you know, i can't remember when i first started getting into all this music.

i've sung my way through half my life. i first joined choir in primary 2 and it found me back in secondary 1 and in jc i knew right away it was where i belonged. but everytime i think that i'm loving this choir because i enjoy singing those songs and i enjoy the attention ( Read more... )

"Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves, when he did sing:

To his music plants and flowers

Ever sprung; as sun and showers

There had made a lasting spring.

Everything that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
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this poem is for the pillow clutchers/for those looking into the imaginary eyes of the person who fills their mind with sugarplum smiles/for those who have a cannon of dreams ready and waiting to blossom/for the men and the women who want to be understood in that way that only someone who kisses you can understand you/this poem is for you.

this ( Read more... )