Thursday, February 25, 2010

I'm One Of Those

I'm one of those people, whom if you slap on a pair of headphones and pipe in some fantastic music, gets caught up in it all and starts nodding her head, tapping her feet, mouthing the lyrics or moving some part of my body.

Can't help it. Music is infectious. Good music is a waste not to move to.

I'm one of those people who, if I see on the public transport, are oblivious to how annoying their foot-tapping, head-bobbing and lyric-mouthing can be.

I'm so annoying I even irritate myself.

No matter, good music is good music anywhere.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Chasing Lions

Small fry saw her first lion dance today.

I noticed the troupe waiting at the corner of the main entrance to Wheelock and stopped the stroller by the side. Then I thought it would be a good idea for the small fry to catch a lion dance. I asked her if she wanted to watch and she said yes. As a precautionary measure, I explained to her that there would be drums and that it would be loud but that the lions needed the loud drums to dance to. And if she felt that it was too loud at any time, then we'll just leave.

I needn't have worried.

We were standing right by the side of the troupe as they were banging away on the drums and clashing the cymbals. The pair of golden lions strutted and danced around outside the entrance and did their thang: jumped around, peeled and gave out mandarin oranges, plucked and spit out lettuce, and finally bowed and posed for photos with the building management.

The small fry wasn't satisfied with just the main event outside at the entrance. When the troupe got ready to head into Wheelock and proceed to do the building walk-around, she insisted I follow the lions, refusing my counteroffer of a noodle lunch. So we were the troupe's devoted followers (other than the management), tailing along with the small fry clapping her hands enthusiastically while yelling, "Follow, mummy! Faster, faster!"

We tailed the lions and their troupe across all floors of the building (all 6 of them, including 2 basements) and finally when they were done, I had to placate the small fry by telling her the lions needed to rest and that she needed her lunch. And that we'd try to catch them again later or over the weekend.

It being the sixth day of Chinese New Year, I should have expected there'd be more lion dances at the other malls too. As we were walking through Ngee Ann to get to Cineleisure Orchard, I heard the drums reverberate through the mall. I knew I wouldn't be able to bluff my way out of chasing the lions, so I gave in and told the small fry we'd go look for the lions.

We found two different troupes dancing and ushering in the new year at several boutiques and we tailed both of them, one after the other. Small fry didn't find the deafening noise a deterrent; she deftly plugged up her ears with her fingers when the noise got too much to bear. And she insisted on staying till the very end.

I was almost deaf after the performances. The small fry pouted and wanted more.

My daughter, the lion chaser.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

A While In The Dry

It's been silent here for a while. As usual, I've been chasing deadlines, trying to find inspiration and getting caught up in the everyday.

In reflection, let me take you to Steve McCurry.
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