Twenty-Two

Yayyy mom made pasta for me cos she didnt want me to starve (: (:

Tmr's THE DAY. How time flies yes? After months and months and days and sweat and scoldings and scoldings and scoldings and tutoring and instant noodles and ice cream and omg endlesssss. Tmr will be the day we'll be given the chance t prove ourselves, to put our last breathe through th trumpet ...into the nicest sound we can produce. Gosh. The heat is crazzzzy i tell you, i'm not sure if i'll survive through this night, with toss and turns, hopes and dreams, memories...

You'll hear us tmr, you'll feel us.

Congrats to Choir for your GWHHHH :D:D:D