Films I Wish To Act In

Since I can remember, I always adored the movies and theatre. It’s properly one of the main reasons why I wanted to try and choose acting as an career (as well as being a writer). Since I’ve been and currently performing on stage, I’ve always wanted to try out for new things. I’m not afraid of performing and as an individual, I want to push myself and say, “Gigi, you’ve done yourself proud, for you have achieved this task today!” So if I had any opportunity to perform whilst I’m studying at Drama school and afterwards, I would been very keen to be in shows or films:

  • St Trianians 3

I loved the St Trianians Films when I was teen and I still love them now. In my mind, I always wanted to be a Posh Totty. I’ve no idea why, but I just the idea of this group; to me, it spells F-U-N!

  • James Bond

I’ve loved the Bond movies too. If I had a opportunity, I would try for a villain role. Again, it sounds F-U-N, like your going on a roller coaster ride.

  • Tarzan

No words to say on this one, just looking for adventure…

  • We Will Rock You

W.W.R.Y is one of my favourite musicals of all time and I feel it’ll be nice to be apart of something that celebrates the iconic music from one of the famous British bands of all time.

  • Wicked

This is my second favourite musical… PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE….
I’m not sure if they’ll ever happen in my lifetime but I can only keep believing, as I know the right ones will come along. 

What’s your ideal dream movie/show you want to be in? I would love to hear in the comments below. 

I know I’m not very talkative today and I do apologise, but I promise I’ll write another, proper blog as soon as I can. Until then…

Best wishes,
Gigi xx

Waiting For A Rainbow: Catching Dreams – 9th June 2015

                                                                                                                                                                         9th June 2015

Half-term has been and gone; I had to go into Drama school, but luckily it was only for a day. On the last Friday of May, my Mum and I managed to go away for a small weekend holiday to the South West coast of England. My eldest cousin, Freya lives down there as well as my Uncle and Auntie. They just recently moved after my Uncle came out of retirement last year. Their house is stunning; its in a village, the middle of the countryside, with wondrous landscapes of farmland and (what I think it might be) a deserted part of bridge from an old railway line. It is truly remarkable. For the entire weekend, they have been brilliant hosts; they showed us the nearby towns, beaches and a private bluebell wood on the borders of Somerset where my uncle cuts wood before turning it into furniture or wooden bird boxes. My uncle even took me star gazing; there we saw the moon, and it’s lunar craters, half of Venus, stars tailing behind planets, and patterns (through the microscope; the one star I saw had a beautiful pattern, forming as a Celtic cross) and Jupiter. Jupiter was incredible; looking up close with the White ball and two reddish orange strips, you would think that it was a giant marble.

My weekend away was amazing. I didn’t want to leave; I wanted to say forever and ever. But I couldn’t, as I had to go back to Drama school.

Lately, Drama school has been a fair mixture but at the moment, I’m experiencing some negativity. This negative experience is due to not being respected. Every time I am talking, delivering a speech, etc., I find that my peers are laughing at my warm up vocals (were I yawn loudly and stretch to increase my energy) or laughing at something else, or talking whilst I’m sharing or delivering pieces of work. I’ve been through these situations before when I was at school, so I’m no stranger to being invisible.

Also, I’ve noticed this week and last week that my anxiety have increased unexpectedly. I tired everything; breathing excerises, mediation, etc. But nothing’s working. I don’t know why this keeps on happening – it just appears from out of the blue. Everything like keeping with work, trying to work hard and socialising with my peers whilst working has made me feel stressed, tired and now, I’m ill.

I almost fainted during a dance lesson today, due to anxiety and lack of confidence. Now, I’m in bed, resting. Am I pushing myself too much? Am I lacking in work? I know something’s wrong with me and my world, I feel, is crumbling down, brick by brick. I don’t know what to do – the written work seems fine and my friends are talking to me. I just don’t understand myself.

Waiting For A Rainbow – Catching Dreams – Monday 25th May 2015

Monday 25th May

All this talk of bad experiences yesterday has made me realise something – that no matter how tough life is, you’ve got those who will make you smile.

At Drama school, I have some who do just that. It’s important because when we get to our second year and perform a final show together next summer, we have to be strong and make each day count. Sure, we will have our good days or bad, but we need to always be with each other. Whither it’s cheering someone up when they have stage fright, help with stage movements (without arguing or getting annoyed with them) or just simply smiling and be friendly.

The other day, I felt extremely sick after I overdid myself. When some of my peers realised this, they came to the rescue. They brought me a glass of water to drink, fanned me, and poured water onto my neck to cool me down, checked to see if I was alright and stayed with me until my Dad came to pick me up. They’re really thoughtful to do this and they didn’t have to. But since they insisted, I could I say “no”? Poor Jacob looked in shock when one of the teachers had asked me to fetch me water. I could tell he was worried because he had never seen me sick before. Bless him, though; he’s got a heart of gold just like all the others who helped. 😊

However, it’s also important to consider standing up for yourself, which is the process I’m doing right now. It may not be easy but it’s the risk I have to take. You can do this, Georgina Latimer. You can do this! 😊

Waiting For A Rainbow: Catching Dreams – Tuesday 19th May 2015

Tuesday 19th May

Social life has been crap today. I’m too stressed, upset and confused; I can’t even look at last week’s roses anymore and I had to bin them.

I can’t talk to anyone, not even for advice. I can’t trust myself for speaking to Ann or any of my friends. I feel I want to run away, but I can’t; I’m so afraid to stand up for myself. I just don’t know what to do. Should I write a letter or should I write something down, then talk to him? I don’t know if I can take on this. My mum says that I’m an adult, but inside, I’m just a kid who is longing for advice. Oh my god, I feel like crying again. I don’t know what to do. 😥


Hello, everyone. 

Gigi here. Now, this is a different post to what I’m used too, but I’ve always wanted to do something like this. This post is inspired from the videos of PointlessBlog and Zoella, two YouTubers of mine who I really, really, greatly admire. In their videos, they talk about their first time doing or facing experiences in the past, I.e, their first time at the cinema. So, I decided to try this out for myself. I scrolled through th Internet and copied and pasted questions everyone has asked and here are my answers. If you guys think it’s about “you know what”, it’s not. So, you have nothing to worry about:

Who was the first person who you cared more about their well being than your own?

My cousin and friend, Ann. I can’t remember what it was, but I’m pretty sure it was when she was doing her A Level finals. I was doing my GCSEs around the same time.

When was your first public speaking success?

Gosh, that’s a tough one. I guess it has to be my first English Speaking Board Examination. When I was younger, I attended the Arden School of Speech and Drama. Every Autumn to Winter, my teacher would enrol her pupils to do these exams. I think I was sixteen at this time. In my exam, I talked about my favourite West End singer, Kerry Ellis, my favourite book – “Running Wild” by Michael Morpurgo and I had to talk about an issue from a newspaper article. (I can’t remember it though.) My final result was a Distinction.

When was the first time you got stitches?

The first time I had a side stitch was when I was eight. My Primary school headteacher made my peers and myself do cross country runs on our local bottom fields (which were large; larger than Wembley Stadium). I wasn’t fantastic at it. I was a very fat child, but I wasn’t obese but the problem was my heart. I was born through c-section, four weeks before my mother’s due date and because of this, one of my lungs (I think it’s my left) wasn’t developed properly. After runs, my heart will pound extremely fast, get really bad chest pains and the agonising stitches on my left hip. My headteacher did nothing and continued to make me run cross country. Because of this, I had to see a doctor from Great Ormond Street Hospital to come to my local hospital and do ultrasound scans on my heart. Luckily, I didn’t need surgery and after Primary, the appointments carried on until I was seventeen.

What was the first thing you learned to cook?

I think I learnt how to cook Shepard’s pie at home. I still love my pies…

What was your first paying job?

Working in my old school cafeteria. I was in Sixth Form when the staff were looking for students who were willing to give up their free lunch breaks to help in the cafeteria. It sucked; I was given little experience since I couldn’t handle the important stuff. Most of the time, I was made to wash the dishes, pots, and pans and the pay was poor too.

When was the first time you flew on an aeroplane?

I was four when I first flew on an aeroplane; my parents and I were on holiday to Canada, as my Dad had cousins up there. And I could remember my Dad, surprising me by coming to see the pilots cabin and watching the sun rise whilst we were flying in the air. It was breath-taking and I will never forget that moment. Of course that was before the 9/11 attacks; I know pilots won’t allow visitors to go to the front of the plane now.

What was the first concert you went to see?

My first concert was seeing Santana at the 02 Arena. I was fourteen at the time; not long after, I had a chance to see Tina Turner (at the 02 again). I haven’t been to another concert since then, as my parents don’t like the venue.

What was the first professional sporting event you went to?

My first event was a football match; I went to see Watford FC playing against Converty, with my local London Brownie Girl Guide group. I was nine at the time. We were invited, specially by the football team. In one way, it was a trip, but Watford lost that day.

How old where you when you had your first kiss?

I was fifteen when I had my first kiss. It was at a friend’s party and we were playing truth or dare. The person I was kissed was a secondary friend of hers – just a total stranger. I was enthusiastic about it at the time as I never kissed a boy before, but the kiss was awful; I guess he didn’t enjoy either, poor lad.

How old where you when you got your first computer?

I was sixteen when I got my first computer. It was an old one my parents used and they were having a new one, so they thought I could have a computer to focus on my studies.

What was the first Youtube video you ever watched?

My first YouTube video I watched was Fred Goes to the Dentist. I was fourteen and I saw this while at a party at a peers house; that was when I began a long term relationship with YouTube. I wonder if the company’s popped the question yet? (J.K.)

Who was the first person you subscribed to on YouTube?

I can’t remember but I think it was Fred… 

What was your first alcoholic drink? 

My first drink was champagne. I can’t remember when I had it, though. It must have been at a wedding.

Who was your first pet?

My first pet were two kittens; sisters from the same litter. I adored them so much. I could remember playing football and sharing crisps with them. They were like my BBF’s. Sadly, one of the sisters died of mysterious circumstances when she was two. I still have the other sister whose doing expectantly well. She’s happy as Larry, but she be really bossy at times. Despite this, I really, really love her. 😊

Who was your first celebrity crush?

My first celebrity crush was Daniel Radcliffe (and still is, hehehe). 

Where was your first sleepover? 

The first sleepover I can remember was at my Godmother’s house. My mum was working on a night shift during this time and my Godmother said she could look after me. I loved seeing my Godmother; she’s really fun to have around and I had a wonderful time. I can also remember playing the scales in her kitchen. I don’t why but I used to love the smell of copper. I would frequently smell the scent once I had touched it with my fingers. Maybe I was a weird kid back then. 
The rest of the sleepovers I had (with friends) weren’t fantastic. When I was younger, I would get homesick a lot. It was really bad, but I’m okay with it now.

What was the first thing you did this morning? 

I watched YouTube videos (like I always do). 

What was the first movie you remember seeing?

My first movie I can remember seeing is Disney’s Tarzan. I was five when my Mum took me to the cinema to see this film. And I can remember being really quiet and just looking at the screen from start to finish; the scene I can mostly remember is when Tarzan and Jane put their palms together for the first time. My fascination of Tarzan has grown ever since and I hope that I’ll find my own Tarzan one day. 😊

What was the first sport you were involved in?

My first sport was swimming. I used to adore it when my Dad took me out every Sunday. We would go to my local leisure centre, swim, and play in the pool and have chips in the local cafe afterwards. When I was eight, I joined an organisation called the Special Olympics and I competed in a swimming regional. I was one of the youngest competitors and I managed to gain three gold medals – two for me and one for my local team. It was one of the most proudest days of my life. I haven’t competed since, but I go swimming from time to time. 

What was my first piercing? 

My first piercing was my ears. I had them done at the grand old age of eighteen. It was really painful but the pain has been worth it because now, I have lots of earrings (I’m also an earring-holic!) 😆

Well, that’s it, I hope you enjoyed enjoyed reading this post. I have head off now otherwise I’ll be late. What was your first experiences? Please share them in the comments below. 

Things I Find Difficult To Put In Writing

I enjoy creative writing. Like so many wonderful bloggers, it is a great passion of mine. However, what bothers me is how difficult it is to plan, think and write lyrics, stories, etc. Why? Why does everything have to be so hard? Why do you have to try again, after checking and re-writing page after page of work?

True, it is a pain. Indeed, it is hard. But is all the work really worth it? At present, I’m writing a novel and lyrics for a song for Drama school. Both of these pieces are in their infant stages, so it’ll be interesting to see how they turn out.

Is it hard to put stuff into writing? Well, I guess we’ll have to wait and see.