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Me Saying The Wrong Things At The Wrong Time
I don’t like being the “bridge” or the “middle man”. I just can’t find that in myself you know. To some degree, I truly believe I am socially dysfunctional, and that the probability of me saying the wrong things at the wrong time is directly proportional to the gravity of the conflict at hand.
Quite honestly, this stresses me out more than the singing.
EHEM. Laureen and Kay. EHEM.
Shit Sherlockians Say
My project for the day. Hope you like it! Sorry if it’s ridiculous. And arrg, quality is so bad. Had to film it with my computer. Ah well.
“BENEDICT DOES NOT LOOK LIKE… THAT THING FROM ICE AGE.”
UP MedChoir’s Journeys
I was just listening to the first ever CD I sang in, and I’ve never felt so proud. Songs weren’t perfect, but they went through, bone-deep. Some songs even got me crying, particularly Ihip ng Hangin. I’m a sucker for that beautiful kind of melancholy.
