day twelve
So last week I finally attended Jacky Cheung's concert. I don't think I can put into words how good he was. Every minute of the show was very much an enjoyment. The visual effects, the stage design, his performance, his singing, everything was just too good. I really liked how he put a lot of thought into the whole concert and that he delivered it very sincerely. I cannot imagine him coming back to do the same in five years' time. I can only say I am very glad I chose to go again this time even though I have attended his concert once in 2012. His classic ballads after encore brought back lots of memories for me. There were no specific episodes that came to mind, just fragments of schooling days when I would listen to his songs. Gosh, it's been a good two decades. Thank you so much, Jacky Cheung.
Yesterday was one of those better days in the last many weeks, or so I think. Class was pretty interesting, but I must say I am beginning to feel the pressure. I went back home to prepare for a dinner feast simply because I was in the mood to do one. I hardly get to prepare a spread for so many people on a Saturday evening, either because Mum would be the one cooking or we would dine out. And so while my friends were at the mahjong table and my mum out to get some stuff from her stall, I was busy in the kitchen.
Everyone enjoyed dinner, Mum especially. She made many encouraging remarks which were rare to me. ZZR said my language of love is words of affirmation. I think it could really be the case. Because I really felt pleased yesterday :)
The break is coming is to an end and I know, it's time to mentally prepare myself.
To press the restart button all over again.
Yesterday was one of those better days in the last many weeks, or so I think. Class was pretty interesting, but I must say I am beginning to feel the pressure. I went back home to prepare for a dinner feast simply because I was in the mood to do one. I hardly get to prepare a spread for so many people on a Saturday evening, either because Mum would be the one cooking or we would dine out. And so while my friends were at the mahjong table and my mum out to get some stuff from her stall, I was busy in the kitchen.
Everyone enjoyed dinner, Mum especially. She made many encouraging remarks which were rare to me. ZZR said my language of love is words of affirmation. I think it could really be the case. Because I really felt pleased yesterday :)
The break is coming is to an end and I know, it's time to mentally prepare myself.
To press the restart button all over again.
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