waxing lyrical

28 July 2009

That's My Cue

By now everyone my age should know that reality is the bane of life.

So, major boo of the week: I'm stopping tuition with R.

I've been meaning to tell you about her; she's funny.

And fastidious...

... and persistent.

I was teaching her the meaning of 'slab', so I drew a 3D box. She became obsessed with it and drew it during breaks and after tuition for the next couple of lessons. Then I had to teach her about ice cubes.

And a stickler for rules.

And has an eye for detail.

The second drawing is me and my words of wisdom. No, I wasn't crying- that's my hair. Apparently my hair was that damn messy. Those two dots - which, frankly, I think have been drawn too big - are moles.

I'll be handing R over to J, and although it doesn't take a straight A student to teach an eleven-year-old, I'm glad to say that R will be in good hands :).

Watched local production OTOT, which comprised two plays, Full Tank and Botak Boys, with Dora the other day.

While I found Full Tank, which was built around the tired Mas Selamat controversy, to be quite ho-hum, Botak Boys rocked my boat.

Both plays revolved around slapstick humour, crude language and not much of a plot (it might just be me not being used to watching plays, but I feel that there should be an underlying message at the end of every worthy show), but Botak Boys shone thanks to its good vibes and hilarious musical line-ups.

In my humble opinion, Full Tank was scripted in bad taste. I'm sure everyone appreciated the blatant jibes at office politics, but I don't agree with them putting the government's name on it. I found it mean-spirited and pointless.

Botak Boys, on the other hand, was a gay-hearted, good-natured and overall positive yet accurate portrayal of army life. I like how they managed to seamlessly slip in nuggets of relevant information and the musical parts were well-orchestrated. Yep, muscleheads prancing around in tight-fitting shirts and tush-revealing shorts in the style of NS cabaret was definitely the way to go.

I was so impressed with the show that I actually changed my mind about plays - they might actually be worth their hefty pricetags afterall. That, coming from a scrooge, is saying a lot.

At the very heart of all the jitters is this: I'm petrified of change. Change means chances, yes. Chances to fall flat on my face.