Monday, January 31, 2011

How the Nutcracker can Crack Your Head




















I was walking inside the theater and noticed how all the people were greeting each and every guest. They would stand up and shake hands, but I would just sit down with an abhorring face.

Today was suppose to be the new episode of "Two and a Half Men", but my mother dragged me all the way here to watch "The Nutcracker". My mother and I were having a great dissension, but as always, my mother one the battle. I like to watch a ballet, but as I saw the back stage video of the ballet and saw all these little girls jumping all over the ballet studio, I started to think that this would be a disaster.

The lights dimmed down and the curtains opened. As the ballet start and all the ballerinas assimilated the stage, I started being meticulous about the ballerinas moves. I was hoping for them to fall on the floor because of their ballet shoes, but then I saw all the smiles in each face and how they were having so much fun even if they weren't coordinated. All of them looked adorable even if you were in the back row.

I didn't want the ending to come soon, but because I had so much fun, time flied like birds in the sky. All the little girls came up in front of the stage and bowed with a smile on each face. I stood up and the whole public lionized the ballerinas as if they were movie stars.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Bosses of My World


I tried to run as fast as I could so I wouldn't be apprehended. I dashed and tried to find my way out into a safe place where no one could see me, so I wouldn't be hit with pillows and teddy bears. Even if they were small, they had already a conspiracy against my rules.

I'm suppose to be the boss of this place. Where my rules have to be followed with no one who would dare to protest. But as the gang of the chocolate chip cookies and "I want to watch Discovery Kids" comes in, my world becomes an anarchy. They become the bosses of what use to be my world. But when eight thirty strikes on the clock that hangs on the wall, the gang drops to the bed and sleep. Thats when peace comes back again.

God, I hate babysitting!