Moonlight Resonance

In class:
Student: Miss Kinsan, you look tired. Are you ok?
Me: No, I'm not ok. I haven't had enough sleep.
Student: Oh... is it because of work?
Me: No. It's because I have been watching Moonlight Resonance (a TVB serial) till the wee hours of the morning.
Students: Yeah... we totally understand.

Seriously, you won't understand unless you've watched this particular serial. Having watched it in the last 5 days (and I'm already at Episode 37 of 40), I'm already feeling like a junkie. It's like shooting heroin into my blood stream, I can never get enough of it. I tell myself every night, "this will be my last for the night" and it won't be until I finish another 2 more episodes. I'm totally addicted to Moonlight Resonance.



I'll echo with the rest that it is a great show. It's so engaging that out of 5 nights, I've dreamt about the show twice - once where the characters became part of my dream, and the other where I was one of the characters in the drama. It's definitely giving me more morning blues than ever. I got to work for class. I drove at 80km/j on the fast lane. I was most of the time disoriented.

But have you ever wondered what is it with such obsession for Chinese serials? Well, I have. Not only wondered but studied, researched, and wrote a paper about it too! Seriously! (I majored in Media Analysis back in uni).

There are 2 possible reasons: these larger than life serials are (1) a portrayal of lives that we can never live but dream to have, and (2) a portrayal of lives that are reflective of our true selves, but only less magnified and most of the time disguised.

And true enough, minus the drama, the good looks, the bad lucks, the exaggerations, the coincidences, the over the top lifestyles, in Moonlight Resonance, I find pieces of myself in the characters. It's like seeing myself in the drama. And Daniel even concurred that I'm no different from the evil stepmother. Not a pleasing comment at all, but I partially agree with him. I probably possess 0.0253% of her evilness.

Anyway, final note to self: MUST FINISH THE FINAL 3 EPISODES TONIGHT, and I'll be over and done with this.

Unless you're stupid or something, getting the message isn't hard

I was dissed by my favorite doctor. Alright, maybe I dissed him instead.

I was at his clinic wanting to buy some cream for my ezcema. And it cost me RM12. I gave the nurse RM50 but she said she didn't have change for that. I told her the same - either RM50 or RM100. She gave me a poker face and said 'No' and walked away.

Fine, I thought it's one of those business practice where they try to keep as much small change as possible for emergency purposes. I waited for another nurse to come by and shove the RM50 to her. Again, my note was rejected.

I stood there inrelentlessly. I wasn't going to move until someone gives me my change and cream! Well, not until my doctor saw me. He wasn't stern but made it clear that he doesn't have change and that was final. I got his message.

I left the clinic to do a little unnecessary shopping just to break my money. Of course I did walked out from there with my cream and also a lesson learnt - that it's no rocket science to get the message.

Seriously, when someone tells you that they don't have it, or stop calling because I don't know, or call someone else instead of me NUMEROUS TIMES, you better get the message. Unless of course you are stupid or something.

I hate holidays

Sleeping in.

Googling.

Channel surfing.

Meeting people.

Munching.

Facebooking.

Channel surf again.

2 hours nap.

Googling again.

Catching up with the Carebears like twice in a week.

Movies.

A week in life of a teacher who's on a break. Frankly, I hate holidays. I hate the fact that I'm not working. And I hate going to the malls and holidays when the whole world is there. I dislike crowds. I dislike having to wait. (You're reading about someone who only goes to the hair saloon when the whole world is working).

I am a workaholic. I don't know what will become of me when December comes.

Too pretty

It's one of those days when I've things (like work) to do but slacks it because the Internet is way too interesting. This is the day.

I've been online way too many hours looking at mostly very important websites - my friend's boutique's website, my ex-schoolmate's online boutique website, my students' online boutique website.

There are too many pretty things in the world.

On another note, I'm heading to Singapore again this December. I'm gonna ikat pinggan for the next few months just so I've enough greenbacks to use.

Quotation

Chin up. Put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds: celebrate them. The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor. You're in a lion fight, Stevens. Just because you didn't win doesn't mean you don't know how to roar.

Dr Richard Webber to Izzie Stevens

Mamma Meeeee...... yahhhhhh

My honey honey and I finally caught this yesterday (yes, i know, we are like so yesterday). Believe me, I'll watch this over and over again.

About 5 years ago, I was at its musical with some friends in Perth, and it was oh marvelous, marvelous. The stage, the songs, the energy, the dancing, the colors. And at the end of the musical, we all stood up and started dancing while they did their finale songs. I was so tempted to do the same yesterday at the cinema. haha

I love the setting. Oh, maybe it's too bias to say how friendly the villa looks and spectacular the sea is because I love beach more than the shopping malls. Seriously. With all the singing, and dancing, and fairy lights, and not to mention the sea. Oh... I'd want to spend my whole life there. Did I mention how i love the beach more than the shopping malls?

And the spontaneity of it too. Having watched Rendition and Devil's Wear Prada, Meryl Streep is the last person I expect to break out dancing and singing in movies. She was extremely spontaneous all throughout. Though she looked gawky when she first did those moves on the pier and the roof of the goat house, this only shows how versatile she is as an actress. Apparently, she decided to do this movie to humiliate her children. If I were her daughter, i WILL crawl into a hole! But she's lovely.

Amanda Seyfried is amazing too. From being a plastic in The Mean Girls and now a love-struck 20-year-old, I've to applause her for the kind of energy she brings into the show. Alright, she sings well and she looks great too. But to act alongside Meryl Streep, the goddess of moviedom, is no easy pull. You can really see the connection between these 2 ladies. And they 2 seemed to have a lot, a lot of fun.

And if this is not enough to convince you, my honey honey, who loves indulging himself in Beowolf, Alien vs Predator, Rambo, and any other movies with sidekicks, killing, attacking, karate-chops, was seen humming Dancing Queen the whole night long.

Bummer

I really love my job. I'm not sure if it's the young ones that I like. Or is it the sense of satisfaction when they improve. Or because I get to move them around. Or the nobility of it. I really don't know, but I have no complains at all. Despite the stacking essays that needs to be marked. Nor dealing with hyperactive students for 10 hours straight, I still love my job.

But what bothers me is when people start getting political in the organization. I understand that every man is for themselves. In fact, I'm like that too. It's just that in this situation now, I'm in no position to play for myself yet. I'm merely the wall between these parties.

Oh, bummer!