Many want to go this route – using the pipes to have a go at their wildest dreams. And some have seen their wildest dream come true too, if the batting average of American Idol – or other singing contests – are anything to go by. Before my memory goes to oblivion, let me share [...]

Without paid classes, I remember summers being woken by the Cascades and the rhythm of their falling rain, afternoons trying to draw stick figures in elegant dresses, writing about the tree tapping on my window, playing tumbang preso and taguan, singing Eternal Flame (via karaoke, full blast) to my crush next door, and laughter. Lots of it.

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