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Sunday, October 15, 2006: J'ai besoin d'aide!! (I need help!!)
I really do need it. I seem to just be stagnating, floating around in nothing.
Tiara'll be exiting Cedar at the end of the year, and she tried to make people vote for her as a Prefect Councillor. I leave you to make what you want of this.
The haze has returned, and last night the PSI was 116 before I slept. It's just as bad right now. Oh, for the web of links and lines!! Please, stop, I implore! If you were affected, would you not be sad too?
J'ai besoin du miel (I need honey)! It's true.
Is there only one Think of Me MIDI file online? It's not as nice as the choral version. Likewise for the Fly Me to the Moon MIDIs. Choir - mystical, musical, magical, soothing, healing.
Such is choral music. Such is classical music (save for Beethoven's Symphony no. 5, for instance).
I can't wait for the upcoming practice.
Choral revival; Cedar Choristers reunite!
Choir restarts; Cedar Choir, take flight!
Rise and soar, far above all;
Amaze, entrance, enthrall!
My P5 camp cheer is brought to mind by this.
Excellence, excellence,
Something for which we must strive.
Excellence, excellence,
EXCELLENCE for group 5!
Now let's change the context a bit...
I think I won't modify the cheer and publish it here. That's another brain-baby of mine. All my brain-babies are (C) ~Seraphine Chorister~ 2006. Sorry, people!
I didn't expect my compo class teacher to print my essay out and distribute it to the class. That was yesterday. My brain-baby, delivered? Nice. It would be better, though, if the essay I submitted to my Chinese / Form teacher comes out in the upcoming publication.
Need help, need honey, need Choir.
Some say love,
it is a river
that drowns the tender reed,
some say love,
it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed;
some say love,
it is a hunger,
an endless, aching need...
I say love,
it is a flower,
and you, its only seed.
Personally though, I'd agree with the third definition. The flower definition is a bit hard to grasp.
Choir - the CCA that's closer to heaven.
You may disagree, but that's my opinion. To each their own.
Singing off...
I can't sing. I need honey, remember? I hate not being able to sing.
I call upon the Melody of my Soul...
~Seraphine Chorister~ sang in The Butterfly Garden
[10:13 AM]
