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Friday, July 23, 2004 P-H-S Wooo.. That's been my msn nick since my last (brackets). Honestly, it's a kind of illness.. a deadly, ruthless, pshycotic pest of the earth. I got it in June and it mutated in July to a freaking strain of agony. I'd like to call it Post Handover Syndrome aka syndromus emptiness. It's comparable to tucking in to a buffet at Oscars, tasting everything from the sweet honey waffles to the succulent lamb chops, but still burning in hunger.. The only thing that can be done now is to take some auntie styrofoam boxes and tabao the food back to Ang Mo Kio. Then I hear all that about the current leaders having problems with much about everything.. But I know they'll find their way, plus I put down an extra $100 on Yi Mei. And there's Lynn's blog of sorrow which just broke my heart, I love you Lynnie! Now let's look back? One year ago I was beaming to myself as I lay on my bed. Although the mattress was not perfectly firm and my pillow felt like a piece of shit wrapped in rags, there was the satisfaction. I look back at those days and remember my most embarrasing moment flooding the lovely bus with tears, feeling Wei Jian's emotional barrier crumbling to cookie crumbs and wondering why Li Ming's eyes are dry.. Shit man.. TWE Rocks! Then I go further back when Shan erupted, creating Mt. Vesuvius 2. Slowly, I watch, as they walk out in tears, as they go one by one. Now I thank Shan, cause he built this bond so strong that it survived through the darkest moments of TMS Symphonic Band. The pathetic remnants of this organisation were to become the core of professionalism in this school run by our favourite OYGC. Now back to reality.. If 49 work-until-my-asshole-can-shake teenagers can give so much to the band even when it was doomed for failure, my current batch of crazy Twemasekians can also replenish, no, boost the energy inside her. The situation hasn't reached the stage where 15 band members practice together in a pathetic classroom with windows as cymbals and tables as snares (and it's quite inevitable that these 15 become the principal players of their sections). I still remember Wei Jian at the canteen saying,"If I have to i'll quit.." and Rickson going,"Me too" and another "If Wei Jian goes, i'll go." "Let Jeremy be his(we all know who he is) beloved leader." I was sec 2 and stupid but that was the start of a great batch of spirit. Even our quiet little Cheryl, who couldn't shout when Glosz asked her to, performs with such might and vigour now. Now don't start Cheryl.. And if you all need the rhythm classes, please ask for them.. Anyway, with all this don't go to JC and Poly thing around, I have no idea where to go! Enlighten me! So colourful.. I need to control this.. a ranting by Eugene at 10:14 PM |
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