Chiong, chiong, chiong. I love the adrenaline that courses through my blood and the energy that rushes through me everytime I chiong my work.
And its a miracle I can actually complete them in time. Ahhahs.
RECESS in 6 days time! Please come down and support us in our first every official concert. We're playing pieces like Amazing Grace, First Suite in Eb, Yesterday, March Blue Sky, and Endless Love (which I totally LOVE, cos I get the raised hair everytime we play it)
Okay, just now was like super retarded. Going back and forth like nobody's business.
I want to learn to play the harp.
Is there any poetic justice in the world? Or does it only exist in writings and figments of our imaginations?