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Mood: relaxed Fact of the day: event of the week party next saturday.
I went to Chijmes last night for an a capella performance by this group of men from Harvard, called The Harvard Din and Tonics. Expectedly, the performance was humourous, as they showed a mischeivous spirit in many of their interpretations and undoubtedly, these guys have a wonderful voice.
Though I didn't have a very good view of the stage the whole time, thanks to someone's humongous head, I was really charmed by them. By the end of the show, I was all ready to buy them a drink, if only I had the guts to ask. Oh well.
Thinking back, during our trip to Spain/Morocco, Po Chin, Ming and I played this game, where one of the questions we asked about each other, was whether you prefer a sportman or a musician. Maybe because of my usual bimbotic behaviour, Ming was sure I would choose a sportman. But ha, I still prefered a musician. I'd might as well tell the story of my first crush...
When I was young, I was practising a duet with this boy, in preparation for a concert. When I saw his fingers fly over the keyboard for the difficult part of the song, I felt very touched , as I knew that this kind of fluency came only with a lot of practice and patience. I immediately had a little crush on that boy, as I wanted to perform with him, not disgrace him and to be with him for his moment of glory. I looked forward to our music lesson every week, I imagined how we looked sitting so closely side by side on the piano bench. But he barely spoke to me. The crush naturally ended after the concert finished and we resumed our individual music lessons. But to this day, I remembered his determined expression and nimble fingers.
Anyway, I haven't been thinking about this musician/sportman question since the trip, but last night, Po Chin saw me so smitten by those Harvard men and teased me about it again. It was obvious that I had a weakness for musically inclined men. Hehe.. But in case an excellent sportman comes along my way, I wouldn't want to dash his hopes, would I?
I think what I meant was, I'm very easily impressed by men doing something they're good at, something they're passionate about. Guys like to play cool, and pretend to be good at everything. But when it comes to something that they're genuinely passionate about, the knowledge they have is always insufficient, and they will have a fierce urge to better themselves. This energy and enthusiasm, is what I admire about guys. So it's really not only about music.
I know that there are excellent sportmen around, but frankly, I don't have any in my very limited social circle. Perhaps one sport I do remember almost going gaga over is basketball. My brothers play a lot of basketball, so though I don't play, I had plenty of opportunity to watch them play, with their friends, who I believe looked a lot less impressive off the court. The fluidity of the movements, intensity of the game, the skills...aaahh...come to think of it, a basketball player, can be quite charming too.
I'm getting too distracted. I think what I'm saying is, I especially feel for musicians, because they're so rare. They're special, because in their passion for music, they reveal a quieter passion. When they sang or played an instrument, it is as though he is sharing something with you, communicating with you. On the other hand, for sportsmen, it's so common for guys to play a few sports that I think it's hard for anyone to stand out at all. Besides, especially for guys who play for competitions, I don't see the sexiness in physical competitiveness.
Argh, the more I say, the more confusing it is. One final word, I like musicians better, simply because I love music and I think men with a wholehearted passion are so damn sexy. Heh.
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