Closest to Interrogation.

"Follow me". She gestured me to follow her tail, leading up to a deserted looking room. She switched on the CCTV computers.

"Sit down." I did. Her serious expression, or more like the lack of it, made me sit. It did not help that the urge to get home quick nagged at the back of my head.

She shuffled around some books, flipped open a page and made me write down the details. Name, time, date.

Silence.

I flicked my eyes to the previous idiot's details, only three days apart. He had written down all the contents.

I looked at her and said, "Would you like me to list down all the contents?" A nod of approval and I was on a roll.

" I have my identity card, licence, a business card from so and so from so and so company, bla bla bla number of bla bla bla notes, can't remember the exact amount of coins, 3 names tags bearings these names, a 'tag sesi', a school tag and even a safety pin!"

( All in italic was written so fro privacy issues).

Quite and unsung was her response. She didn't flinch. She was not impressed. She probably heard this a thousand times. "Full address, house phone number and identity card number".

I wrote, she read. Then she begin to mark the details, as if it was an English essay. Emptying the contents, she made me count the coins, marking the total. When all was specified, she returned them to me. No, "Thank you for your co-operation', or "You may go now'. Just a grunt, like a pig from a land of illiterates.

Well, then again, who can blame her?

The real idiot is me, who left her wallet at the bookstore. I'm just glad I got it back.

Forgive me, my Musical LOVERS!

I completely forgot this!

Pardon beyond pardons!! You must watch this... The treatment will not be complete with out this one!!!

Do, do, DO! watch The Sound of Music.

It's a childhood thing, something everybody loves!

Please, please please watch it...

You will know why I love it so much!

(Btw, it's based on a true story!)

These are a few of my favourite things 2: by Wilfrid Wilson

The Stone "AND will you cut a stone for him,
To set above his head?
And will you cut a stone for him—
A stone for him?" she said.
Three days before, a splintered rock	5
Had struck her lover dead—
Had struck him in the quarry dead,
Where, careless of the warning call,
He loitered, while the shot was fired—
A lively stripling, brave and tall,	10
And sure of all his heart desired...
A flash, a shock,
A rumbling fall...
And, broken 'neath the broken rock,
A lifeless heap, with face of clay;	15
And still as any stone he lay,
With eyes that saw the end of all.
I went to break the news to her;
And I could hear my own heart beat
With dread of what my lips might say	20
But, some poor fool had sped before;
And flinging wide her father's door,
Had blurted out the news to her,
Had struck her lover dead for her,
Had struck the girl's heart dead in her,	25
Had struck life, lifeless, at a word,
And dropped it at her feet:
Then hurried on his witless way,
Scarce knowing she had heard.
And when I came, she stood, alone	30
A woman, turned to stone:
And, though no word at all she said,
I knew that all was known.
Because her heart was dead,
She did not sigh nor moan,	35
His mother wept:
She could not weep.
Her lover slept:
She could not sleep.
Three days, three nights,	40
She did not stir:
Three days, three nights,
Were one to her,
Who never closed her eyes
From sunset to sunrise,	45
From dawn to evenfall:
Her tearless, staring eyes,
That seeing naught, saw all.
The fourth night when I came from work,
I found her at my door.	50
"And will you cut a stone for him?"
She said: and spoke no more:
But followed me, as I went in,
And sank upon a chair;
And fixed her grey eyes on my face,	55
With still, unseeing stare.
And, as she waited patiently,
I could not bear to feel
Those still, grey eyes that followed me,
Those eyes that plucked the heart from me,	60
Those eyes that sucked the breath from me
And curdled the warm blood in me,
Those eyes that cut me to the bone,
And pierced my marrow like cold steel.
And so I rose, and sought a stone;	65
And cut it, smooth and square:
And, as I worked, she sat and watched,
Beside me, in her chair.
Night after night, by candlelight,
I cut her lover's name:	70
Night after night, so still and white,
And like a ghost she came;
And sat beside me in her chair;
And watched with eyes aflame.
She eyed each stroke;	75
And hardly stirred:
She never spoke
A single word:
And not a sound or murmur broke
The quiet, save the mallet-stroke.	80
With still eyes ever on my hands,
With eyes that seemed to burn my hands,
My wincing, overwearied hands,
She watched, with bloodless lips apart,
And silent, indrawn breath:	85
And every stroke my chisel cut,
Death cut still deeper in her heart:
The two of us were chiselling,
Together, I and death.
And when at length the job was done,	90
And I had laid the mallet by,
As if, at last, her peace were won,
She breathed his name; and, with a sigh,
Passed slowly through the open door:
And never crossed my threshold more.	95
Next night I laboured late, alone,
To cut her name upon the stone.

These are a few of my favourite things: by Keats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Ballad

I. O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing. II. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! 5 So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done. III. I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, 10 And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. IV. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful—a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, 15 And her eyes were wild. V. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look’d at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. 20 VI. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song. VII. She found me roots of relish sweet, 25 And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said— “I love thee true.” VIII. She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore, 30 And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. IX. And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream’d 35 On the cold hill’s side. X. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!” 40 XI. I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. XII. And this is why I sojourn here, 45 Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.

"I want a cuckoo clock." -J.Raj-

CONGRATULATIONS!

The new cult.

A great number of people are into this whole "Musical Hype". Suddenly, everyone is into this pot of tunes and dance, it has been called a cult. Yeah, laugh with me. A cult. Ha. Ha.

The current car-puller is Glee. I'll admit, Glee is a fresh cut to musicals. Plus it's a series, so it has potential long term business. It also helps that they use current and known songs so people can actually follow and sing along. Great, i feel like I'm in kindergarten again. London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down...

Anyhoo, you can't call yourself a musical lover unless you know some musicals, not all, but some. For starters, if the only other musical you know is the one below:

...then, you should GO AND FLUSH YOUR BRAIN IN A TOILET BOWL! Go clean your system. Get it all out, then come back and read this.

SERIOUSLY! High School Musical is nothing but crap. Bad plot, bad singers, bad message, and most definitely channeled towards the wrong crowd.

But, I'm not merciless, I'm going to give you the right remedy. A little touch of Doctor Princess's medicine!

Start off with something light, a little Hairspray maybe. It's good stuff to get yourself into the Musical zone. According to Nando's rating I'll say this is Lemon and Herb. Not so brave.

When you're quite done with that, attempt Grease. Very famous musical. You must have at least heard of this. You can even dance to it.... Grease lightning!

I danced Saturday night fever in my shiny green dress in kindergarten...Night fever night fever!

Oh those were the days.

( Referring to the days i actually watched them, I did not live the days it was made!)

Assuming you're 18 and above, try Rent. Mind you, it's hardcore stuff. Gays, drug addicts, prostitutes.

Nevertheless, it's cool. This is where 595 600 minutes come from!

SEASONS OF LOVEEEEEEEE!!!!

That was the Mild stage.

Let's get HOT!

Shut up, if you don't know this one. SHUT UP!

This is pioneer. This is musical.

This is

SUPERCALIFRAGELISICEXPIELIDOCIOUS!

Fused with other songs, you have Marry Poppins!

Watch it. if you can't take Rent, no prob! Take Marry Poppins! Much lighter... much much sweeter too!

Moving on....

The night they invented champagne.....

GIGI

Not very popular... but I personally recommend it. It talks about women, and their equality with men. Their role in society, France in 1800's, I think.

It's, good, trust me. have a teaspoon.

Without them what would little boys do?

Next up...

CHITTI BANG BANG

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CHITTI CHITTI BANG BANG!

This is Disney stuff. Old, Dick Van Dyke style... may not be very popular either, but if you're an Astro baby, Disney must have viewed this only twenty thousand times. So, no excuses. You mindless High school Musical craze!

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for...

I shall reveal to you... the greatest cure to your pandemic...

MY FAIR LADY!

Should you not know this musical, never heard of it's existence, don't know a single song, don't know the lead actress...

SLAP YOU!

SLAP YOU! SLAP YOU! SLAP YOU!

My Fair Lady tops the charts for all the musicals above, it has been redone again and again choirs love their songs, it's been on stage a couple of hundred times... Gosh, I can sing praises of it all day and quote a decent load of it's lines.

Of course, you should not miss out other musicals like, Chicago, now that's something and Sweeny Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. All in all, you wanna be a Musical lover, please know something about it. history always matters, now I'm off to bed.

"Bounce". -Khen Li Sha-