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♡ felicitous.
Saturday, November 7, 2009, 5:43 PM
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And, I still remember this.

Choir rehearsal today was peculiarly regaling. Lord, and got to agree with Sheela. Ms Grace is being verr adorable. Hha. She barely, or in fact, I shall say, she did not even tensed us in a way, when she usually scolds us.
So we had our wonderful, jocular choir rehearsal today. Learnt bits and pieces of new stuff and practically laugh our lungs out the whole 4hour of session, especially at one moment in midst of singing(hint hint Sheela).
Headed home with Sheela and Illya and bought some bread from the confectionery.
And now, in my most panic state, am deciding on the clothes I'm going to wear for tomorrow's Vienna Boys' Choir concert. I don't want to dress up like how I did last year for the ACJC's concert. Embarrassing, okay.