Watching Drama to get into good School

             The Dramas to watch...

Master of Study (2010)

Dragon Zakura (2005)

    
          
            Well, the premise is similar in both version. Both is a tale about a new Teacher who makes it his mission to get a handful of students into a ivy league college.

            "Dragon Zakura" is Japanese Drama the "Master of Study" is Korean drama. I originally watched the Japanese version "Dragon Zakura" first so maybe that's why I like it a little more than "Master of Study." Either way, If you find yourself procrastinating why not just watch one of these dramas. Just put your books away and give-GIVE!!! yourself to the power of drama. After a day or two you'll be done (if you don't sleep) with the show and then you can get back to studying or finishing up that long essay. Hey, trust me you'll learn something from drama like I did (and people say television is bad for you).

               The very first time I learn about memory trick was from Dragon Zakura when the teacher showed his students how to remember random list by connecting them with visual pictures. By giving meaning, your mind tend to remember the words or phrases. After that I found myself searching and learning about Mnemonics and read about people with incredible memories. Then in few months I find myself practising first seeing how my mind remember images and using that to connect random numbers starting at 1 (to Tree), 2 (to Noah), and so on. I was so hooked and influence by the drama I too tried hard to get into a good college.

                  I don't mean that these two drama will somehow radically change your lives and get you into Harvard. But I do believe that everything we experience and do add something to our self being. So if your going to watch something, why not watch these dramas. You never know, you may be inspired to learn and you too may enter a prestigious school.









           

The Other Me

A short Prologue of a book I am writing.

               A glint of white light flash across his eyes and he darted away just in time to avoid the shot that rang after. Randal Marks did not expect company. Not so quick anyway. The stranger kept shooting at the wall where Marks had managed to dive to and used for cover. After a short while the gun fire stopped but Marks heard the familiar un-clipping sound. No doubt reloading for second round. Marks pulled out his nine millimeter, a standard for the department of Wendell Police. But he held his finger away from the trigger. There was no way he was going to fire. That meant leaving a clear sign that his gun was used and bullets to prove it. Not something he wanted.

                

         There was no option to run. The small apartment had one room where the stranger had fired his gun from, sure enough to sounding the police. Marks was stuck in the kitchen and as far as he could see there was no window big enough to jump. But with the apartment being on the fifth floor he didn't like the odds of diving feet first.

           “Can we talk?” Marks called out. He wondered afterwards why he even asked. Like the guy who was shooting at you would be happy to chat. But he had to do something. With the police on the way time was running out.

         “Sure why don't we. Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?”

        Great that voice, Marks thought. He definitely knew his assailant now. The very man he planned to set up; James Monroe.

          “Do cops usually shoot first then ask question?” Marks said and slide the kitchen knife he found on the counter into his sleeve.

          “If you know I'm the police, why don't you come out, hands up, slowly.” Monroe said and Marks notice that the voice was low. Surely to mask the fact that Monroe was inches away from the wall.

          “I remind you officer. I am unarmed.” Marks put his gun into his hoister and walked hands up, backward toward Monroe. A very naive thing to do showing your back to your enemy.

         “Turn around” Monroe shouted, but Marks took little notice and inched further closer. “Turn around and let me look at you.”

          “Hey now.” Marks said calmly. “As you can see I have nothing in my hands. My gun is in the hoister on my belt.”

        Monroe came close. “I know you don't I?”

        Marks turn his head to the side to give the man a good look and also took the chance to see how close the man was. Monroe smirked and shove the gun to his head.

         “Wrong move rookie. I'll be sure to be sad when I tell the brass that you died mistaken as a trespasser."

        

         When Monroe got close to reach for Marks weapon Monroe only managed to get a shot out before all Marks heard was a gargle sound from his open throat.