DRAMA...

   I haven't been posting since August 2011.That's a long time.I've been busy with my A levels lately (but I THINK I've been too relaxed these past few months)and it has started to dawn on me that if I keep up this tortoise pace I'm not gonna get the grades that I want. Well,I'm doing it again,relaxing...=[ Dang it,I was supposed to be using the computer for my studies, and here I am now,typing away nonsense at 12:25 AM,downloading one movie at the moment,checking out what my friends are doing on Facebook...etc.
  
   Tomorrow my classmates and I are performing a modern take on Hamlet. We're supposed to be wearing our " costumes",but you could hardly call T-shirt and jeans costumes. I have no major role in this production (no surprise there). I'm one of the performers for the performance within the performance ( all you William Shakespeare fans out there,you should know the story).

    Speaking of drama, there was real life drama in my family last week during the CNY celebrations. My 10-year-old cousin who has Down's syndrome got lost in a huge shopping complex. My cousins and I ran around looking for her (it was tiring)and asked every security guard visible if they'd seen her.Other security guards were alerted(thank god they were so helpful). One of the guards looked at the recordings of the CCTV cameras and saw her going down the escalator and then she just disappeared from the recordings,OMG.One of my cousins and I went looking together(everybody split up)and what do you know,we actually found her!!!We were going down the escalator and we heard a little girl's voice saying "uh oh",the moment we heard it we knew it was her.There was no mistaking her low,unique voice.She thought she was playing a game of hide-and-seek so she actually hid in a narrow space beside the escalator.Relief!!Her mother so worried she cried.=(
More drama to come for that day. Another 10-year-old cousin of mine (I'll call him Joe) has a mother who's depressed (I think).So she's sooo possessive she wouldn't let him sleep under the same roof as her husband's family(my uncle). Easier said, she hates us and her husband. We were going to have a reunion dinner that night(CNY tradition),and Joe,being a member of our family too,was expected to join in too.However, Joe's mother set a rule for my uncle(uncle X) to bring him back home by 1 PM, or else she wouldn't allow him to come out and meet us the next day.I mean,being a 10-year-old,you would want to go out on a weekend and just have fun with your visiting cousins instead of going home so early to do maths and science homework,right? And uncle X was supposed to drive his son all the way back home and then drive back to be with his family again? He can't even spend some time with his son on a weekend (trust me,he's a good father and husband). My mother was soooo MAD her own brother was being bullied by his own wife (actually,they don't have any love for each other anymore,it's amazing they can still live together under one roof)she decided to pay her a visit,to demand an explanation.All 12 of us(my grandma too)drove to my uncle's house.Uncle X reached home first and called my mother to say his wife was breaking his stuff at the moment.When finally everybody arrived, there was shouting, a small table crashing to the floor,finger-pointing,arguing,crying...Joe's mother avoided questions and gave unreasonable explanations.Like why was Joe's father not allowed to spend more time with his son, she shouted " BECAUSE I'M THE MOTHER!!!" oh, so did that mean Uncle x has no right as a father to want to spend time with his only son?sheesh!!Alas,Joe was indeed not allowed to go out anymore,and there was no point in fighting over him anymore. The worse part was that when Joe's mother asked him if he wanted to be with his mom or dad, he said "mom".That really broke my uncle's heart.Maybe he was too afraid to say "dad" in case his mother would punish him. Everybody advised Uncle X to get a divorce, but he was too afraid he might lose his one and only son.=((

look at that!!

 

18 going on 13 (or younger,it depends)

            It has started to dawn on me that I look too young for my age. Of course, if I were a 40-something-year-old woman, I would feel over the moon. But....I'm 18. I didn't realize this on my own, I had some help from some pretty ''observant''people. For example, I was at the gym the other day and my mom went to register our names. The guy sitting behind the desk asked my mom if I was 13 years old (under 13...no can do,children are not allowed in). When my mom said I was 18, he looked at my mother in disbelief and said:"I thought your daughter's only 13!!!" Do I really look that childish?

         I remember the tour guide in Thailand who thought I was 10 when I was, in fact, already 17 at the time. Trust me, there were many more incidents like that. OK, so I'm not the tallest girl in my class (151cm), nor am I big-sized. But surely my face would have given out some clues as to how old I am. Oh, but no...the tour guide in Indonesia said I look like a mere child not because of my height or built, but it was because of my face.Now that's worse. A childish face? Aw, COME ON!!! I guess I would have to shop in the old ladies clothing store next time just so I would look a teenee weenee bit older.

"Curse you if you still think I'm a kid"

         I think me looking too young for my age would come in handy in the future when I'm reaching my 40's. Maybe by 46 I would still look like a 36-year-old. If by 46 people still say I look 13, then something must be very wrong with me. Maybe I'm the solution to staying young forever. Then the scientists would be conducting experiments on me, and I would.....hold on, I'm letting my imagination get hold of me again.


          Anyway, I'm thinking that looking like a 13-year-old (or 10) has it's advantages too. I save money when buying tickets to zoos, theme parks and so on. The ticket sellers are fooled into thinking that I'm a kid that my parents are able to buy cheaper children tickets for me. Kudos to that. Enough said about my youth, I'm going to sleep in my crib now. Goodnight from this side of the world. 

            It's already 2:04 AM. I'm still typing away. No wonder I have pimples and panda eyes. I look like shit! Better get some sleep now.zzzzz

Frustrated!!!

            After I graduated from high school last year, I've been wasting my months away just rotting at home, sleeping, watching television, starting a blog, watching videos from You Tube. Admittedly, I was avoiding decision-making. I avoided finding a part-time job, I avoided deciding what course I wanted to study. There was too many choices regarding where I was going next, Form 6? A-levels? Foundation? After some advice and pondering of what my future would be like, I decided on Pharmacy. But ( yes, there's always a 'but' ), it was not an easy course to study and a Pharmacy course is one of the most expensive courses offered. So, I guess I'll just have to work hard then. 

  


         Anyway, I've decided that I'm going for A-levels. I calculated the total that my parents have to pay for the A-level offered in a International School, and it was a staggering of more than RM 30,000!! My God!! But I have parents who only want the best for me so my father willingly ( maybe not so )paid RM 500 for registration fees and I submitted the application form. Problem solved? Not really. Now, here's the problem. This International School had just started the A-levels program last year and I'm applying for the June intake. So, the number of students studying there are only a handful. I was told that for the June intake there was only 10 people who'd submitted their forms. And there was no telling that maybe some of them would want to pull out of the program if they received a scholarship from the government. There is a slight chance of the June classes being canceled for lack of students.

 

         So now I'll just have to attend Form 6 temporarily ( which I hate ). Sometimes I wish I could sum up the courage to earn some money and then take a year off to travel somewhere. Just like Australians.

The Reluctant King

Colin Firth as King George VI

King George VI

              I've watched The King's Speech recently and I thought it was a great movie. Colin Firth, having bagged an Oscar for his role as King George VI, performed beautifully with his stammering. After watching a movie based on a true story, I usually have a tendency to look up the real person portrayed in the movie, and I found a footage of the real King George's speech on YouTube (thank God for that). 

       


        In truth, the King's strangulated speech was much worse than just a stutter. He swallowed entire syllables without producing a sound. The 'k' sound was particularly a challenge to him.


         Until a few decades earlier, doctors were treating stammerers by operating on their tongues, tragically killing some in the process. One doctor even prescribed ballroom dancing as a cure.


          The King, who was formally known as Bertie among his family members, once told Lionel Logue , he'd failed to respond when asked 'What's half of a half?' simply because he was unable to pronounce the word 'quarter'.

Lionel Logue with his wife, Myrtle

 
        Logue always said that helping the King was the greatest work he ever did in his life.

                                                  

King George VI with his family

Man's Best Friend

" The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue." -Anonymous-

"If your dog is fat, you aren't getting enough exercise!!" -Anonymous-

"I hope to be the kind of person my dog thinks I am."  -Anonymous-

 

"Whoever said you can't buy happiness forgot about puppies." -Gene Hill-

"Don't accept your dog's admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful." -Ann Landers-

"It's no coincidence that man's best friend cannot talk." -Anonymous-

Ta Ta....That's all for now.

                                                     

             This is so funny. Dogs can feel guilty too.