lundi 22 septembre 2008 15:30
like a kind of a childhood reminisce, with every song seemingly etched into the storeroom of our memories. it was all the forgotten fun and smiles, all that plain melodies that were hummed over and over again, all the lyrics that were so simple and yet everything that we wanted to say.
mamamia was a hit. not jsut any hit, but it was one that served as a time tunnel. one that brought us back to the yellowed photos and the black-and-white television screens. there was that sweet familiarity with each song singing out a chumminess of memories, yet so distant. it is a really good movie, weaving every song of ABBA into place, bringing out all our childhood memories of our mothers humming as they baked, when our aunties and uncles still seemed so disgustingly young and full of life.
make-up seems to be a girl's everything. yet once you embark on the journey of applying powder onto your face, you will be on a road of no return as your skin grimace in suffocation. so start right and use some good make-up. hop over to
