I’ve been lonely for so long. And I’ve been hurt so deeply. If only I could have met you again a long time ago, then I wouldn’t have had to take all these detours to get here.”
Tengo shook his head. “I don’t think so. This way is just fine. This is exactly the right time. For both of us. […] We needed that much time…. to understand how lonely we really were.”
This is the 3rd novel I read from Haruki Murakami‘s works. The first was The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles (which I didn’t like so much), and the second was Kafka on the Shore (which I enjoyed). This novel 1Q84 is, in my opinion, the best one out of the three.
As with the other Murakami novels, there are more questions than there are answers. Yet this world that Murakami created was so attractive in its mystery, that I was truly drawn in. It’s the first work in a while that nagged at me when I wasn’t reading it. And I fell in love with Aomame, the eccentric female lead character. I wanted to know what happened after the book ended. It was fantastic.