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Saturday, January 06, 2007

4:10 AM

I know why you're here.
Last night, you suddenly recall there is such a person you know call Jiasheng who's a brilliant blogger on hiatus. (No, really, it's really unnecessary to vomit all over your keyboard). You remember him blogging about being lazy but you decided to try your luck and risk your life (because of his brilliance) to try to read my blog.
I know why I'm here.
Last night, I had this dream about a fiery dragon who has a curious symbol on his head that resembles the letters 'ZY'. He growls and says, "YOU HAVEN'T BEEN UPDATING YOUR BLOG! LISSED YOUR SAME MATIRE!"(I'm sure he meant to say "missed your lame satire", but pardon the dragon. They tend to speak with spoonerisms.) And he was about to squash me flat when I woke up. Or perhaps I died on the spot and woke up. In either case, it doesn't matter, since the point is that I'm supposed to blog, right?
So that's why I'm here.
Are you going to continue to read? If you are, then I'm ready to blog some more. Otherwise, go to the red X on the corner of your screen. Or press Alt-F4.
Since it's a new year, I should start afresh, ignoring all the stuff I've missed out during my gigantic break from blogging. So it just happens that it's the orientation yesterday, so I think we have to commence from there. Or, more specifically, from Thursday.
I must be truthful and say that the orientation was really rushed. Firstly, we were so busy preparing for the concert, SYF and march-in that we completely had no plan what to do for the orientation. Ironic isn't it- to think that the orientation is more important than the other three events, seeing that the new batch of Year 1 students has the potential to reform the band from their batch.
More on that later. What actually happened was that on Thursday morning(note that the orientation is on Friday afternoon), Edwin got some people (Year 2) to help with the preparation work as they have afternoon lessons so they are unavailable. Nonetheless, he employed the help of the 'Xuan Clique' (whose members are namely: Jie Xuan, Hui Yao, Zhengyu, I, etc) and some other individuals who have the capabilities to spare their afternoon.
So at 1.30, I bailed out of the classroom and started work. Actually it was pretty easy work - just photocopy some documents, prepare some materials, and POOF! we're done. We have to photocopy 15 posters, 150 sets of booklets, buy a vanguard sheet, get some silver markers. Edwin told me to get some black paint originally, but I found the old banner. (If you must know, we didn't use the banner anyway)
So we shuttled from HCI to Coro (actually, I don't see why 4 people have to go at once. No, 5, if you count Qi Fan) to photocopy and went for lunch. After lunch, we collected the stuff. Jie Xuan told me to check, but I conveniently said that if we had a few sets missing, we'll just print at school. In foresight, I realize it was a big mistake. But then, all I cared was to finish one work and go to another.
Moral of the story: Always listen to Jie Xuan.
(When he's right.)
(When he's not on hugging spree.)
Actually, it should be 'Thou shalt listen to goodth advice when necessary."
But as Jovina said, this is a blog, not a thesis (why do I get the feeling that it resembles more like one?)
Anyway, I told them to go fold the 150 booklets first, while I get the markers and such. After obtaining them from a stationery shop, it was back to school. I was at the gate when Zhengyu and Jie Xuan turned up there too - they got off at the wrong stop.
+(When he gets off at the right stop)
So, we started folding, and I remembered about the black paint, so, in a moment of pure idiocy and stupidity, I went to the school bookshop, and asked point-blank:
"Auntie, do you sell black paint?"
She looked at me like I was going to use the paint to splash on the Principal's Office and laugh diabolically paint the Discipline Master's face like a zebra.
So after much contemplation, she flatly said, "No, we don't sell black paint here,"
I could have swore she called the Principal later. Paranoid.
The funny thing was I saw the Principal hobble towards the bookshop later.
Oh no... could it be that the bookshop auntie actually has some sort of illicit affair with the Principal? I know there's a little room at the back of the bookshop...
-terminates sick thought-
As I was saying, they didn't have black paint, so we moved to the new band room to continue to work. I got a paper cut! I shall never fold a paper again (I folded another one for art today, so you can see my words never count). Huiyao decided to talk about Bryan from his class while blood gushed out like a waterfall, spraying the band room in a deadly crimson, so while they were happily chatting, I was staggering like a drunk trying to control the wound's bleeding.
Nah. There wasn't even blood.
Then we found out that we were short of 46 copies. So. it was another trip to Coro. I was running quite late for 3rd Language - it's my first lesson of the year - so I decided to take a bus straight from there. The rest is done anyway, and I'm sure the XC can handle it.
Happens that I was too exhausted from the mad rush and I fell asleep on 156 and ended up in Clementi.
So much for brilliant blogger Lin Jiasheng.
So I decided to take the Clementi MRT and travel to Bishan.
I was 30 minutes late.
Nonetheless, my teacher's Chia sensei (WHY WHY must she have the same surname as that vermin WHY) and as far as I can see, she's pretty nice. Must be unrelated.
The orientation day - they informed us on the day itself what pieces to play. You must think that the band is so professional - we can play any piece, right? Left. I mean, wrong. The tempo and rhythm was obviously so off that Mr. Lim suffered a PMS again.
Well. Also, Bob came.
Why must he come? I mean, didn't he leave 2 years ago? Why is he back?
Then again, why am I so hostile? Maybe it was bad experience with people in long pants.
He reminds me of Kun Won. Not that Kun Won is bad.
But anyway, the Euphonium section was finally full-strength today.
Bob, Jiunn Lin, Weiqi, Jing Hao, Zhi Tao, I
In no order of merit.
In order of merit:
Weiqi, Jiunn Lin, Bob, I, Jing Hao, Zhi Tao
Hmmm. Shall think about it.
Anyway, the end result was: 38 people signing up. every year we have about an average of 25. So I might say it's a pretty reassuring number.
I'm going to work the Year 1s hard. As ambitious as it sounds, I want a revolution. I want a strict band with discipline. Fun is allowed after seriousness.
Why do I sound like I have the ability to do just that?
I think Jiehan's rubbing off me his fervour.
We ended celebrating Chan Lam's birthday. And Yong Jie's too.
Oh well. I think I'll just have to stop. I really can't think of anything funny today. Sorry, Zhengyu. I'll replenish my stock of laughs next time.
It's only a week and I miss XXX already. x|

signed, jiasheng