In Control

I don't know how Tessa K does it. She came to our med revue rehearsal not by bus, car nor bike, but by jogging. And she actually came to choreograph the dancers and she jogged her way back home afterwards. Once, at a party, I asked her how she did it. She giggled and was all coy about it as usual and went 'it's all about being in control. I like being in control'

Being in control sounds too easy but it's been a bit of a whore lately, especially when it comes to making decisions. Should I clean my room? Should I go to the gym? Should I quit drinking? Should I eat dinner? Should I keep singing R&B? Should I stick to rock? It sucks more when you have time on your side. Now that time waits for you, your age, your fatness, your wealth and your career ... they don't wait for you. Bummer!

Watchers.. guards.. you feel quite assured and safe with them around, be it torch light or just a spare battery but my dogs fail at being guards. They ONLY bark to guests or those who are supposed to be entering the house.

Most people say we, Burmese people, look or act young for our age. David( my English friend ) said we're always at ease and we're quite laid back. Little does he know that it's not only human beings in Burma that acts young for their age and are quite laid back. My phoneline's been a bitch lately. Yep, just like a young little teenage chick, it would fluctuate between 'functioning' and 'not functioning'. And just as chilled as we all should be, it doesn't even give a fuck about who's using it and insists itself to being 'malfunctioned'.

So when the phone fixing people came to our house, my heroic four tail waggers barked at them like there's no tomorrow. When it rains, they get scared. When cats fight, they get scared. When "GOOD" people come in the middle of the day, my heroes bark like retards. So, yep.. they didn't come in and I had to pay them the 'fixage' fee on my own at the gate, fearing my dogs would tear them in pieces. Speaking of dog bites, my cousin's husband's cousin (yep, gotta hate the third degree) was bitten by some foam drooling dog and she had to take injections for that. Apparently, the dog bit her, she fell and the dog went back at her and bit her again. Double charge. In Burmese old traditional myth talks, you only get bitten by a dog when you're in bad luck... hmm.. somebody needs a four leaf clover.

So how do I feel about being not a director of Med Revue anymore? DUH, I saw it coming. It's a traditional annual routine. But I surely miss the cast 09 and 08. I was lazing around last night with my phone being a bitch, unable to connect to the internet, thinking about what people might be doing at the AGM and whether it was pretty short and sweet or unnecessarily laggy long like last year. I am not talking about who's what.. but seriously, those who were not in charge should've just gone home early and let those (who had to argue) argue on... they say debates are healthy. Touche!

On another note, I wanna see Maddy and Stephen's show and I wanna see Som's show. Thinking of revue makes me miss them lots.