The Bakat Interact 2008 was held yesterday afternoon. Six schools, namely S. M. All Saints, St Francis Convent, Lok Yuk, KK Highschool, Maktab Sabah and Kian Kok participated. This was the first time I attended the Bakat Interact. It was not like anything I had expected.
I was quite surprised to note a turnout of about 1,000 students and teachers. I was told that this was the biggest turnout for the Bakat Interact so far. It's been years ago when I actually spent several hours watching live entertainments like that. I had a lot of fun, although I'm sure I could've had even more fun had I been able to understand what those kids were yelling about on stage.
In one performance, some boys played the electric guitars, and the loud noises—remotely far from what I'd call music—were unbearably punishing to my ears. And each time the boys made those jerky movements, the girls went wild. They shouted so loud, I felt like the whole ceiling was about to cave in. Now I know why I've turned down an offer from a close friend to watch Michael Jackson live some years ago.
There were some songs too—I mean if you can call them songs; and plenty of dances. And when I say dances, I don't mean the kind of dances from my era. No—these were neither the disco dancing nor the kind we see in Shall We Dance. These days, the word "dancing" refers to those terrifying acrobatic jerky movements and spinning on their heads.
A rotarian friend of mine, Geroge, who was also present during the show, said he could also spin like that. I can believe him, because I happen to know that he works out at the gym on a regular basis. But since I see no huge muscles on his hands and legs, I presume that he'd probably spin himself on some other organs. After all, I once read about a Shaolin monk who could lift 27 kg worth of bricks using his penis. Now why would a monk train his penis to that extent anyway? But that's a different story.
Anyway, the St Franciscan girls had their share of "dancing" too. And let me tell you that some of them had big chests—almost similar to Lara Croft! So you can imagine how the boys cheered when the girls started to shake their bodies. Fortunately, all the wardrobes were in tip-top condition—none of them malfunctioned throughout the entire show.
In the end, as expected, the St Franciscans emerged champions and went home with RM500 cash and a trophy. What an afternoon!
Now I know I'll have to start brain-washing my JJ throughout the next 10 years or so, so that she will not like the kind of "entertainment" I saw yesterday. But I foresee an uphill task ahead...