I'm blogging slightly late tonight because yesterday I very cleverly went to dye my hair blue-black. Which looks okay, since it just looks black. BUT when it's wet, eg when I wash it, the dye runs a bit and turns everything my hair touches slightly blue so I look like a moulting smurf. Hence I kept blogging until after showering so that my hair has time to dry. Anywhos, I went to watch Randall's band, SomethingElse, at far east this evening. They are actually super good. I'm very intimidated and simultaneously somewhat inspired. I think I should practice more. Miss Pang, my old music teacher who still has the misfortune of teaching my father and sister, looked quite sad when she asked me to sight-read a duet for her today. Although that might have just been residue despair from my sister's lesson. (Joking joking. I love my sister. She's awesome. Especially with her trade mark, C-G C-G C-G CGAB left hand. Very... distinct.)

Although I kinda need people to jam with. People who can follow my music. Someone. ANYONE. Haha. Today I was waiting for lunch so I sat at the piano and thought up an awesome piano version of Feel Good (by the Gorillaz? or whatever their name is. The ha ha ha ha ha ha song.) and I played it for my mum and she was like, "huh, what are you playing? Stop, stop, come and eat." And then I was like you are not impressed! So then I was like, no no, I'm determined to show you that you didn't waste your money on piano lessons for me, look how awesome your daughter is! Then I figured maybe she would know viva la vida since she's heard it on the radio a few times and said she liked it. So I played her that, and she was like, "what's that?" So I said coldplay and she was like "eh, you like them ah? Go to their concert lah. Anyway come and eat now. But don't eat too much, okay? You always say you're fat right? Otherwise how to lose weight." -.- Failed attempt at impressing my mum... as usual. Lol. My sister on the other hand, MUCH more simple to impress. You just have to be on your deathbed apparently. She wants to go to the Rod Stewart concert, because I quote "he's going to die already". The same is apparently applicable to Sir Ian Mckellen, whose version of King Leah we apparently did not in fact go to watch because he is the most amazing and awe-inspiring actor with the one of the most depth in delivery and stage presence of this era, as I had mistakenly assumed. No, no. We went because "he's going to die already".