The Pimple Years
I managed to catch 'The Pimple Years',a trilingual authentically Malaysian play by Mark D'Silva yesterday with my housemate at the Actors Studio Greenhall.Despite a rather draggy ending,i'll have to say that it was a promising effort on the part of the director and the actors(an all girl cast except for Mark) .Not that i've seen many.
'The Pimple Years' touched on interpersonal relationships with friends,mothers,spouses and the kampung pat poh(this was exceptionally well done) which gets you thinking about your own life and relationships with your surrounding.At least I was reminded of my mum.Especially the part where James' mum nags him from the PC table(she's on IRC,cool eh?) when he's about to use the phone saying,"i'm going to use the phone after i cook,ah?Dont hang so long".my mum says the same thing in the morning;that she wants to use the phone in the evening or that she's expecting a call later at night,god forbid i go near the phone at dawn.like im gonna talk from sunrise to sunset.
The phone has always been an issue at home.and the phone bill.everyone goes glum when mr postman brings the phone bill.of course,my dad justs scolds my mum for letting us yak on the phone for so long.maybe coz she doesnt answer back,like what all of us do.Sometimes i feel bad for mum,she's always the one getting it;when pat doesnt complete her homework,when we're late for school,when we screw up our papers,when either of us are rude and when we watch too much of tv.he accuses her of giving us too much face.suddenly,there's only one parent.
there was once in F5 when i made a hp call to a friend of mine and spoke for an amount of rm8 something,i think.when the bill came,dad blew his top.when he asked me who it was,i almost died coz i knew i'd get thrashed if i told him it was a guy.so i just said "a friend" and guess what mr smarty pants did?called the guy up and asked him who he was n y he was talking to me.i wanted to curl up and die in embarassment.i didnt go to church that week,trying to avoid him.thank goodness he was cool with it.
dad hates seeing us on the phone.basically he thinks all girls have pointless conversations,which i have come to realise, is quite true.but thats what makes it fun.imagine how interesting a conversation about the next election would be?exactly.
He'd be like,"get off the phone".and i'd say "10 mins".and after 10 mins he'd say,"times up" and i'd just stare at him,and go on.he walks off.and the next thing i know,he'd pick up the other phone n just listen,till i get uncomfortable(which is instantaneous) and end the call.Thats precisely how we start our arguments.his points?"u see her in tuition,u see her in church,same cathecism class,same school,same class,hang out together before and after tuition,and yet u havent run out on things to say to each other?"My answer?"no."the Door slams.and behind it,i hear him scolding my mum.
but that was long ago though.havent had major arguments with my parents since i started uni,which is a good thing.just lil frictions.beneath it all,my parents are amazing people.i guess you could say they're kinda cool.well,my mum sure is...but dad can be a lil blurr and conservative sometimes,but he's got a fairly good sense of humour which i would never admit to him.i think he'd get quite perasan.already after his silly jokes(of which my mom is their greatest fan) he says things like,"see my wit".Here's one:ali went to the sundry shop and on the way he met abu.abu asked ali where he was going,and ali said,"pergi kedai".Abu then asked,'kenapa?'to which ali replied,"nak beli ubat nyamuk".Abu then asked,"kenapa,nyamuk kamu sakit ke?"
It isnt that funny,but what naver fails to put a smile on my face is the fact that he thinks his jokes are very amusing,which by itself is quite amusing.there are a few good ones though,but nothing's coming to my head right now.there are also times when he and my uncles would compose their own silly jokes over a few cans of beer during some family gathering or other.
Shasha has taken over my old self now,half her waking hours around the house are full of grimaces and frowns.i hope she grows out of it.soon.then it'll be phillip n then pat.oh,those crazy hormonal teenage years.if i were my parents,i would have kicked us all out a long time ago.no joke.
see where i went with this?it started with the play...anyway,the play is coming to KL and Ipoh after xmas.do go catch it if you can.its rm25,but if u bring a valid ID,the student price is rm15.if u think its rather pricey,then think of the storyline.it wins hands down to the matrix.
'The Pimple Years' touched on interpersonal relationships with friends,mothers,spouses and the kampung pat poh(this was exceptionally well done) which gets you thinking about your own life and relationships with your surrounding.At least I was reminded of my mum.Especially the part where James' mum nags him from the PC table(she's on IRC,cool eh?) when he's about to use the phone saying,"i'm going to use the phone after i cook,ah?Dont hang so long".my mum says the same thing in the morning;that she wants to use the phone in the evening or that she's expecting a call later at night,god forbid i go near the phone at dawn.like im gonna talk from sunrise to sunset.
The phone has always been an issue at home.and the phone bill.everyone goes glum when mr postman brings the phone bill.of course,my dad justs scolds my mum for letting us yak on the phone for so long.maybe coz she doesnt answer back,like what all of us do.Sometimes i feel bad for mum,she's always the one getting it;when pat doesnt complete her homework,when we're late for school,when we screw up our papers,when either of us are rude and when we watch too much of tv.he accuses her of giving us too much face.suddenly,there's only one parent.
there was once in F5 when i made a hp call to a friend of mine and spoke for an amount of rm8 something,i think.when the bill came,dad blew his top.when he asked me who it was,i almost died coz i knew i'd get thrashed if i told him it was a guy.so i just said "a friend" and guess what mr smarty pants did?called the guy up and asked him who he was n y he was talking to me.i wanted to curl up and die in embarassment.i didnt go to church that week,trying to avoid him.thank goodness he was cool with it.
dad hates seeing us on the phone.basically he thinks all girls have pointless conversations,which i have come to realise, is quite true.but thats what makes it fun.imagine how interesting a conversation about the next election would be?exactly.
He'd be like,"get off the phone".and i'd say "10 mins".and after 10 mins he'd say,"times up" and i'd just stare at him,and go on.he walks off.and the next thing i know,he'd pick up the other phone n just listen,till i get uncomfortable(which is instantaneous) and end the call.Thats precisely how we start our arguments.his points?"u see her in tuition,u see her in church,same cathecism class,same school,same class,hang out together before and after tuition,and yet u havent run out on things to say to each other?"My answer?"no."the Door slams.and behind it,i hear him scolding my mum.
but that was long ago though.havent had major arguments with my parents since i started uni,which is a good thing.just lil frictions.beneath it all,my parents are amazing people.i guess you could say they're kinda cool.well,my mum sure is...but dad can be a lil blurr and conservative sometimes,but he's got a fairly good sense of humour which i would never admit to him.i think he'd get quite perasan.already after his silly jokes(of which my mom is their greatest fan) he says things like,"see my wit".Here's one:ali went to the sundry shop and on the way he met abu.abu asked ali where he was going,and ali said,"pergi kedai".Abu then asked,'kenapa?'to which ali replied,"nak beli ubat nyamuk".Abu then asked,"kenapa,nyamuk kamu sakit ke?"
It isnt that funny,but what naver fails to put a smile on my face is the fact that he thinks his jokes are very amusing,which by itself is quite amusing.there are a few good ones though,but nothing's coming to my head right now.there are also times when he and my uncles would compose their own silly jokes over a few cans of beer during some family gathering or other.
Shasha has taken over my old self now,half her waking hours around the house are full of grimaces and frowns.i hope she grows out of it.soon.then it'll be phillip n then pat.oh,those crazy hormonal teenage years.if i were my parents,i would have kicked us all out a long time ago.no joke.
see where i went with this?it started with the play...anyway,the play is coming to KL and Ipoh after xmas.do go catch it if you can.its rm25,but if u bring a valid ID,the student price is rm15.if u think its rather pricey,then think of the storyline.it wins hands down to the matrix.
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