Vol. 6, No. 7, July 8, 2002
For the school year 2002-2003, the LCHS Alumni Association under the leadership of Vy Beng Hong, has pushed through with the implementation of three different scholarship schemes, which are: (1) Scholarship incentives to students who excel in their academic performance to be administered by the alumni association in coordination with the LCHS board of trustees for Grade VI valedictorian and salutatorian, regardless of their parents’ economic status. (2) Scholarship program administered by the LCHS Alumni Foundation which offers free tuition fees to children of LCHS-AA members in need of financial support. (3) The Benefactor-Beneficiary scheme under which the alumni association has solicited, and continue to solicit, the aid of prominent individuals or companies who act as benefactors for each of the scholars.
Under the first scheme, Lanao Chung Hua School grants full scholarship to Tristan Ervin Lim and New Blossom Ang as Grade VI valedictorian and salutatorian in recognition of their achievement. Under the second scheme, the alumni association grants scholarships to six LCHS students. They are Roxanne Conol (third year), Sylvester Lee Siangco (third year), John Paul Gerona (second year), Joanna Marie Suminguit (first year), Jill Anne Wong (first year), and Mac Vincent Siangco (Grace IV). Under the third scheme, the Siao Tiu Siok Chiao Memorial Scholarship Fund, headed Mr. and Mrs. Henry Siao, left photo, grants scholarship to Raffy Tan (fourth year), while the Lucing Sy Memorial Scholarship Fund, headed by Mr. and Mrs. Sy Beng Gue, right photo, grants scholarship to Jan Bryan Ano-os (first year). Under the same benefactor-beneficiary scholarship scheme, one half of the total school fees of Justin Paul Uy (first year) and Kenneth Ong (third year) were personally shouldered by Ms. Geraldine U. Tan (Batch '87).
LCHS posts slight increase in enrollment
LCHS registered a total of 285 students this year, a slight increase compared to last year's 282 enrollees. The Nursery and Kindergarten department has 46 students: Nursery, 9; Kinder-I, 18; and Kinder-II, 19. Tuition fee is P12,120. The Elementary department has 144 students: Grade I, 20; Grade II, 26; Grade III, 19; Grade IV, 22; Grade V, 25; and Grade VI, 32. Tuition fee is 12,920 plus P600 for computers. The High School department registered 95 students: First Year, 28; Second Year, 22; Third Year, 17; and Fourth Year, 28. Tuition fee is P15,760 plus P600 for computers. The Chinese department is headed by Glenda Sy-Cabilan while the English department is headed by Elizabeth P. David (Grade School) and Normita Q. Alivio (High School).
New teachers join LCHS faculty
LCHS is graced by new faces in its faculty staff for the school year 2002-2003. In the Chinese department, the incoming teachers are Ida Te who will handle the Nursery class, and Felix Tam who will take charge of the Grade IV class. In the English department, the new teachers are Julieta Pepito for the Nursery class, Jesica Ortiz for Kinder-2, Merly Jalagat who will teach Science in Grade School and High School, and Gemina Ancog who will handle the Technology and Home Economic classes.
Alumni run for public office
Jose "Joe" Booc (Batch '68) and Johnny "Pagoda" Po, husband of the late Charita Sia (Batch ' 69), are running for the office of Barangay Captain in Poblacion, Iligan City in the elections that will be held on July, 15, 2002. In Barangay Saray-Tibanga, Eddie Lueong (Batch '71) and Prudencio "Wahoy" Tan (Batch '72) are running for the position of Barangay Kagawad. Joe Booc and Wahoy Tan have previously served in their respective barangays and have many supporters of their own.
New
LCHS SG, JSC and class officers inducted
On July 5, 2002, the newly-elected LCHS Student Government, Junior Student Council and class officers were inducted during the general induction ceremony held at the school's Mess Hall. The new set of student leaders are Raffy Earl Tan, president; Elbert Loiue Eslao, vice president - internal; Michael Kevin So, vice president - external; Enjoy Faith C. Ang, secretary; Gwyneth Nicole Chua, treasurer; Peter Chan, auditor; Ben Nashion Sy, public information officer; Radi Jed Alibanggo, social manager; and class representatives: Zynth Yap (First Year), Daryl Lim (Second Year), Bryan Anthony Capa (Third Year), and Ralph Richmond Lee (Fourth Year). Students in the Elementary Department also elected their Junior Student Council officers. Elected were Darryn Michael Chiu, president; Samantha Fae Chan, vice president – internal; Maribelle Ann Longcob, vice president – external; Franzymyll V. Dy, secretary; Shauna Mae Acedo, treasurer; Sydney Francine Chan, PIO; Ben Alfie Oliverio, Social Manager; Diana Natividad, auditor; and class representatives: Ann Catherine Co (Grade IV), Mona Liza Moncada (Grade V) and Al Natividad (Grade VI). Miss Dy Sun Lay and Mr. Joel Tiquel, SG and JSC advisers, respectively, invited Professor Rodolfo P. Yu to do the honors of inducting the newly-elected officers. It was Prof. Yu who conducted the two-day leadership training seminar two weeks before the elections.
Write for the Spectrum, and be counted!
Writing would relatively come easy as long as we have the topic to write about. But oftentimes, not knowing what to write seems to be the problem for most of us writers. So, hereunder is a list of suggested topics where you can choose from to come up with an article for the Spectrum:
I. THE PAST: A RewindOf course, these are a just few of the 1001 things that you can write about. You may have more in your mind just waiting to be unleashed. The bottom line is: Come out in the open. Write to the Spectrum, and be counted. (Reprinted from the July 2, 2001 issue of the Spectrum.)Unforgettable personalities (grade school, high school, college)
Memorable places and events
Diary of the rolling 50s
The fabulous 60s
Flower power of the 70s
Adventures of youth
Beliefs, customs, and traditions of yesteryears
Movies, songs, and dances of past decades
Retro: Yesterday Once MoreII. THE PRESENT: Playing It
New friends, associates, and neighbors
High tech inventions
Life begins at 40
The golden years
Midlife blues
Realizations
Hobbies for the young onCE
Grandparenting
The Plastic Age
The Y2K Generation
Celebrating a jubilee
Travel and tours
Present tense crisis
Political and economic issues
Principles and philosophies
Today’s etiquette
Today’s educational system and methods
Top of the line productsIII. THE FUTURE: Fast Forward
Let’s get futuristic
How do you see yourself 10 or 20 years from now?
What do you want people to remember most about you?
The reality of life and living
Life after retirement
The sunset years
At the end of the rainbow
The final curtain
Roger Suminguit, Batch '73
Alumni happenings
Mike Lee (Batch '66) arrived home in Iligan from Edmonton, Canada together with his wife Nancy and their two children last July 2. After resting for two days, Mike went out with old friends and townmates. Seen dining with Mike and his sons at Sunburst Restaurant were Sy Beng Gue (Batch '57), Suniel Lim (Batch '66), Robert Co (Batch '66) and Edwin Co (Batch '68). On July 10, Mike will bring his family to China for a brief tour, after which they will return to Iligan to spend the rest of their month-long vacation. Evelyn Yu Go (Batch '77) and her daughter Giselle Karen Go returned to San Antonio, Texas, U.S.A. last June 25 after a three-week vacation in Cebu. Ida Te, the newly-wed wife of LCHS-AA past president Maning Te (Batch '65), joins the LCHS faculty as the teacher-in-charge for the Nursery pupils. Ida is the daughter of alumni Tiu Ko Chuy Cristobal (Batch '40) and Asuncion "Asiong" Lim-Cristobal (Batch '56) who are now residents of Cotabato City. For nine years, she taught Chinese subjects at Bethany Christian School in Cebu. She attended several Chinese teachers' training courses, which are: Teachers' Training Program at Taiwan Provincial Institute for Elementary Schools, Teachers' Training Program at Chiang Kai Sek, Manila (1994), the Teachers' Training Program in Xiamen (1995), Taiwan Elementary School Teachers' In-service Education (1996), Overseas Chinese Teachers Program (1999), sponsored by the Overseas Chinese Affair Commission of Taiwan, the Teaching Method Workshop and Overseas Chinese Teaching held at Cebu Eastern College (2001). Julius U. Racines (Batch '69) celebrated his golden birth anniversary one day ahead of his July 7 birth date while his mother, Anita Uy Racines, widow of the late Dy Chio Peng, will mark her 73rd birthday on July 9. Except for Gloricita (Batch '66) who is abroad, all her children, Teresita (Batch '67), Julius (Batch '69), Jorge Jr. (Batch '73), Sherlita (Batch '77), and James (Batch '80) are here to celebrate the happy occasion. Happy birthday!
Henry L. Yu, M.D., Batch '69
50
Singers and Their Songs
(First of two series)
Each song creates a memory or two that we usually associate with a certain person or group of persons, places, or events at a certain period of time. Yes, every song has its own story to tell. Listed below are names of popular singers and their songs during our time. For this issue, let’s play a game by matching Column A (The Singer) with that of Column B (The Song). Let’s see how much you remember about the wonderful bygone days of our youth. Or do you belong to our era? Did we really grow up together? Where were you when these songs were the hits?
Column A Column B
----- 1. Connie Francis
A. Bus Stop
----- 2. Doris Day
B. We’ve Only Just Begun
----- 3. Pat Boone
C. It’s Now or Never
----- 4. Paul Anka
D. Three Coins in the Fountain
----- 5. Neil Sedaka
E. A Hard Day’s Night
----- 6. Petula Clark
F. Devoted to You
----- 7. Perry Como
G. Day by day
----- 8. Matt Monro
H. Just You
----- 9. Elvis Presley
I. April Love
----- 10. Cliff Richard
J. Sealed with a Kiss
----- 11. Sue Thompson
K. Puppy Love
----- 12. Bobby Vinton
L. Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head
----- 13. Johnny Mathis
M. Oh! Carol
----- 14. Roy Hamilton
N. I’ll Be There
----- 15. Everly Brothers
O. Unchained Melody
----- 16. Sonny and Cher
P. Don’t Sleep in the Subway
----- 17. Carpenters
Q. Fly Me to the Moon
----- 18. B. J. Thomas
R. There’s a Kind of Hush
----- 19. Brian Hyland
S. Walk Away
----- 20. Jackson 5
T. She Cried
----- 21. Hollies
U. Constantly
----- 22. Beatles
V. Rhythm of the Rain
----- 23. Lettermen
W. Mr. Lonely
----- 24. Herman’s Hermit
X. I Can’t Stop Loving You
----- 25. Cascades
Y. The Twelfth of Never
Marie Janiefer Q. Lee, Batch '87
Care Less
Last week I read in the papers the result of the recent survey conducted by Pulse Asia that 8 million Filipinos wants to leave the country. The first thing that came to my mind was “why?” Is our country that hopeless? I’m starting to wonder if I’m looking at our world through tinted glasses that’s why I still don’t feel like fleeing. For days this figure has been lingering in my thoughts. I keep asking myself whether I’m missing something. Are they seeing something that I don’t? Have they seen the future and does it look that bleak? Is our country heading into some more rough seas that it’s already time to jump ship? So many questions were racing through my head for days.
As I casually brought this up with Joy, my gym-mate. She pointed out to me that 8 million is just 19% of the whole population. It’s not the whole country. So if this 8 million leaves it’s not as if we’d have empty streets. In other words it’s not going to make a dent in our population, with a country such as ours where the production of babies is probably our number one occupation. Well, it’s really not that big after all. Which made me feel better knowing that I won’t be left alone here.
Call me nationalistic but I still feel that we have a better life here in our own country, in our own home. Here where we don’t feel like second class citizens. Because I know that even if some people may have changed the color of their passports some things will never change, like the color of our skin. Here we may not be earning in dollars but we’re not spending in dollars too we’re spending in pesos.
As I toss this thought about our 8 million fellowmen who are probably packed and ready to leave anytime. I wonder how all this migrations would affect our country in the future. Or are we already suffering the consequences of the migrations decades ago. It’s a vicious cycle that goes on and on at the expense of our country. Some people who’ve been away would come home and say things like “why is it that our country just doesn’t seem to go anywhere?” Well, I’d like to answer that with another question “have you done something for our country?” Or do they really care if our country sinks or swims?
When there was a great demand for domestic helpers in Hong Kong and for nurses in North America, we lost the mothers in our homes and the teachers in our schools. But I thought that was it, that the world has had enough of us already. But then the gates of Saudi Arabia was opened to our construction workers and engineers, that’s when we lost the fathers of our homes. We lost some more to the seas, as crews for international container ships.
Now there’s already a generation of kids who grew up or are growing up without one or both parents. What do you think would be their dreams in life? As kids we always look up to our parents and we’d want to follow in their footsteps as much as possible. So I’m sure that these kids will only have one dream and that’s to go abroad too. And the cycle would never end, it’ll go on from generation to generation.
These past few years the ads in the papers are for care-givers. This could be anyone from all walks of life, as long as they go through some classes and seminars on care-giving. This is open to anyone just like you and me. The main destinations this time is the United Kingdom and Ireland. It is said that the baby-boomers of these countries are already aging, so there’s a great demand for people who will take care of them in either the institutions for the aged or just to care for them in their own homes. So this is the new trend now.
Now I wonder since we’re already exporting “care”, whose going to take care of us here? One day are we going to find ourselves care less? Or what are we going to export next? Love?
Does anybody mind? Does anybody care? Well, I do. So however used and abused the lines of the late JFK are. It’s about time we also ask ourselves what we can do for the country and not the other way around, I’m making a small plea to those of us in the business community. Let’s provide decent jobs so that in our small way we could elevate the lives of some people. That they in turn could give better future to their children and that somehow we could finally end this cycle of migration. Let’s show that we care. Because their children are the grown ups of tomorrow, the same people our children will be mingling with as they grow up. (For related story, see Odds & Ends by Michael John L. Siangco.)
Ernesto L. Yu, M.D., Batch '65
Brilliant As Diamonds
What after-dinner mints and empowering brain candies did those whiz kids from the LCHS alumni gene pool slurp to go the whole nine yards, firing in all cylinders as if today is already tomorrow? What form of butt-kicking motivation and unwavering compulsion did those children of greater gods have to bathe into to propel them to max out, at their frantic best, in academic and athletic skills? Is this a telltale sign of having evolved and shaped in the digital revolution where every youth is equipped with a ferocious competitive instinct, where a big-bicep performance at the peak scales of cerebral strategies and analytical zeal is how rockets are supposed to take off the pad? Or is it a hippity hop hop phenomenon that has me remorseful for being out of school too early, too soon; matter-of-factly, a late bloomer who considered nap as a mid-afternoon refreshment and who missed surfing on the good waves?
At any rate, I must have cried “Wow!” one too many for all these inspirational Spectrum tidbits about LCHS alumni and teens who chiseled laudable marks in their respective field of study and sports endeavors. Surely, they are retreads from The Magnificent Seven and Dirty Dozen molds, the buffed and brilliant among diamonds, who burp synonyms and antonyms like chewing gum during recess; who, during downtimes, split intellectual atoms in the quote “There is no moment without meaning”, instead of propagating gossips; who gather trophies as if such cups are wild flowers scattered for the picking, by pumping their muscles tirelessly in swimming pool laps; who sketch architectural designs that render eyeballs to bolt out of the sockets in astounding disbelief. Suffice to say, this distinguished breed of new kids in town made me ecstatic to discover the untold joys and pride of having LCHS tattooed on my forehead, aside from savoring the glow of scholarly brotherhood and the sweetness of sweats.
I don’t have to bore you, to the point of yawning, with my litany of self-induced woes in grade school. I was a hopeless small-timer, a devotee of the couch potato movement who aspired to walk THE walk without twitching and tensing my treasured best brain cells. I was not big on straight answers and had always been suffering from a terminal case of the blahs. I was a distress flag floating relentlessly against the tide (no plaque for such agility?). In plain English, a dolittle and math-challenged whose aimlessness and sluggish mental engine could scare the bejabber out of you: “Ernie became a doctor? Real or quack?” Really, I wish during my scrambling days, my fighting spirit was not in a forever flight around Walter Mitty’s daydream machine and my IQ gymnastic bounced out beyond the arithmetic-science of ten fingers and ten toes! Oh well, Bud, I woke up in the middle of dawn and saw the light at the end of the tunnel, just in time to give my lethargic mental tissues a booster shot of adrenaline.
Hooray to all parents and teachers for their concerted all-out effort to impart the right mixes of push and pull (not the opps kind. Silly): Advance as far as your inquisitive mind dare to tread, but retreat at the initial stink of error while digesting the lesson extracted from such humbling tumble and degrading slip. Injecting from arm to arm the dexterity to rapidly replicate a rebound from missteps is an art in itself. It demands ultimate dedication and unyielding patience, two vital ingredients under the Three Cheers Category.
To all students who are as alert and poised as cats with bug-eyed passion for pursuits that sugar-coat the senses: Don’t stop the music, especially at the current tempo where your sure-footedness is humming harmoniously with the rhythmic decibels of success. In fact, drum up the beats to unscrew more vaults of untapped talent and energize some of your dormant wirings to full charge. Like being in an airplane, there is a boundless space of rhapsodic beauty to roam once you are beyond the cover of dark clouds.
To the napping yuppies who are content to lie down like a head of lettuce, sip this Victor Hugo’s extract as an elixir of hope: “A bend in the road is not the end of the road – unless you fail to make the turn”. For Pete’s sake, resurface from your siesta hours’ coma before such luxurious Spanish perk percolates into a habit that is hard to shake off, like dandruffs-mummies that have established permanent address on your scalp! Frothing with delight on the virtues of dating homeworks instead of TV sitcoms is an excellent way to flip a new season. Remember, late is never too early.
Unless, of course, you don’t trust calculators to do better magic than your twenty toes.
Michael John L. Siangco, Batch '96
Even
The Dead Are Leaving!
(No
pun intended)
In an interview with the Philippine Star columnist Boo Chanco, Lucio Tan, the taipan, revealed that even the dead are leaving the country for economic reasons. They are being sent overseas via Philippine Airlines as cargoes. There is a good market for Filipino cadavers to be used by medical schools and other scientific laboratories abroad. “Exporting our people is all we are good for,” Mr. Tan observed. “Dead people, live people, whole bodies, body parts, we export them all.” But what can we do? Our factories are so inefficient that we cannot compete in a globalized market. Our productivity in services manufacturing sectors is so terrible that international customers just bypass us on their way to the markets of Thailand, Malaysia and even Indonesia.
Our people are our only viable exports. We export manpower to the Middle East. We export shipping crews to international fleets. We export kidneys and other body parts for organ transplants. We export dancers, entertainers and “love makers” to Japan and Brunei. We export mail-order brides to USA. We export caregivers, nurses, teachers, domestic helpers, singers and musicians to all parts of the world. We export our talented professionals to the cities of North America, Europe and Australia. And the dollars they earn are what keeps our economy afloat.
Thanks to them, the Philippines is not sinking. The government is so grateful for their dollar remittances that they dubbed our overseas Filipino workers [OFW] as “Bagong Bayani” -- New Heroes. And the exodus continues. As reported by the Department of Labor and Employment, close to 2,500 Filipinos leave the country every day to seek employment or migrate abroad. That’s close to one million in one year, not counting the estimated five to eight million Filipinos already working abroad.
In spite of the hardships and uncertainties facing them, what impels the Filipinos to leave the country? We might get some answers from letters written by some expatriates to a Manila daily.
From Jett Lacey, United Kingdom: “I believe that it takes true courage and humility to realize that ours is a messed-up country and say so! In fact, the Church contributes to this ‘death’ by its sanctimonious and twisted preaching to love the poor (thereby resulting in their constant increase), tolerate and be forgiving of criminals, turn a blind eye on crimes, philandering spouses, domestic violence and abuse of women and children under the sick reasoning that to suffer is the way of God. Do they really think that prayers alone and a few kind words will be enough for the poor, the suffering and the abused? Every Filipino I met here in England says the same thing. They love the Philippines as the country of their birth but not even the threat of a nuclear war will make them go back and live there.”
From Anthony Erojo, Japan: “The past six years have an ambivalent feelings: victorious with the job I have but desperate why am I serving in a foreign land. I have been in Japan and South Korea for sometime and I have seen how organized and disciplined they are. I wonder why they report on time, work so hard, follow the basic rules, and love to serve their country. I wondered why Filipinos are otherwise. Would it be that Filipino democracy are killing the Filipinos?”
From Anthony Cagalawan, Toronto, Canada: “The discrepancy between the rich and the poor grows wider and the middle class is decimated in its ranks from day to day. I left not because I loved our country less but because I see no light at the end of the tunnel.”
From Kate Decena, United Kingdom: “In our e-group, my classmates and I had a discussion of the hopelessness of this country. What we are going through now is not karma or lack of a miracle. It is the inevitable fruit of our wicked labors, tolerance and apathy.”
With this frame of mind, I was not surprised to read about the Pulse Asia survey that one out of five Filipinos want to go abroad for a better life. If they ever migrate, our streets will still be teeming with people. The Population Commission reports that there are now 80 million Filipinos -- and 30 millions of them live below the poverty line. The Social Weather Station reports that one out of three Filipinos are not satisfied with our style of democracy. Why should they? Our present political system distributes voting power without distributing wealth. It's no wonder why, in every election, patronage politics rears its ugly head. In the present state of our economy, working abroad is not only a practical thing to do; it is patriotic too.
Quo vadis, Filipinos?
See you in Taiwan! Or in New York, in gay Paris, or even London town!
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Learning the Art of Music in LCHS
By Charles O. Sy
Batch 1967
Music
was never given much emphasis in our time at LCHS. It was treated
as a minor subject in our elementary years.
For most of us at LCHS in the 50s and 60s, our introduction to music came from Huang Hun, the wife of school principal Tan Dian Hun. Madame Huang, whom we all addressed as Hao Tiu Niew, taught kindergarten for many years. From her we learned a string of memorable nursery rhymes, such as Hao Chia Lai Lo and Tsa Khih Ke Lai. These were standard nursery rhymes which she improvised with Chinese lyrics. Tsa Khih Ke Lai, for instance, was adapted from Percy Montross' Clementine.
As we moved up to the elementary grades our music lessons likewise advanced to a more serious level. One of the teachers who exposed us to formal music education was our Grade V teacher, Pedro Campugan. From him we came to know about G-clef, keys, tempo, and other basic norms in the art of music. From our music book we learned to sing such famous hymns as America the Beautiful and Edmund Louis Gruber's Caissons Song (whose opening lines went something like: "Over hill, over dale, we have hit the dusty trail / and our caissons go rolling along / In and out hear them shout 'Counter march and right a-bout' / And the caissons go rolling along."). We also amassed a hefty repertoire of Pilipino folk classics like Leron Leron Sinta, Bahay Kubo, Planting Rice, Sit-Si-Rit-Sit and Paruparong Bukid.
Our class always had fun when it came to music, except me. I didn't only have difficulty hitting the right note, I was also clumsy with the baton. Once during our lesson in using the baton to the beat of a song, I didn't realize that I was doing something wrong until Pedro Campugan sneaked up behind me and gave my baton a whack, sending the stick hurtling in the air. He was fuming mad because I was doing 1/4 for a song with a 3/4 beat.
I soon shifted to instrumental music. LCHS then had a fairly bountiful collection of musical instruments. There were trumpets, bugles, clarinets, flutes, tuba, xylophone, piano, accordion, harmonica, snare drums, bass drums, tom-toms, cymbals, and the like. Most of them were for the use of the school band but there were some which were available to other interested students as well. I enlisted myself for a Hohner harmonica. There were no formal tutorials for the individual aficionados so we all brought our respective instruments to practice at home. Those who excelled invariably earned the chance to join the band in civic parades while others had their share of stardom by performing in school programs. I never got such a chance. Until today I'm still practicing. So I have not yet returned the Hohner harmonica.
Another notable music teacher was Agustin Wu (aka Ngo Nai Kong). He was as well versed in music as he was in literature. Under him we were taught many patriotic Chinese songs. Agustin Wu's forte was choral singing. He would divide our class according to our voice range, like soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. Because I couldn't hit the high notes, I was assigned to the bass section. But somehow during rehearsals, Agustin Wu found out that even with my voice assignment, I was consistently singing out of tune. Ultimately, he solved the problem by placing me the farthest away from the microphone during our final choral presentation.
Agustin Wu was at heart a lover of classical music. And he loved to share his passion for classical music with his students. Sometimes after class, he would invite some of us to his quarters to listen to his collection of classical music on his vintage portable turntable. For hours, we would sit there obediently and listen to Beethoven's First Movement, Chopin's Etude in C-Minor, Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 6, and Schumann's Traumerie, among others. Needless to say, not having been born with an ear for classical music, we squirmed through the entire session although we tried to feign appreciation just to please the teacher.
On another occasion when Agustin Wu invited us to yet another session of classical music, he asked us which of the three Great B's of music history we loved most. He, of course, was referring to Beethoven, Bach and Brahms. Without hesitation, I answered, "Beatles!" Since then he stopped inviting me.
Today I'm still learning to sing. I still sing off-key. My voice
still cracks on the high notes. But at least there's no more frustrated
teacher to notice it except the sexy GRO at my favorite karaoke pub.
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