If you may observe, I look convulsingly contorted and awkward. We were right in front of the stage when this picture was taken and it’s quite possible that everyone else were looking over if not I wouldn’t have felt so terribly awkward.
I mean, considering how he must’ve noticed the three of us, seated just a metre opposite while he strummed and sang, immersing ourselves in his deep, heartfelt singing… squealing like a bunch of schoolgirls… (HMM we’re still a bunch of school girls) And when he came downstage, his well-built towering presence, the epitome of manliness, was seriously causing my knees to wobble… like the wobbling panda emoticon. Well not really, I wasn’t even trembling, but you get the drift.
AWMAGAADD THOSE EYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS (AND MANLY STUBBLE)
Which utensil is the chef’s favourite weapon??????