I just started my clarinet lessons with Mr Richard Png. And I quite like it, apart from the distance traveled all the way to loyang view, which is rather near Simei MRT.
The first lesson was pretty much just a hi, my name is NiCK and imma thinking youu is a little bit old, I can play this that those type of songs type of greeting session. Lucky for me, Mr Png said he likes my Chin. LOL. Luckily its not in a gay way, he just means he likes my embouchure position.
Then he tickled me with turkey feet for an hour to make me luff and stuffed my mouff full with strawberry pudding. Give me one give me one give me one more!!!! Then he fed me Absolut Kurant Vodka with a splash of durain juice.
Then i went home. Cool right? =)
Ok, perth pictures that imma supposed to have uploaded last week.
Pads...for men. I'll try one when i become a senile old man(which would be quite soon)
We took flying lessons from lizzy the flying cockroach.
Its time people get the facts right. 1. Australian and New Zealanders are NOT lousy picture takers. 2. The true stupid ones are the british.
After Kate posted her flower stomping picture, I liked it so much, i made it my desktop picture for a moment as well as impersonate her. But then the red and orange flowers are kinda pretty, those pink ones look like the colour of my mom's pad left in the open for weeks after being used.
Jasper's shoulder had some contraption that stored a secret stash inside of him. I just finish licking up some chrysanthemum droplets from the outlet.
I think Ganghis Khan would rather play a Clarinet than a bassoon. But he'll rather play a recorder than a Clarinet. How do i know all this? Why don't you ask your mom? She'll give you a very satisfiable answer.
The truth can be found on the intersection of 2 glass panels and 2 silver metals. Will you accept the truth?
Ok i'm going to eat my dinner. I'll come back and post more later. Later could be 30 mins time or 30 decades time. It kinda depends on the taste of the salad that looks like it was made from the grass downstairs.
