Ok I've not updated for quite a while and I think some of my avid readers are starting to miss me...so here goes.
Today was NBC...and Titans Marching Band got a Gold at 85% which made us the Top Band for the 3rd Div!!! Don't look down on us just because we joined the third div okay. For a band which switched from outdoor to indoor in just a matter of months, getting top band is an achievement that was once unimaginable in our minds...Well today I played the new snare, which Hidayat was right because the unseasoned-feel made if very difficult to feel with, and even worse to roll with. Rolling at very low dynamic ranges was a horror for me. I was trying my very best to keep it as smooth as possible. Damn that new snare. Need to season that for a few years...HAHA! A FEW YEARS! did I mention I froze for one count in the middle of the fast section? Maybe most of you guys didn't hear it. But what scared me out of my wits when the song ended was what I heard from Faiz and Aqidah
"Why you suddenly stop sia one part?"
Oh my god. That's how obvious it was. But maybe not so to the audience, since it was only in close proximity. Everyone else didn't notice (or did you, guys??) I thought that stupid move would cost us the gold. Can you imagine having one count of semiquavers empty...in a section where the snare drum should always be heard. It was downright scary. But the results made it all worthwhile. It's proof of our versatility. Yah, if we were SO DAMN versatile we could've made it in div 1 right. To be frank, we ain't that good YET. =)
Okay...new topic. A thought came across me today about how my mum 'cares' for me. I'm stuck in a grey area and I'm wondering whether I am to decide on how she treats me overall. Sometimes I think I'm just a ragdoll for her everyday use. Other times I just feel like I'm handcuffed to her. Here's a few examples.
No. 1 : "Better do well for your promos...If you retain one year very malu you know (malu = paiseh = embarrassing)"
Anything wrong with this sentence? Maybe not at first. But wouldn't it be better to encourage me with more inspiring words to motivate study then to use her MIAN ZI (face/pride) instead? So she's saying the downside only falls on her where my retaining results on her losing face. Not very caring of her.
No. 2 : "Faster come and sleep okay tomorrow I have to wake up early for YOU!"
So it's not about me, is it? It's about you.
Continuation from No. 2 :
"I'll sleep in my room then. So you can sleep in peace and I can wake up myself tomorrow"
"Sleep in your room no need electricity? Who's paying for the e-bills around here? ME!"
Okay...so it's about the money isn't it? It's always about the money.
And after seeing zach's parents coming to give their support for NBC today, I felt embarrassed as to how much my mum is unsupportive of me being with the Titans Band. She has no sense of appreciation for passion beyond imagination. Musicianship could be alienlike to her...thought she admitted that she once joined the band in her secondary school days. The school? Bukit Panjang Govt High. Surprised? She quit not long after. So it doesn't count. No wonder she has no experience of what I have till today.
Alright, I'm just about done. And tomorrow (and every sunday, in fact) I've got tuition for Maths [you know, the one i failed just because i didn't study. JUST BECAUSE.] which she firmly put me in in effort to improve my maths before the promos so that she doesn't lose face. In the end, it's about her, isn't it?
Negativity seems to be the theme for most of my entries this month and last month. Sorry about that. Well, that's my life for you.
Today was NBC...and Titans Marching Band got a Gold at 85% which made us the Top Band for the 3rd Div!!! Don't look down on us just because we joined the third div okay. For a band which switched from outdoor to indoor in just a matter of months, getting top band is an achievement that was once unimaginable in our minds...Well today I played the new snare, which Hidayat was right because the unseasoned-feel made if very difficult to feel with, and even worse to roll with. Rolling at very low dynamic ranges was a horror for me. I was trying my very best to keep it as smooth as possible. Damn that new snare. Need to season that for a few years...HAHA! A FEW YEARS! did I mention I froze for one count in the middle of the fast section? Maybe most of you guys didn't hear it. But what scared me out of my wits when the song ended was what I heard from Faiz and Aqidah
"Why you suddenly stop sia one part?"
Oh my god. That's how obvious it was. But maybe not so to the audience, since it was only in close proximity. Everyone else didn't notice (or did you, guys??) I thought that stupid move would cost us the gold. Can you imagine having one count of semiquavers empty...in a section where the snare drum should always be heard. It was downright scary. But the results made it all worthwhile. It's proof of our versatility. Yah, if we were SO DAMN versatile we could've made it in div 1 right. To be frank, we ain't that good YET. =)
Okay...new topic. A thought came across me today about how my mum 'cares' for me. I'm stuck in a grey area and I'm wondering whether I am to decide on how she treats me overall. Sometimes I think I'm just a ragdoll for her everyday use. Other times I just feel like I'm handcuffed to her. Here's a few examples.
No. 1 : "Better do well for your promos...If you retain one year very malu you know (malu = paiseh = embarrassing)"
Anything wrong with this sentence? Maybe not at first. But wouldn't it be better to encourage me with more inspiring words to motivate study then to use her MIAN ZI (face/pride) instead? So she's saying the downside only falls on her where my retaining results on her losing face. Not very caring of her.
No. 2 : "Faster come and sleep okay tomorrow I have to wake up early for YOU!"
So it's not about me, is it? It's about you.
Continuation from No. 2 :
"I'll sleep in my room then. So you can sleep in peace and I can wake up myself tomorrow"
"Sleep in your room no need electricity? Who's paying for the e-bills around here? ME!"
Okay...so it's about the money isn't it? It's always about the money.
And after seeing zach's parents coming to give their support for NBC today, I felt embarrassed as to how much my mum is unsupportive of me being with the Titans Band. She has no sense of appreciation for passion beyond imagination. Musicianship could be alienlike to her...thought she admitted that she once joined the band in her secondary school days. The school? Bukit Panjang Govt High. Surprised? She quit not long after. So it doesn't count. No wonder she has no experience of what I have till today.
Alright, I'm just about done. And tomorrow (and every sunday, in fact) I've got tuition for Maths [you know, the one i failed just because i didn't study. JUST BECAUSE.] which she firmly put me in in effort to improve my maths before the promos so that she doesn't lose face. In the end, it's about her, isn't it?
Negativity seems to be the theme for most of my entries this month and last month. Sorry about that. Well, that's my life for you.
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