I don’t think I’ve exercised that ghastly high register since middle-school choir when the director insisted I was high soprano. Life before puberty.
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I like to think of myself as the Chinese version of Ramona Quimby. Except she was 8 with a better haircut.
This blog pokes at the lop-sided parts of my life that make me laugh nervously and hope everything is just some funky phase.
Unfortunately, not always the case.-
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7 responses so far ↓
joe // May 19, 2009 at 5:42 am
hahah! jen! I miss you
) this is good. maybe someday you can actually sing this with him!
becky // May 19, 2009 at 10:53 am
ah.. this is good. soothing, if i were to use another word.
and i miss you.
susanecho // May 20, 2009 at 1:26 am
Jen!
ercawhale // May 20, 2009 at 4:56 pm
I was wondering if you were gonna do this. haha, I kinda wanna do it too….
I can tell you wanted to look your best for Gabe. HAHAHAHA.
jackings // May 20, 2009 at 11:55 pm
you and erica crack me up
victor lim // May 22, 2009 at 4:20 am
you lied….i stared at you for the whole part…not just the beginning
andy // June 8, 2009 at 1:22 am
hahaha very beautifully done
yays