So ends 2006
Experts claim that years still last 365 days on average.
I set the alarm for 7am, but shut my eyes for the ten minutes between then and 7.35am. There was no rush to get to the school concert. We were the 14th act. The rest was the usual thing you expect to see at Chinese school concerts, which meant bunches of skinny girls doing sexy dances (I mean, dances expressing the love of the people for the ancient culture of Cathay); Canto-pop songs that are wetter than a pair of knickers hung out to dry during a typhoon; and more make-up than a caberet act performed by a troupe of drag queens – apart from the foreign teachers who had more sense to daub on anything for so little reason.
Our playlet was about scaring away the devils who would turn up each year to disrupt the Spring Festival. To say that our performance must've been incomprehensible is to put it mildly. I was asked to be the narrator at the start, but because I had a hand-held mic, I needed Glen to hold the mic for me. On the first performance (we did two because there were too many pupils for the hall to hold everyone one simultaneously), we didn't realise that I couldn't be heard, although it sounded all right from where we were. We were then out of order on stage. No one could hear the pupils who were playing the extras and the sounds which were meant to frighten the devils weren't loud enough. We tried to fix some of these problems in the second performance. On the other hand, there were even more pupils in the hall the second time which meant that our devils couldn't come up the aisle.
The Guardian was back this morning, although it was slow to load. The IMDb was also available and quite fast. Spaces is a little too wobbly (and slow) for regular use at the moment, which means that I'm likely to continue with this as the main blog for the moment. The slowness of some sites appears to be exacerbated by third-party content which isn't getting through.
I set the alarm for 7am, but shut my eyes for the ten minutes between then and 7.35am. There was no rush to get to the school concert. We were the 14th act. The rest was the usual thing you expect to see at Chinese school concerts, which meant bunches of skinny girls doing sexy dances (I mean, dances expressing the love of the people for the ancient culture of Cathay); Canto-pop songs that are wetter than a pair of knickers hung out to dry during a typhoon; and more make-up than a caberet act performed by a troupe of drag queens – apart from the foreign teachers who had more sense to daub on anything for so little reason.
Our playlet was about scaring away the devils who would turn up each year to disrupt the Spring Festival. To say that our performance must've been incomprehensible is to put it mildly. I was asked to be the narrator at the start, but because I had a hand-held mic, I needed Glen to hold the mic for me. On the first performance (we did two because there were too many pupils for the hall to hold everyone one simultaneously), we didn't realise that I couldn't be heard, although it sounded all right from where we were. We were then out of order on stage. No one could hear the pupils who were playing the extras and the sounds which were meant to frighten the devils weren't loud enough. We tried to fix some of these problems in the second performance. On the other hand, there were even more pupils in the hall the second time which meant that our devils couldn't come up the aisle.
The Guardian was back this morning, although it was slow to load. The IMDb was also available and quite fast. Spaces is a little too wobbly (and slow) for regular use at the moment, which means that I'm likely to continue with this as the main blog for the moment. The slowness of some sites appears to be exacerbated by third-party content which isn't getting through.
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