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21.11.07

CAROLLING PRACTICE WAS THE BOMB!

Ok.

I tried singing alto, and it turned out to be okay!
I just had to make that effort like Diane did, even if we don't really know our notes.
Everything was cool, because we had Lifeng, Minfeng and Gis
elle there with us.
Debbie's joining us later anyway, so the altos are gonna OWN!
Nah, I shouldn't think that way.
We're all doing this for God and the people who are gonna hear us sing,
And I'm sure He's really proud that we're putting in effort to sin
g Joy To The World in Chinese.
Joel's our conductor and his singing made me laugh yesterday, because I have never heard him sing before.
Oh he's 17, not 18.
(No wonder LAH, HAHAHAH!)
There was a song which helped us to warm up our voices.
It goes like this:
Laughing is contagious,
Has its advantages,
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
He-he-he-he-he-he!
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-HO-ho!
:D

Then Weijun sent us all home.
We had to squeeze, because I was being stubborn that I wanted to follow his car.
But anyway, carolling brightened up my night and made me laugh too. Yeah.

I bought madeleines and WangWang biscuits at the Esso station.
I like my breakfast.
I ate 7 spoons of fried rice too.
$100 on my table for my hairdo later.
And the first people who are gonna see the glam side of me are th
e Tll people.
After Tll, I've got to take an MRT from Newton to City Hall Interchange to meet up with the Drama people.
We're all watching Chitty Chitty Bang Bang tonight at the Esplanade.
I'm sure there'll be a standing ovation.
11.19 AM.
Madeleines, here I come.


28.11.06, the day you died.
"You wanna attend Buffy's funeral?" - Dad.
He doesn't know your name's Fluffy, and my Mum keeps thinking you're a girl even if you have testicles.
I guess God helped me to make the decision not to see you, and to go back to sleep that lazy rainy morning.
My parents didn't want you in the house, and I blame them for that.
It was too cold out, nonono, I miss you so effing much, darling.
You may look ugly in that photo, but in real life, people will never know how handsome and how cute you looked even while you were afraid, or sleeping in my arms.
Somehow, it seems as if you're not gone yet.
I've been hanging onto memories of you.
While you were alive, and you still are.
When I was sad, you kept quiet with me and laid down on my lap.
When I was happy, you would run around the entire garden so that I couldn't catch you, and you'd make me laugh if I fell down while doing so.
You're not gone yet, Fluffy.
I dreamt of you last night.
Of your blue rimmed eyes, like mine, and clean snowy fur.
Now Muffin's got a new companion.
But she isn't half as awesome as you are.
I do miss you. I'm crying):
Love you loads.
I'll talk to you on your anniversary okay.
Even if I'll be at pre-camp.
You're in heaven right now, I'll be up there soon.
Jesus loves you.
And Liling does too.
I'll love you for as long as I live and if I have kids or get a dog.
Fluffy, you'd be my husband if you were human.
You're the best rabbit anyone could ever have.
I want you with me so badly now.
xoxo. RAWWWWRRRR FLUFFYYYY!
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