cuz, she thinks, this will be the 'last time'

currently incapable of stringing proper sentences there is SO MUCH to flail about!  off the top of my head, the shiny costumes and the glitter, the pimp-daddy hat and the silver cane, the huge pink prop shoe and omfg the gay-looking male dancers and their white feather fans.  there was a coat that had stiff black feathers sprouting out of the collar and a wig that extended a fucking foot behind his head.  fireworks and explosions and streamers and i was close enough tat i could feel the heat from the display.  the see-thru piano. the purple pants. NUNCHAKUS.

and of course, underpinning all of it was his talent, his songs, his music.  the piano battle tat was too too short, 南拳妈妈 expanding on the potential of 不能说的秘密, 发如雪 on the 古筝, the corny acoustic version of 双节棍, his VOICE.  阳光宅男 gained a special place in my heart tonite cuz i will always remember it as the song where i was less than 2 metres away from utter genius.

and best, BEST of all, he gets his 外婆 on stage to perform with him cuz he says, she does it so much better *LOVES* 

jay, oh jay, u singlehandedly make up for all the kat-tun concerts i will never see live.