Yes.  I mean, it’s not like it’s something so far fetched.  People who have come to know me can easily testify that I have this love for music, particularly loud ones.  And besides, it’s not like I don’t have the voice to belt it out.

While waiting for my coffee date, I took a picture of my book for the week:

Met with my former choirmate, always friend Algie today for some coffee.  There’s nothing like having someone you’ve known for years bring you to solid ground.  I have been high and low, and if there’s something I can brag about, it’s the fact that this little lady never left my side.

It might seem that she's immature, but that's really her normal face and most of the time, she completes a sentence, and that's a big step for mankind. Hahahaha. I keed. This woman = smart.

So we shared some coffee.  Haven’t been able to give her a proper treat hence the grande cappuccino.  I found it weird that she got a hot drink, but then her throat hurts for reasons I have not come to know (bwahahahahaha).  And we talked for two hours straight.

Almost made her late for choir practice.  Which reminds me…

Maybe I should be going back to choir practice.  I have been out of practice for approximately 6 years.  I don’t know why it took me that long, probably because of work and extra-curricular activities.  But the thought of going back is both repulsive and appealing.  Repulsive because I would need to start over.  Appealing because it is a chance to become a rockstar in a totally different stage.

Nuninuninu…

I think I’m going to need more coffee to think this over.

Enter theme of the day: