Brother and sister woke up early this sunday morning to get changed for Easter service at Shangri La. After sleeping most of the day through,I went for their church concert last night where all three of them were performing and it was Boring with the capital 'B'. I left after 45 mins. Well at least I made an appearance to give my support and I guess some people get it, some don't and you look at them, they were really happy and blissful to be singing all those boring hymns. I'll have to hand it to them. To each his own.
if the sky falls on my head while i am chasing butterflies, so be it
every moment, every turning point, every romantic encounter in life, has been marked with a distinct song. our frailties, dreamy encounters and setbacks are always reflected with a soundtrack- a tune which brings us back, a button that allows us to freeze time and playback all those precious moments, good or bad.
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