The taste of happiness

What made my day:

Having Subway for dinner. God knows how much I love Subway. Like how I can have vermicelli for 5 days in a row, I can have Subway for an entire week if I can afford the trip to school everyday (which gets me a 20% discount off every purchase). I love my honey oat, I love my Veggie Delite, I love my honey mustard and I love my double chocolate chip cookie. I’m basically a Subway-whore. Plus I’ve got great company for dinner, so that probably value-adds to the entire dining experience.

Visiting the clubroom for the first time in a month. Mr. Yellow’s transformed the entire room into a recording studio, and I was joking with Jack that the studio (which formerly looked like a storeroom) finally had leg space for more than 3 people. (Apparently the image of being squeezed into the puny little studio with CY and ZY is still hovering vividly in my mind) The only thing’s that I felt a little intimidated by the presence of seniors (like I always do), so my voice didn’t open until we left the room.

Picking up tips and lessons from Skyler and Jack on guitar and vocals. They’re absolutely wonderful instrumentalists cum vocalists, and I had a great time. Despite the fact that the index finger on my left hand is currently nursing a huge blister from all that barring, it was a great opportunity for us to exchange tips and comments. I swear I’ll work on using my diaphragm after I’m done with the barring.

Having soup for supper. Typical Cantonese girl, you might say. I’ll always finish my soup right up to the last drop, as long as it’s home-cooked and does not contain any fragments of meat. All it took was a single phone call from my dad to get me zooming home for that bowl of piping hot soup. Ah, the taste of happiness.

Okay, I need to grab a fruit and hit the sack.