Practice Makes Perfect...

Last night was freawesome,freaking + awesome.It was perhaps one of the most unbelievable day of my life.The day started out shitty,literally.I had a bad stomachache while waiting for the train at the platform so I had no choice to tap my card out again so let's leave the details out.I was late for photography class but slightly less than half turned up anyway so it's better late than never.I realised how tiring it was to carry my bass and pedal case around for a whole day,I pity my poor shoulders and the humid weather wasn't helping either.I skipped news writing class and went to City Hall to meet Bryan,Ryan and Clement.I also realised that I was underdressed,I know I should've worn my collared shirt but oh well.Soundchecked for an hour and we saw a poster being displayed at Esplanade itself and I was like,holy cow.I felt like we weren't ready for this and I tried lying to myself,brainwashing myself to not be nervous.About 45 minutes before the show,we were asked to head to the dressing room and wait until showtime.The organisers actually convinced us that the room was nothing fancy but in all honesty,that room felt like a million bucks.It was as if we were on Warped Tour or something man.Their treatment and accommodation was definitely first class,I can't quite imagine the treatment of the real big stars.We're just noobs who got a lucky break somehow.

We were stuffing food down our throats with less than 15 minutes to spare and we ventured out of the dressing room.The stage was set and there was actual crowds patiently waiting for us.I was overwhelmed but I realised not many people from my side showed up so I was less nervous.The first set was ok I guess,it wasn't good enough because we weren't interacting enough with the crowd.But I think getting the first set done was a scary experience,I think more than 50 people were watching us,that's a lot of people for me.We've never reached that amount of crowd coming down just to catch us in action but after all that was done,we were geared up for the second set.I actually wanted to play more songs because I was having so much fun.We were talking more in between sets even though it sounded more like mumblings.Still,the effort was there and it was definitely better than our first set by milestones.We had a mini-debrief and it was time to say goodbye to our dressing room.

So here's my thanks to everyone who came all the way down despite all your busy schedule to watch and support us,it means a lot to us.Hopefully we made it worth your while.I would like to thank all our friend-bands like Fire Away,Samson!,Tacit Aria,Maha from Ingride and Limelights of the Past.Busm's friends and church gang(Amanda,Ryan,Matthew,Benedict and Lynette),Zach from The Elevator,Jialin's girlfriend and classmates.Desiree and Adam's friends.Ryan's girlfriend and his classmates.Nicky,Jo and gang.Busm's folks and my mom.Lauralisa and friends,I was glad I knew her one day before the big day.And most importantly,the Esplanade organisers who did so much for us,not forgetting the sound crew from The Music Lab.Oh,and everyone whom I missed out,the passer-bys and anyone who turned their heads in our direction.

For those who missed our show,fret not because we'll have another one coming really soon and it's going to be a full-blown electric set.I shall post the details as the date arrives.I can promise it's going to be a blast because we'll be playing alongside super awesome and established bands.I shan't drop the bombs just yet,suspense.Lastly,I'm honoured to be in the band alongside my comrades in arms,Ryan,Jialin,Eugene and Busm.I'm going to cherish these moments forever.Here's to many more awesome gigs to come!


Practice makes perfect,practice makes perfect sense to me...


So sweet I can hardly speak
Due to such trauma in my teeth
But your body language is telling that you're worth the pain

So weak I can hardly keep
Shaky legs, holding up my feet
But your body language is telling me that I'm not to blame

Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense

I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
And I have done a few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
To me

Wake up at first light hearing you calling out
For your criminal clothing that fled the scene
Upon being ripped free
Conversation ensued
And I want to do so many things to you
Sip after sip
You insist you're a hit
Sip after sip
Yeah, I swear I can feel it

Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense

I’ve become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
And I have done a few things I regret
I’ve become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
And I have done what a mother wouldn’t want
What a mother wouldn't want in a son

Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense

I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
And I have done a few things I regret
I've become what a mother wouldn't want in a son
And I have done what a mother wouldn't want
What a mother wouldn't want in a son

Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
To me...


Practice Makes Perfect by Cute Is What We Aim For.