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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

2:24 AM

Thanks for the tags. I never thought a flame would attract taggers. Hmmmm.

Bo Dong: quick! erase all evidence of these messages before the school decides to censor this blog!
>> I will uphold freedom of speech! =) And you're like linking your blog so if they decide to close this blog down they most probably would do the same to yours.

dejun: ya lor

>> Again, I politely and gentlemanly refuse xP

Yao Nian: The school will never censor this blog. It'll be their loss. And wow maybe we'll see your reply tomorrow at assembly! Agreed with the self-proclaimed "gentleman". I hardly, or never, have ever seen a true hwachong "gentleman". Most are for show. Of course, you just happen to be at the wrong place and wrong time when you're gentlemanly.
>> Actually, they would if they can. If they can. Mmmm maybe gentlemen come included with a free mask, while stocks last.

Samuel: lol nvm. hoho ur entrie is farnie XD
>> Reallie? Ieppie! o.o

Well today's post is about band practice.

I was so going to get screwed by Leng, a thousand times over. I was panicking half the day before band prac. I was thinking about it during reading period. I was thinking about it during P.E. when we ran 5 rounds around the terraces. I was thinking about it when Peter couldn't set up the video successfully. I was thinking about it when Lee Lao Shi talked about some crippled author with a mother who has liver cancer.

The only time I didn't think about it was during IHC and IHE because I was too engrossed with IHC lesson and how Ms Loh from IHE can wear the same blouse belt combination from last week.

I digress.

Band prac was strict and quiet. The air had thickened and coagulated into a solid block so we were all suffocating. Bufan was stiff. He kept doing the same thing again and again. It seemed like he would never be satisfied.

(Yes I purposely composed the last three sentence to make it sound waaaay wrong.)

In the end Mrs. Lai saved my life by asking for volunteers. Zongxian and I jumped at the opportunity. Hey! It's not my fault. I calculated wisely that my juniors need more practice, so, ahha, ahha, I went to the outdoor bandroom to help with the furniture.

In fact we didn't do much. We just sort of drew weird floorplans and watched the handymen do their assembly work and commented on the weather.

Me: (I'mgoingtogetscrewedbyleng)^infinity this weather is really not contributing to my mood. (It was cloudy and dark and ominous outside.)

Zongxian: It's predicting Leng's mood. And he haven't even came yet.

Me: So it's like only a forecast.

Then Gideon arrived. He was supposed to go to SALT for practice, but his whole body language was like, "WHY WHY IS JIASHENG HERE I WANT TO HELP."

Is it just me, or does Gideon remind people of a Children's Encyclopedia? Like, big and easy to read?

(I am not being mean here. Just stating facts. I recapitulate, I love Gideon just like you people do.)

After 15 minutes Gideon appeared again, declaring a crisis. We're supposed to know the (I feel stupid typing this) HongBao songs by 4.30. Otherwise, we will be kicked out of the performance. I wasn't so worried about me, since the songs are pretty easy, but my juniors are like seniorless so I asked Gideon to help me with them.

(In the end wq came so. Mmm. Gideon didn't get to serve the greater good.)

The whole band prac with Leng was horrible. I'm expressing the general opinion. I personally believe, that the reason why people dislike band pracs with Leng punishing us by doing squeezed up push-ups, is because it's drastically different.

Though I agree with Huiyao. The band would play much much better with discipline.

Anyway, then Edwin peptalked us again! I can't believe this. This major had officially exceeded his peptalked quota (not that it's really a bad thing). Keep it up and he'll be Ernest the II.

Edwin asked, "Raise up your hand if you play in the band because you love band."

Trite, I say. I didn't raise my hand. I looked around and saw all the people who did. And I did feel a little sad for myself.

Later, on MSN, Edwin told me he was surprised I didn't raise up my hand. I pondered over it. Do I love band? In another time, another me, probably. But too much had happened. Do I hate band? No.

But when someone, just like Edwin, asks me if I love band, I cannot agree. Somehow, it doesn't equate. Funny thing was, I always did volunteer and do what he told me to. Most of the time. And often out of my responsibility.

I said to him, "Edwin, you're a good person. That's one of the reasons why I do things for you that I don't give a damn for other people."

Actually, I don't even know why I do stuff for him.

I guess when people get to feel as old as me (note that I said feel), love is simply a passion that is best deemed fickle.

But pretty ironic that the person on the band photo doesn't love band.

Oh wells. At least I'm honest with myself.

signed, jiasheng

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