Dance Your Grass Skirts Off

He Mele No Lilo.

For those of you with no kids or nieces or nephews of your own or the subscription to channel 615 on Astro, that’s actually one of the songs from the soundtrack of Lilo and Stitch. And last night Raja and I were invited to Tara’s He Mele No Lilo dance performance. Of course, we graciously said yes.

Much to our surprise, Tara was well behaved most of the time. Sure there were some intentional pushing, poking, and friendly bumping during assembly. Some cheeky facial gestures slid in between here and there. But overall, she was, dare I say it, pretty decent.

Juliana said it may have something to do with exhaustion. The kids had been rehearsing their performances from 3pm up til that evening. Gee, those teachers sure are smart to tire those kids like that. Way before they get out of control. I think my mum took an easier alternative and fed us cough syrup. Something like that. Or something stronger.

Here’s a rundown of what happened throughout the night.

This was taken during assembly, after pushing the boy’s head in front of her. The girl she was staring wickedly at was next.

Tara’s Hawaiian moves. Her tube kept slipping down the whole night.

Dear God, I don’t ask for much. Please let me give birth to an equally –if not a more– adorable child. Amin. Much appreciated. (Just some random kid I wanted to kidnap).

After some Summer Lovin’, Jaiho, Pirate Joe, and many many other performances, the night finally came to an end. Strips of fluorescent confetti and sprinkles of gold dust were scattered everywhere.

I absolutely adore the next couple of pics. Credits to the uber fabulous Raja.

Have a wonderful weekend ya’ll!