Choir's back to haunt my ass. While I do like to sing, I don't exactly like to spend so much time in school to practise. So it was with mixed feelings that I dragged my feet to the choir room.
Was horribly out of practice because I can't even hit high notes decently, omfg lah, I sounded like a dying chicken trying to sing the opera before gasping its last breathe. So it was quite obvious that I sucked on my vocal test. Argh. Hated my voice then... really really disgusting tone.
It's only July, but we're already learning songs for carolling. Am also with ambigueous feelings on this because I'm not exactly a Christmas person, with the whole birth of savior thing, but on one hand, it's good that I'm not exactly familiar with all the carols, or else I'll have a hard time sticking to my alto line obediently.
Was horribly out of practice because I can't even hit high notes decently, omfg lah, I sounded like a dying chicken trying to sing the opera before gasping its last breathe. So it was quite obvious that I sucked on my vocal test. Argh. Hated my voice then... really really disgusting tone.
It's only July, but we're already learning songs for carolling. Am also with ambigueous feelings on this because I'm not exactly a Christmas person, with the whole birth of savior thing, but on one hand, it's good that I'm not exactly familiar with all the carols, or else I'll have a hard time sticking to my alto line obediently.