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Saturday, March 29, 2008
/10:21 PM
Hey world!
Reviving my dead blog. I don't how other band members find the effin' time to blog. Perhaps they don't study. Heh...
Started band at 8:30. Damn hyper. Didn't take sugar, mind. Had sectional music, AT LONG LAST! But ended up taking the Sec1's for marching. Had gimmicks afterwards. ShanJoo was there. Dunno why, but she scares me more than YiLian. Oh, I had forgotten to bring my bottle up when we were take our stuff to the band room. I was like moving trombones to the sectional area, when YiLian stopped me and asked to pay her $5 for bringing my bottle up. Damn la, thought she was serious. Ran to the band room, took the money. OMG!! Mahlu-ed myself la. Mdm Nava bought lunch for the band. THANKS! Changed into full uniform after lunch. We boarded the coach. Sooooo warm la! Suffered all the way to HwaChong.
Arrived at HC. The school's big. The field's MAGNIFICENT! Perfectly manicured. Did a winnie bit of music. Did formations afterwards. The first one was shit la. The rest were pretty good. During one of the formations, Malik's dressing was wrong. When Winston and I told him, he blamed Shafikah and HeTong. 5 words for him: STUPID SON OF A BITCH! Yeah. Did for an hour, rained for the next. Then, as we were assembling in the shelter, Bowen came. My gawd, their unforms were damn shit. Like some Mongolians. Ewww.. Mr Poh's boss took the band in combined music. At 4:30, we left. On the bus, the boys were totally staring at Bowen's drum major. Muahahaha! Raging hormones.
Returned to school, watched the formation video. Not bad:]
Above, if you haven't noticed, are some pics of the camwhore are some photos of the camwhore:]
Was bored ok...
2 weeks to SYF. After 4 months of shit, sighs, I dunno what to say. I miss the times. The Malaysia trip, ROD... How I wish I could turn back time. Life, it plays with you. But in the end, you will be the loser. Regrets are all thats left. Mr Poh said we suck[something like that]. He said silver would be our max. Sighs, another thing about life, it teaches you lessons. Lessons you will never forget. The values. The character. The attitude. They're all grounded in you. I'm pouring my thoughts out now, so if I'm boring you, I apologise. Even if we don't get a gold, obviously I'd be upset, I might even cry, I would still be glad that I have been part of an amazing group of people. The priceless lessons I've learnt,they're a good enough gold medal for me.