Jar of HEARTS



Class is starting but I'm blogging (and I like the expression).
I'm listening to Jar of hearts in the style of Glee Cast because it's so buzzing right now and I can't stand it!

Uh.. I remembered something. Last holiday my sister and I have indirectly covered the song. I was learning to play the song with my keyboard and she suddenly came to me saying she wanted to sing. My skill was so so as I'm still learning how to play piano but it went quite good. Forgot to record the scene but anyway it was fun...Credit to this tumbler (which is the singer's tumbler herself)!


Next goal: Learn to play Someone like you - Adele

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Enrecca ❤ said…
mah voice is superb!
gahaaaaa! :p
September 12, 2011 at 1:19 PM
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