HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!
to my mum and also my panda mummy!
i msged her today lar.
i miss my panda mummy!
haha.
went to weechong's house to mug today with kok, yongde, annie, tracy.
weechong's house is cool de lor!
3 storeys leh!
damn fun.
climb up and down.
but his dog damn fierce.
glared at me when i entered the house lar.
:/
ohwels.
i just finished drawing the mindmap for the organic topics tested on tues.
took like, 2 hours?
about there ba..
eyes gg blurry le.
ohwels.
hms.
oh yea.
im gna miss band loads.
im gna miss mr tan too!
and every single thing that i have experienced here in this band.
indeed, this is very different from snsb.
the feeling is very different compared to when i left snsb too.
i have learnt loads here.
thanks to mr tan and leon.
and also the other ppl who came to hlp here and there, like engseng, and weijie and jiaheng.
but i learnt the most from mr tan and leon de lor.
my section mate taught me loads.
and i realise that i missed out on alot of music theory when i was in snsb.
i miss playing on the horn alr.
i dont want to stop playing cz i know that if i stop, i will deprove like shit.
and after 6 years, should i just let my playing skills deprove lidat?
i dont want lehh.
but i dont have a choice either.
il miss the ppl also.
i think its the practices and the ppl that il miss the most.
they are the ones that coloured my band life.
mans.
ahhhhhhhhh....
it feels like we havent had enough fun yet.
it feels like everyone had just started to bond and interact with each other.
and its time to leave alr.
haix.
but its no use emo-ing and feeling sad here.
its gone.
the times are gone forever.
its time for us to go.
and its a fact.
no more will it come back.
all i can do is to just reminisce.
but by the end of one and a half years, i can proudly say that,
i never regretted joining nyband.
il miss the days.
the sad ones, happy ones, irritating ones etc etc.
yupps.
and im proud to say that i was a part of nyband.
the nyband that got a GOLD together, as a team.
=)
the gold medal is really just a bonus, cz its the times that i had with my band mates that are more precious than anything.
haha.
music making here in nyband was fun!
hms..
this syf was different too.
i really enjoyed myself on stage.
i told leon the day before that he will definitely hear my sound shiver on stage de.
but, i realised that i didnt feel scared at all!
back in sec 2, my hands were sweating like crazy.
and when i came out of VCH, my horn bell was so wet.
back in sec 4, cz of my nervousness and the fact that i pushed so hard on my lips when i was playing el cam, i began mispitching everywhere.
all my high Es, Fs and Gs all cannot make it.
but this time, i didnt really make so much stupid mistakes.
except for the one at K, bar 141 where i played the first note wrongly which resulted in me not being able to play consequent notes in that bar, the rest were just fine.
and i had the mood to actually look across the stage and see all the familiar faces and tell myself, this is the last time im gna play with these grp of ppl.
and i cld look at the judges and not feel anything.
and i cld tell myself that, "hey i know this place, ive been here before. nothing to be scared of. and i have the ppl that i know with me."
its a very different feeling on stage this time.
=)
haha.
alrites..
i think i shld slp soon.
its late.
and tmr have to report to sch half an hour earlier than any other mondays.
comm meetin tmr also.
the last few comm meetings that we will be having.
haha.
alrites.
hm.
i was just wondering.
isit a certain background of mine that made me so stupid, naive and vulnerable?
ive tried.
its not like i havent.
maybe i shld start paying attention to other ppl instead.
come on, theres a whole sea of ppl out there.
theres nothing special abt me that will make an impact anywhere.
each new day adds on to the number of reasons for me to leave.
my imagination is not that good.
i believe i cant imagine such things.
neverminds.
its time to get my life back on track.
and no one is gna stop me except myself.
with the Lord's strength with me,
i will return to who i was.

mata ne..