PAC Night 2

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If yesterday was good, today was even better.

The whole band was wow. The atmosphere was really high, everything just fell into place. The audience was attentive, they knew when to clap (e.g when Sir pointed out the saxophone section, or Vignesh). The saxophones... Wow.
Wow.

Can I relive this night again?

I want to thank WJ, Yen, Wen Han, Nana and Sim for coming down. I want to thank Mindy and Man Yan for supporting me too! And to all the others who I couldn't get tickets for. Thank you for the well wishes, the flowers, the CANDY WRAPPER, the hugs, the photos.

Thank you for supporting me in my musical dream. :)

PACPHOTOS!

Here are the PAC photos! All 110 of them! Wait. 103. HAHA.

learning to tie a tie

I certainly feel housewifely today. This is Day 2 of the No Maid Saga, where the Tan family embarks on a journey to combat the number one household evil:

DIRT AND GRIME.

Not to sound spoilt or utterly incapable, but having not done chores for like yonks, being such a fugly housewife today was tiresome. I mean, ECONOMICS TEST TOMORROW? Yeah yeah stop telling me to stop typing and go study. I spent twice as long washing the dishes because I'm such an annoyingly meticulous cleaner in terms of PLATES. Why just crockery only? Because the state of my room begs to differ.

Dinner was... hilarious in a sad twisted way. My mum cooked dinner and her left hand was in pain because her hand had an allergic reaction to the chillies. Not an allergy per say, but it was burning-red and yeah she couldn't use her left hand during dinner and my brother had to peel prawns for her. So cute.

We haven't eaten dinner together for a long time, hunched over the too-small dinning table, in total silence. My father rarely eats together with us. He was always either off working or in recent years, refused to eat the food the maid had cooked. Talk about discrimination. My mum comes home always too late for meals, eats by herself, sometimes with me or my brother sitting across her talking about the day's happenings.

But now when we're all together, we can't find anything to say. How typical of a Singaporean family.

Then my father says to my mum, "Why didn't you eat the cheek? It's the most meaty part," referring to the fish my mum cooked. Noticing her rather incapitated hand, he proceeded to ungraciously scoop out the cheeks for my mum. Rambo-ishly, clumsily, but it really touched me. Despite all the fights and the disagreements, my father still cares for my mum. Albeit in that "I give you food = love" way.

Ironing my uniform later and pre-tieing my tie. My previous endeavours with the piece of fabric usually left me with a sorry looking tie. I SHALL MASTER THE L33T SKILLS OF TIE-TIEING. (in mathematical forumula, that would be (tie)ing ;D)

So yes! I am becoming the nice little housewife who can 1) cook, 2) clean, 3) iron/wash clothes. Well, I could do all that before but I was such a lazy ass. :x Yah. So who wants to be my house-husband? JOKING.

Tomorrow, after a lunch-date with Narindar (I make it sound so good :\) and some studying in school, THERE WILL BE PRATA. omfg. Prata in Ang Mo Kio with the best of friends in the whole wide world. (I will thus refuse to use 'bestie' because it's bimbotic). Alliteration! The last time I prata-ed I only ate 2 because some people made noise when I order 5. NEVERMIND. This time I will forego lunch to gorge myself on prata. Prata kosong, prata with egg, prata with mushrooms, prata with cheese, prataprataprata!

Which reminds me. I need to charge my stupid camera batteries so I can take photos of my prata outting.

I still don't know how to open the front door to my house. Someone go and eat Carl's Jr with me?

Mandee! You're SO CUTE. Haha. That is all I have to say without implicating myself even further. ;x

Okay. I have to get down to preparing for my Promos now. S Papers here I come. *gets pummeled with tomatoes*