thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..
Pushing It
I remembered a time ago when I joined some teens program, as a caretaker thing. The teen program was to instigate a sense of awareness of the current issues that teens are facing today; drug, pregnancy, juvenile crimes..u know, stuff that adults can get away with.
Anyway, it was a period of peace where I was being a third party; merely being an invisible pusher where it needs pushing and do nothing more than being a guide or crowd control. As well as make sure no hanky-panky happens at nite.
I was complimented on a job well done by the organiser, but being on a low-dose-of-compliment that month, I merely mumbled a thank you and walked away as I didnt know wat else to say. Mayb I fear the more I speak, the more likely they aint gonna hire me for the next stint.
I was never too sure what to do with compliments from constipated-looking adults; to gloat shamelessly and tickle a person into grinning goofily or to do the norm, smile and said thank u. (In Malaysia, for the chinese culture, the norm reaction after being complimented would be, "No la..where got.." while smiling apologetically and waving at some invisible flies..)
Anyway, I remembered a scene where the teens had to act out a senario where a gal got pregnant and what's the consequences that comes from it.
So my team got a guy to act out the gal's part and prepared him a wig and fake tummy outta newspaper. Then they got tis really tall geeky kid whom in my opinion as rather quiet by nature but really talkative when talked to (either that, he's got a crush on me).
So there we were, acting the scene out (with me standing beside em cause we didnt had much practice and I was supposedly the director), as the tall kid (who was supposedly to be the father of the unborn child) tried to stop the "mum" from aborting the child by hanging on at first to "her" shirt then "her" (muscular) arms then "her" (unseen but muscular) leg, I was there pushing the "father" to see how far he can go.
The ppl surrounding us thought we looked alike the wrestling scene where I was the ref counting as the "father" tried to arm-wrestle "mum's" foot into submission.
It was a weird scene cos there was the geeky "father" and the teacher-looking-ref pounding on the wooden floor shouting "More! More!" and a weird looking "mum" with misshapen boobs and tummy trying to make a getaway (while hanging on to "her" misshapen assets and wig).
When it ended, we bowed and made our due. Everybody grinned goofily and having spontaneus fun.
It was nice seeing bunch of simple kids making their debut at being desperate thespians once a while, even if the audience were just a bunch of adults suffering from hemorroids.
posted by M.E. # 11:54 AM
Anyway, it was a period of peace where I was being a third party; merely being an invisible pusher where it needs pushing and do nothing more than being a guide or crowd control. As well as make sure no hanky-panky happens at nite.
I was complimented on a job well done by the organiser, but being on a low-dose-of-compliment that month, I merely mumbled a thank you and walked away as I didnt know wat else to say. Mayb I fear the more I speak, the more likely they aint gonna hire me for the next stint.
I was never too sure what to do with compliments from constipated-looking adults; to gloat shamelessly and tickle a person into grinning goofily or to do the norm, smile and said thank u. (In Malaysia, for the chinese culture, the norm reaction after being complimented would be, "No la..where got.." while smiling apologetically and waving at some invisible flies..)
Anyway, I remembered a scene where the teens had to act out a senario where a gal got pregnant and what's the consequences that comes from it.
So my team got a guy to act out the gal's part and prepared him a wig and fake tummy outta newspaper. Then they got tis really tall geeky kid whom in my opinion as rather quiet by nature but really talkative when talked to (either that, he's got a crush on me).
So there we were, acting the scene out (with me standing beside em cause we didnt had much practice and I was supposedly the director), as the tall kid (who was supposedly to be the father of the unborn child) tried to stop the "mum" from aborting the child by hanging on at first to "her" shirt then "her" (muscular) arms then "her" (unseen but muscular) leg, I was there pushing the "father" to see how far he can go.
The ppl surrounding us thought we looked alike the wrestling scene where I was the ref counting as the "father" tried to arm-wrestle "mum's" foot into submission.
It was a weird scene cos there was the geeky "father" and the teacher-looking-ref pounding on the wooden floor shouting "More! More!" and a weird looking "mum" with misshapen boobs and tummy trying to make a getaway (while hanging on to "her" misshapen assets and wig).
When it ended, we bowed and made our due. Everybody grinned goofily and having spontaneus fun.
It was nice seeing bunch of simple kids making their debut at being desperate thespians once a while, even if the audience were just a bunch of adults suffering from hemorroids.
posted by M.E. # 11:54 AM
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