Kay, I'm back to square one. Empty inside but filled on the outside. Don't understand? The better.

Well, I really had to update on the previous days. Its been an prodigiously days lately.
Choir yesterday was, all I could comment much more palatial than on Wednesday. Ms Grace keep pointing out that each and everyone one of us are special that this song is playing on my mind.

"
I'm an angel, I'm a devil
I am sometimes in between
I'm bad as it can get
And good as it can be
Sometimes I'm a million colors
Sometimes I'm black and white
I am all extremes
Try to figure me out, you never can
There's so many things I am
I'm someone filled with self-belief
I'm haunted by self-doubt
I've got all the answers
I've got nothing figured out
I like to be by myself
I hate to be alone
I'm up and I am down
But that's part of the thrill
Part of the plan
Part of all of the things I am
I am special
I am beautiful
I am wonderful
And powerful
Unstoppable
Sometimes I'm miserable
Sometimes I'm pitiful

But that's so typical of all the things I am"

P.S. I wish to dedicate this blogsong to all WRSS choir(**note that just capitulate that the 'I' changes to 'you')