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spiderpigTriple 5. The best day of my life.
Have you ever heard the phrase, "As good as it gets?"
That's probably what sums up 050505, fifth May 2005, one of the best days in my life.
CJCSB Gold. Seven years devoid of any full recognition, we are the batch that are the pioneers of what I hope is to be our never-ending train of golds. Now we can actually hold our heads up high and say proudly to the school, "We are good. Don't look down on us." All the effort put in, all the tears and sweat, the furrowing of brows and growing lines of frustration, it was all worth it.
Just yesterday, when Brother Paul announced the results to the whole school, I enthusiastically cheered. The only one, the long "WOOO!!" but yeah. That's how I felt. I didn't and still don't, care how many people looked back and wondered who this crazy girl was. That's how much I felt for the band.
The day started off rather normally, despite the nervous undertones for all of us. Especially me. 1 month. I only had one month to learn everything from scratch. For that, I'm extremely proud of myself. I still remember being so wretchedly dubious when I was handed the baritone to play. After sitting through 2 hours of lessons, the band assembled in the band room, changing into our blazers, leather shoes and those (hateful!!) stockings. Good Lord, we all looked blastingly good in our full regalia. Charles and Anne gave us the day's briefing and it went all rather fuzzy to me from then on. We had a quiet prayer session, with our President and Vice President talking to us in a candle-lit band room. Brother Paul gave us words of encouragement. Cases and instruments placed in the audi-extension, we had our last rehearsal. Blissful music to my ears.
Lunch was a shoddy affair. Bits of food, sips of drinks, that was about it. I remember being extremely high, and making a horribly lame joke to Nic which went somewhat like this -
Me: Oh. Sugary donuts!
Nic: *chews*
Me: No wonder you're so sweet! You have an overload of sugar!
Nic: What?
Anne, Marianne: o___o HAHAHA.
He didn't get it, which was good. I don't know what came over me. But yes. It was devastatingly lame. What did we do after lunch? Oh yes, we all assembled aboard the bus, me sitting by my lonesome (because I'm ever the anti-social) and listening to Pavin and Jeremy play on their clarinets. Emotions were running high and I guess we all were rather relaxed.
Too fast, perhaps, we reached SCH and gathered in the foyer. I watched Temasek JC and Yishun JC with apprehension. It was then that the gut-wrenching nervousness hit me. Thank God my tuning was near-perfect as always. We piled into the tuning room, played for one. last. time, and off we went, outside the concert hall to wait for our turn. Hearing Yishun JC play was sadly, relieving. The band before them, I can't remember which, sent us da-(oh! I remember now, SAJC)ncing. I guess we walked onto the stage rather relaxed and confident.
Smile. Walk. Stand. When it came to sit, oh lord. The most embarrassing thing happened. I know everyone who saw wanted to laugh, but I'm not going to ruin my already ruined reputation. It's just too hilarious and uncalled for. Ugh. But hell, it was funny, if it wasn't in the middle of a competition. I remember just smiling, giving my all to the songs, in my mind, there was nothing but the pieces. CJCSB put those pieces together.
"Catholic Junior College.... GOLD."
After the torture of waiting nearly what seemed to be an hour, imagine the elation, the screaming, the stunned momentary silence. I never felt that amount of joy, satisfaction, jubilation, oh all those euphanisms for happiness during that moment. Jumping, hugging, crying. It all came out. I couldn't stop smiling for the whole day. :D My dream came true. After 4 years of playing my loved instrument, I finally get to experience what if feels like to get a gold.
So think about how the rest of the day went, getting back on the bus and back to the school. It was no doubt that everyone was extremely, superiously happy. Taupok-ing session everywhere (my eyes! my eyes!), picture taking, trooping off to Seoul Garden... Food, glorious food, surrounded by the best people on Earth: the CJCSB people. Besides them, nothing can beat my old band (and not forgetting GMUFC!). I've never regretted coming to CJC and joining the band. Not only because of the gold, but because of everything it has given me.
Sir said that he was proud of me. I'm proud of myself. I'm a Gold saxophonist now. Nothing can take that away from me.
Perhaps I can rekindle my dashed dream of being the best saxophonist in Singapore.
Mm. Came back from Borders. I was searching for Cold War reference books but I only found 2. I'll probably order the rest online or something. So here's what I bought:
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
The Cold War - Martin Walker
The Age of Extremes - Eric Hobsbawn
BBC History magazine
It's Time - Michael Buble
Have you ever heard the phrase, "As good as it gets?"
That's probably what sums up 050505, fifth May 2005, one of the best days in my life.
CJCSB Gold. Seven years devoid of any full recognition, we are the batch that are the pioneers of what I hope is to be our never-ending train of golds. Now we can actually hold our heads up high and say proudly to the school, "We are good. Don't look down on us." All the effort put in, all the tears and sweat, the furrowing of brows and growing lines of frustration, it was all worth it.
Just yesterday, when Brother Paul announced the results to the whole school, I enthusiastically cheered. The only one, the long "WOOO!!" but yeah. That's how I felt. I didn't and still don't, care how many people looked back and wondered who this crazy girl was. That's how much I felt for the band.
The day started off rather normally, despite the nervous undertones for all of us. Especially me. 1 month. I only had one month to learn everything from scratch. For that, I'm extremely proud of myself. I still remember being so wretchedly dubious when I was handed the baritone to play. After sitting through 2 hours of lessons, the band assembled in the band room, changing into our blazers, leather shoes and those (hateful!!) stockings. Good Lord, we all looked blastingly good in our full regalia. Charles and Anne gave us the day's briefing and it went all rather fuzzy to me from then on. We had a quiet prayer session, with our President and Vice President talking to us in a candle-lit band room. Brother Paul gave us words of encouragement. Cases and instruments placed in the audi-extension, we had our last rehearsal. Blissful music to my ears.
Lunch was a shoddy affair. Bits of food, sips of drinks, that was about it. I remember being extremely high, and making a horribly lame joke to Nic which went somewhat like this -
Me: Oh. Sugary donuts!
Nic: *chews*
Me: No wonder you're so sweet! You have an overload of sugar!
Nic: What?
Anne, Marianne: o___o HAHAHA.
He didn't get it, which was good. I don't know what came over me. But yes. It was devastatingly lame. What did we do after lunch? Oh yes, we all assembled aboard the bus, me sitting by my lonesome (because I'm ever the anti-social) and listening to Pavin and Jeremy play on their clarinets. Emotions were running high and I guess we all were rather relaxed.
Too fast, perhaps, we reached SCH and gathered in the foyer. I watched Temasek JC and Yishun JC with apprehension. It was then that the gut-wrenching nervousness hit me. Thank God my tuning was near-perfect as always. We piled into the tuning room, played for one. last. time, and off we went, outside the concert hall to wait for our turn. Hearing Yishun JC play was sadly, relieving. The band before them, I can't remember which, sent us da-(oh! I remember now, SAJC)ncing. I guess we walked onto the stage rather relaxed and confident.
Smile. Walk. Stand. When it came to sit, oh lord. The most embarrassing thing happened. I know everyone who saw wanted to laugh, but I'm not going to ruin my already ruined reputation. It's just too hilarious and uncalled for. Ugh. But hell, it was funny, if it wasn't in the middle of a competition. I remember just smiling, giving my all to the songs, in my mind, there was nothing but the pieces. CJCSB put those pieces together.
"Catholic Junior College.... GOLD."
After the torture of waiting nearly what seemed to be an hour, imagine the elation, the screaming, the stunned momentary silence. I never felt that amount of joy, satisfaction, jubilation, oh all those euphanisms for happiness during that moment. Jumping, hugging, crying. It all came out. I couldn't stop smiling for the whole day. :D My dream came true. After 4 years of playing my loved instrument, I finally get to experience what if feels like to get a gold.
So think about how the rest of the day went, getting back on the bus and back to the school. It was no doubt that everyone was extremely, superiously happy. Taupok-ing session everywhere (my eyes! my eyes!), picture taking, trooping off to Seoul Garden... Food, glorious food, surrounded by the best people on Earth: the CJCSB people. Besides them, nothing can beat my old band (and not forgetting GMUFC!). I've never regretted coming to CJC and joining the band. Not only because of the gold, but because of everything it has given me.
Sir said that he was proud of me. I'm proud of myself. I'm a Gold saxophonist now. Nothing can take that away from me.
Perhaps I can rekindle my dashed dream of being the best saxophonist in Singapore.
Mm. Came back from Borders. I was searching for Cold War reference books but I only found 2. I'll probably order the rest online or something. So here's what I bought:
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
The Cold War - Martin Walker
The Age of Extremes - Eric Hobsbawn
BBC History magazine
It's Time - Michael Buble
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hihi
Date: 2005-05-07 02:34 pm (UTC)stephanie here..band one..
somehow i came here by accident..
and saw you..
can i link ya??
Re: hihi
Date: 2005-05-07 02:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-07 05:20 pm (UTC)dude you being extremely high kinda reminds me of how i was extremely high before i took my AP test. except you were extremely high and then you succeeded, whereas i was extremely high and i probably failed miserably. xD;
... i need to read hitchhiker's sometime too. >.>
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Date: 2005-05-08 02:10 am (UTC)