Karaoke Virgin

My company will be hosting its first get-together next week and I'm terrified: it's Karaoke. Normally I could make an excuse: death in the family, lost limb, cat has a sore foot, but I'm now of the age/position where these excuses don't wash anymore. I'll have to get very drunk either before, to loosen the vocal chords, or after, to drown the shame and embarrassment. Either way, once I open up my lungs and start belting out those Cantonese favourites it'll surely mark the beginning of the end for my time in Macau.

A friend of mine said this blog sounds like it's written by a dwarf. I'm going to (and I don't know how I possibly could but I'm gonna anyway) take that as a compliment.