Fake a smile

Guess what, I actually don't know who she was till I googled 29+1. And I only wanted to google that because I wanted to find the actual play by Kearan Pang. But I was impressed by Joyce Cheng & Chrissie Chau's acting nonethless.

To say I love this movie, is unlikely. I mean I past that 1st round already. Still remember on Thursday when the 23 year old youngster kept asking everybody (and I meant everybody whether dames en heren) their age to confirm he is the baby, and I actually told him I'm 40. But he had to ask again and I told the actual age. I should have stick with 40 but I didn't want to be the oldest in the group haha. However I think I'm at this stage where I should start preparing to be on my second stage.

But if I really do hit 40, then my accomplishments are pretty pathetic. No children, no career. And no excuses to make on why either have failed. Just like those 29+1 year old girls gathering and talking about marriage or start of the career, I have also been part of gatherings where the talk is always about babies, how to look after them etc, or the peak of their career. Life is challenging when one needs to measure up. So half the time I turned hermit not because I'm not confident of myself but because I'm not fated to be either of the roles. Or at least I told CL that one needs to be fated even to be a mum (even if it is a single mum which so many movies have been on it and making it sound so simple like a risk-free operation. Watched Love Contractually starring Sammi Cheng and you will know it is not that simple.)

Talking about Love Contractually, that is indeed another movie for the 40s ladies. Peak of the career, single who then decided to looking for a tadpole. Failed that but found true love (too happily ever after ending if you asked me). And I guess all women converge in their thinking after a certain age.

Anyway whether 29+1 or 39+1, I guess the most important thing is to learn how to fake a smile, fake a frown. I remembered that scene where Chrissie Chau repeatedly said 'Don't want to go to work' while washing her face, eating breakfast and then putting make-up. But the moment she finished dressing up, she faked a smile and told herself 'Ready for work'.

I know there has been too many suicides of artistes due to depression and that the first sign of depression probably is something like this scene. But then unfortunately most of us have the same symptom of not wanting to get out of the bed (unless we constantly count our lucky stars that we have a choice to get out) because we are too self-conscious of our own selves. But I'm sure we are not all creative genius who will end up becoming tortured genius.