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Saturday, December 11, 2004

When I think of children, I think...

Bittersweet. Ambivalence. Bipolarity.
Still sitting on the fence between the greens of love and hate.

These total opposite feelings quietly arose today when I went to catch a jazz performance by children at the Arts House. As expected, where there are children performing, there are children in the audience.

1. Why I love them children:-
They have amazingly angelic voices when they sing solos that can send shivers down my spine (in a good way). I wish my mum had sent me for vocal lessons when I was younger then maybe I can do more than merely croak at a song. BUT

Why I hate them :-
When the kids sang together, they were practically competing amongst each other who could sing the loudest. The once angelic voices now became so shrill, I thought I was going to go deaf when it came to the high notes.

2. Why I love them children:-
Their innocence and the way they express themselves is simply adorable. Best friend, Grace, and I spotted this cute little girl in the audience, wearing a red jacket with the hood pulled on, dancing and moving along to the music. She looked so sweet and huggable I think I was looking at her "performance" more than watching the musical and chuckling to myself.

Why I hate them:-
When expressing themselves means talking loudly, screaming and kicking my chair during the performance.

So you see, I really cannot make up my mind whether children are likeable.
From my past experiences, they can be really sweet and sugary if they want to. If not, they're really a hell of a nuisance (remember that monster from the ice-skating tragedy?)

[Time of Confession] 11:53 PM
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