Noooo!!! I knew that!
Are you still acting? I think perhaps you gave that up years ago, but can’t recall what you were doing in Ireland - besides getting me to confuse you with Ruadh (till I found out was a Glasgow Celtic supporting American woman!!)
Hey!
I liked Ella Enchanted.
pats FRM
I understand. Some of my family’s like that too. You’re not alone in your misery. 
You’re apologizing for being in a mood when your username’s Ogre?? 
OGRE SMASH!
So… What did you get for your TER? Your future is important you know. You should have studied harder! Art? What use is Art? Why don’t you get yourself a real degree? What are you going to do for a job? You know Ah Leung down the road? Her son got 99.85 and did medicine. Now he make enough money to buy big house out east.
When are you going to find a nice boy to settle down with? I want some nice grandchildren before I’m too old to play with them. How come you didn’t keep up with your piano? You were so good with it! You should feel grateful, back in the old country, we had no piano. I didn’t even see a car until I was your age.
Shalmanese - Who has Chinese parents
Counting a reference to the line but not necessarily the entire line…
FREAKS
Michael Tolkin’s THE PLAYER (spoken by Lyle Lovett)
Disney’s RECESS (when Spinelli is forced to join the Ashleys SCANDALOUS!)
I do identify with the OP as I’m a right-wing C’tian who can see both sides & also likes dark movies & books- so I’m too C’tian for the non-C’tians, not spiritual enough/too dark for the C’tians, too liberal for the Righties & too Righty for the liberals. And I know more obscure irrelevant things that most people do, also.
But I do try to be friendly & winsome- and I enjoyed HITCHHIKERS and CHICKEN LITTLE!
But NEW YORK MINUTE?!?! The slayings would begin & no jury would convict me!
Well, unless the only other movie option was COOL WORLD. Then, I’d pick NYM.
FRM, hang in there. I get exactly what you’re talking about sez China Guy, who is a gweiloh but has Chinese in-laws.
My god, the lost 12th tribe of Hebrews became Chinese?
What the hell? Mom? :eek:
::runs away::
Eh?
Roffles. I guess I should feel glad that my parents only moan about my choices behind my back.
Seriously, though - I have six cousins on my dad’s side, and eighteen on my mom’s. I’ve lived most of my life in Hong Kong - they’re Singaporean and Indonesian respectively - travelled widely and attended international schools, where I was taught the Ways of the West by gweilos/gaijin, take your pick.
The annual amily gatherings are a nightmare. The adults have it out in the living room or garden, whichever is more spacious, and those in my generation are usually squeezed into a room and left to talk about the stuff kids of our age talk about.
Pop stars. So yes, Jay Chow and friends. My Mandarin is flawless; I speak several dialects and can affect a great variety of accents. But I cannot understand what the sonuvabitch is mumbling on about. Church! I’m an apatheist, I can deal. Only I am struck dumb when it is my turn to tell them about how the light or blight of Christ has brought new meaning to my life. TV! Hey, maybe we can bond over this! But Indonesia doesn’t get American or Hong Kong TV, and Singapore gets everything about two decades late. What’s that? A funny new show called Scrubs? You don’t say! The conversation turns to family gossip. Now this really just might work - if my corner of the family tree doesn’t just happen to be the boring, quiet one. There is little one can contribute after such gems as Big Cousin’s newly-rediscovered criminal record and Big Butt Aunt (married)'s latest fling are shared and dutifully, gingerly discussed.
When, after what feels like thirty-six years, give or take a year, we finally disperse. The cousins publicly accuse me of being too silent and uninterested to the adults. Father gives hearty scolding, calls me a ridiculous snob and sentences me to no Internet for the remainder of our stay.
Then I go into my room, contemplate suicide for a while and cry.
So yeah, FRM, I get it.
Reference to Shalmanese’s post, FRM. It’s the same thing. “Claudia’s son Myron, he’s a doctah!” Probably why I like Margaret Cho’s comedy so much.