Okay, going to make this one a fleet rapid post. So ain't much you would hear from me.
First thing in the morning, mum had cooked for us porridge for our `sahur`. Hadn't eat much bowl as yesternight. Accused me all you want but the guilt credits goes to my weeny heavy hunger stomache. Weets. Super hun-grie last night. But well, shut up about food cause I am desperately craving for them-now? Yea, immediate now. But I am fasting. Endure.
Next, choir pracs. Ouh, how could I deny loving choir. We had our choirfuns today. Not much of a breakneck. Consider rating today's a good one. If you should have demand me of about choir pracs today, I take the doubly page for written. Maybe I'll, but after sun sets?
The most despicable thing ever is that 911 came utterly late and I have to resiliete those public walkers with creepy glances. I should have taken the train instead. But huh? I am dupely an dumboe.
Okay, keep my promise.
~Brief today~ Shall end the essay for volume I.