New Look

This is the effect of doing nothing at work. I'm giving my blog a make-over. Thanks to Blogskins.

Sweet Memories

I remember my first crush. All the things he loved doing during class break and the few times he greeted me at the hallway and the few smiles he flashed at me. After more than 12 years of not seeing him, I spotted him walking on a street near our house and I still remember him. *blush*

I remember my first admirer. He was a big fat boy. He didn't like doing his homeworks. While I was a geek always getting the highest score in class, he was failing all his subjects. He never listened to class lectures but stared at me instead and I never realized those long stares were signals that he liked me, not until two or three of my classmates and my teacher told me so. Kids can be dense. But after him, I am better.

I remember my first pubic hair. I pulled it out. I wasn't used to having hairs so the first few hair encounters, I pulled it, even if it hurt. A few more days after, three or four more strands appeared. I figure I cannot do this hair-pulling forever. It could get quite out of hand. And we're talking three strands of hair here, that's thrice as painful as to just a strand. I stopped pulling then. I learned that the key is acceptance.

Charity Show (Part II)

Disappointed as I was, I stayed on. I want to continue playing jack-in-the-box and I was hopeful the next performers would be more eye-popping.

When these lazy kids were done, I heard the emcee voiced over "Thank you, let's give these kids a round of applause..."
*applause from the audience*

While I murmured to myself, "Yeah right! and they still expect us to give these lazy kids a round of applause for making noise."

Emcee continued,"These kids are deaf and mute from XXX organization. "

And that's when I realized why they were not synch with each other. :(

Charity Show

Ever watched a charity show where all the performers work probono? I think the fun in watching a charity show is like a jack-in-a-box thing. you'll be surprised what's inside it. While some of the performers can be good, most of them sings out-of-tune it makes you want to cringe and suddenly disappear out in thin air. The chance that you'll come across a good performer is the challenge there. As to the poor performers, I wonder, should they really be performing probono? Or they might as well want to pay us instead, the audience, for willingly spending our precious time watching them make noise?

Last year, I joined my colleagues to watch a charity show. I will never forget the first group of performers that day, a group of kids playing various musical instrument. And when I say various instrument, it simply means drum and xylophone. That's all. Just the two. But that was fine, because it was a free show and they didn't have budget. As long as they can produce something tolerable, I'll gladly sing along with them.

What really got into my nerve was the moment the drummer began beating at a much slower tempo and I bet, whoever hears the music, no matter how musically dumb he is, would know that the drumbeats are out of synch with the xylo. The music, I mean the noise, was disturbing. Seemed like they were separately doing their own stuff. On their own. I condescendingly concluded that these kids were lazy. They did not practice their piece well. Performing for free doesn't give them the right to ruin their performance and being kids doesn't give them excuse to do so. And I was disappointed.

-- To Be Continued --