Omgosh. Everytime i talk about concert to someone, anyone, even my family members who sometimes tune out and totally ignore me because they've heard it a million times, my heart starts to beat faster and faster and my brain internally just goes 'omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg X 100 times' until i stop talking and go and do something else. In 48 hours, concert would have been over. We would be leaving esplanade. I hope we're happy, elated, i hope everyone ignores school and goes for supper together, and i really really hope i don't cry.

Chorale, I really love you all.

The people.
The music.
The songs.
The LT.
The keyboards.
The piano that is slightly out of tune.
The sectionals.
The Tenor section.
The Bass section.
The Alto section.
The Soprano section. (last 3 sections in no order of preference)
The fumigating
The pulling people away from urinals in the toilet
The singing out hearts out
The overtone
The jokes
The laughter
Each and every one of you
Mr Toh included.

This is so cruel =(

And so we shall make up for it by making it the most fantastic concert esplanade, the recording company, the audience have seen. If we're not singing for them, we will sing for ourselves, because that is truly what beautifies everything.

I love you guys, and girls. Promise to group hug okay.