New blogskin, New life!
As you can see, i've just changed my blog skin; hope you guys like it better than the initial D one... its something more reminiscent of who I am...yes i know, i should've gotten something with drums on it or something, but i prefer to refer to myself as a pianist instead. *sounds better, doesn't it?* Man, how many things can happen in such a small amount of time? I'm like...blogging so often; not like its bad or anything, actually. It kinda gives you guys more insight into my life...haha. Don't think I'm trying to show off, though.
Lets start on what happened yesterday during band...well, actually, nothing much la. the usual stuff. Came into band and saw the percussion *seniors* weechew, hidayat and asyraf giving the percussion section a little pep talk, one where everyone laughs every ten seconds, seriously. haha...don't say we're slacking, cuz the talk really worked. I really think we've knocked some sense into these kids (no offense; you are, you know. haha). Speaking of which, most of the are sec1s, which is amazing to be frank. If they can reach our standard, or maybe almost there by the competition next year then i can really take my hat off to them. Such wonders we can work with the section. Like I said, people get into the percussion section cuz they can't make it in the other sections. BUT, give us unpolished gems and they come back to you sparkling like stars in the night sky. Nothing is impossible; anyone can achieve almost anything if they really try hard enough. OK, enough about that. So there was band prac...whole day...as usual...blah blah blah, den at dismissal the alumni was going crazy at the podium. We were all laughing like maniacs over those cheap jokes; cheap, but insanely funny. We all hated Felix's "racist" jokes, but they really were funny, though sometimes very lame. And it was there where I got my second injury over the past few months; having my right elbow area grazed after being sat on by Felix, with someone else on top of him, i dunno who. Damn, i seem to always get injured by *well fed* people. After that went home lahs...after walking farz back to her house with chang yuan...enough said.
Today i really intended to get more sleep, but I was called up to play soccer at bedok...so I had to wake up at 8am, take a quick shower and make my way to bedok...unfortunately I reached there only at 9.15, 45 minutes later den the set time...haha. My first extremely tardy appointment, perhaps. There I met Hidayat, Azwan, Felix, Syafiq and Bob...we den walked to a street soccer court at opera estate...the place was empty! It seems classy terrace-type people are not really into sports. well, soccer, actually. We played till around 2pm, then made our way to some hawker centre at bedok south...you know, opposite Temasek JC? I had fish noodles as usual, only this time it looked worse and tasted worse. Damn, I miss the one at Chai Chee. too bad it's closed for renovations. I don't think anyone can imagine how tired we were. Not only from playing soccer, but by filling our stomachs with food...it was prime time to sleep! but not yet...no bed. -______-" took bus 38 home with syafiq, bob and hidayat...Felix and azwan took 12 from TJC side...and here I am, blogging to you all yet again.
Postponing the band camp was quite troublesome...it was changed to next week. So it's eating into my birthday, the tune in at MJC on tuesday, and into some of my section members' time, cuz some of them are either going overseas or got some stuffs to do. Oh well, I'll be going all the same. haha...eh. You people better not sabo me on my birthday...haha. I haven't partaken in any of these schinanigans before, well, except smashing an egg on chang yuan's head on his birthday. HOPE YOU DON'T TAKE REVENGE. <---- it's a hint. ok...end here lahz. My mind has gone blank...*showing the drunk, stupid, moronic face*
Lets start on what happened yesterday during band...well, actually, nothing much la. the usual stuff. Came into band and saw the percussion *seniors* weechew, hidayat and asyraf giving the percussion section a little pep talk, one where everyone laughs every ten seconds, seriously. haha...don't say we're slacking, cuz the talk really worked. I really think we've knocked some sense into these kids (no offense; you are, you know. haha). Speaking of which, most of the are sec1s, which is amazing to be frank. If they can reach our standard, or maybe almost there by the competition next year then i can really take my hat off to them. Such wonders we can work with the section. Like I said, people get into the percussion section cuz they can't make it in the other sections. BUT, give us unpolished gems and they come back to you sparkling like stars in the night sky. Nothing is impossible; anyone can achieve almost anything if they really try hard enough. OK, enough about that. So there was band prac...whole day...as usual...blah blah blah, den at dismissal the alumni was going crazy at the podium. We were all laughing like maniacs over those cheap jokes; cheap, but insanely funny. We all hated Felix's "racist" jokes, but they really were funny, though sometimes very lame. And it was there where I got my second injury over the past few months; having my right elbow area grazed after being sat on by Felix, with someone else on top of him, i dunno who. Damn, i seem to always get injured by *well fed* people. After that went home lahs...after walking farz back to her house with chang yuan...enough said.
Today i really intended to get more sleep, but I was called up to play soccer at bedok...so I had to wake up at 8am, take a quick shower and make my way to bedok...unfortunately I reached there only at 9.15, 45 minutes later den the set time...haha. My first extremely tardy appointment, perhaps. There I met Hidayat, Azwan, Felix, Syafiq and Bob...we den walked to a street soccer court at opera estate...the place was empty! It seems classy terrace-type people are not really into sports. well, soccer, actually. We played till around 2pm, then made our way to some hawker centre at bedok south...you know, opposite Temasek JC? I had fish noodles as usual, only this time it looked worse and tasted worse. Damn, I miss the one at Chai Chee. too bad it's closed for renovations. I don't think anyone can imagine how tired we were. Not only from playing soccer, but by filling our stomachs with food...it was prime time to sleep! but not yet...no bed. -______-" took bus 38 home with syafiq, bob and hidayat...Felix and azwan took 12 from TJC side...and here I am, blogging to you all yet again.
Postponing the band camp was quite troublesome...it was changed to next week. So it's eating into my birthday, the tune in at MJC on tuesday, and into some of my section members' time, cuz some of them are either going overseas or got some stuffs to do. Oh well, I'll be going all the same. haha...eh. You people better not sabo me on my birthday...haha. I haven't partaken in any of these schinanigans before, well, except smashing an egg on chang yuan's head on his birthday. HOPE YOU DON'T TAKE REVENGE. <---- it's a hint. ok...end here lahz. My mind has gone blank...*showing the drunk, stupid, moronic face*
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