Choir practices has officially resumed on Tuesday. Two practices have passed and we have began on our race towards SYF. We are pretty on track I guess. Finishing most of the song in 2 sessions. This would be indeed something to be glad about.

I brought up the idea of using my sister drama society's ticket design during meeting earlier on. They have their tickets in small paper boxes printed with the necessary information. Hoping that this would indeed impress the new recruites next year, and thus get more members into choir. Not just normal members but dedicated and loyal members. So thus that all our hard work would not come to waste, that choir would continue to strive.

I had also made up my mind on certain issues and decided that I would have to risk it all once again. To settle somethings once and for all and face up to whatever consequence I shall face. I guess that would be taking responsible risk. Wow, HOM.

Homework stood still as I've been slacking this week thus far. Chinese projects are pressing on me very hard, making it impossible to ignore that the time is running out. Have to start, but things just aren't that easy when you are doing it in groups of 5. Shall find a way to settle it tomorrow.

Have also been pretty much onto Heavenly Sword and Dragon Sabre. Or rather addicted. The story just makes it so addictive that I react intensively to that screen infront I stare of. The cast is good and the plot is even better. I just hate the fact that Zhou Zhirou had to be such a bitch in the end, however, it was all because of her teacher. That old hag had her did all those things, such a pity that she couldn't be together with Zhang Wuji. See that? I'm showing syntoms once again. Too crazy over it guess. That I'm watching it on TV and over the net.

I'm having a cold apparently, my nose is clogged up badly too. Can barely breath properly through my nose. Must be the overtime on the gaming causing me so. Would have to take measures.

If all else perished, and he (she) remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he (she) were annhilated the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger.