Musical, Musicale, Criminal
I bought a fake iPod like a month ago, but I just gave it to my younger sister. I’m not an early Santa Claus; it just so happen that I’m not really a music person and I just bought that shit out of curiosity. But there are times that I did enjoy it of course. Having an iPod makes me feel that I’m wearing one of the “insignias†of working in a call center.
This “insignias†include, but are not limited to the following:
1. iPod ( I’m being redundant.)
2. C2 (preferably Apple flavor)
3. Jacket (from ukay)
4. Cigarette
5. Headset
6. Body bag
7. And those pathetic stories regarding the calls they’ve got
Let’s go back to my blah-blah about my fake iPod:
I have realized that I don’t really need my fake iPod since I am getting my daily dose of songs from radio, MTVs, TV shows, internet, etc. It came to my senses that I don’t need my fake iPod because I’m not a music person. As a proof, I can’t even carry a decent tune, nor can I play any musical instrument.
I remember one time that one my (stupid) professors asked each from the class to sing any song. When it was my turn, I tried to sing one of those Regine Velasquez songs but I just choked. She (That stupid professor is a female.) told me that those who can’t sing have criminal instincts. And those who have criminal instincts shouldn’t be a teacher. (I am currently enrolled at New Era University and pursuing units in Professional Education). What an awful experience! But time heals all wounds, even those caused by extreme humiliation because you can’t sing.
My high school teacher—who is not as stupid as my professor from New Era University,defined music as the “language of the soulâ€. Hmmm… so does it mean to say that my soul is dumb? Is it a social blunder, a faux pas of some sort if somebody can’t sing? Fuck those who say “yesâ€!
I can’t think of a better definition of music, so I’ll just stick to what my teacher said. But I know that criminals can sing. Damn! I should have told that to Dr. Julie Valencia. Oops! Sorry… I’m not good in making blind items.
Hate me because I can’t sing. Pity me because I can’t sing. Call me names because I can’t sing. I might prove my so-called criminal instinct if that happens again.
