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Dec. 11th, 2005 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spiderpigI guess it's something like a piece of cutlery from the microwave. It's so painfully hot, yet I don't want to let go. Sometimes it goes crashing to the ground, and at othertimes, I get something else to numb all the pain. To ignore the stinging hotness that's still somewhat prevailing through the walls that I've put up to protect myself. To protect that plate from falling.
Enough about that, on to band fest. In conclusion, the majority of RJ girls are hot stuff and ACJC guys rank up there as well. 'lest some of them read this and have their already inflated egos blown up a little more, let me say that my eyes are very easily satisfied in terms of man-woman aesthetics.
The past two days have been extremely and overtly tiring. No qualms about sleeping at 10 or 11 for the past few days because hell, the endless practices leave me ragged. By the time sectionals is over, I don't have the energy to play anymore, and the mini-recharge at the canteen doesn't help. It sucks being a wind-player, a baritone saxophonist at that, when times like this strike. I've been emptying out phenomenal amounts of saliva from my saxophone. Which probably means that I haven't been pushing myself during CJband practices.HAHAH I'M A SLACKER.
I finally have a conversation of sorts with the tenors in my section. (The altos remain out of my reach. Literally.) It invovled my saliva cloth in my bell and I'm leaving it at that. BUt glad that I got to talk to them a bit. :D They're girls you know. So now at least I can comfort myself with the fact that I'm er, not that unfriendly towards members of theopposite same sex.
We didn't practice Sea Songs yesterday. Which is both good and bad for me. I totally suck at the stacattoed running notes but shit I don't get to practice them real-time! Hahah. Oh well.. LTT seems to be confident that we can do it.Not like the audience can tell if we messed up a bit. I still get a rush when I play Noah's Ark. Especially when we're approaching movement two? MCP-ish of me but I like the fact that wow. I can actually play it. The practicing has made me able to actually reach my low B-flats and As nearly on time now. But as the RJ bass clarinetist pointed out, I have a tendency to come in half a beat later. O: He's nice lah, for pointing out my mistakes and giving me pointers on how to correct them. People like that are genuinely nice, in my opinion. They give you a solution, rather than some assholes who just point out random mistakes and look smug about it. Luckily I haven't met anyone like that here. I still have a problem with the D-sharp to B-flat part because the friggin keys are hard to manuever. :\ Need to solve it by 730pm Monday because Sparke band's the first to go up.
SADLY. This tubist is now playing The Storm part with me and the bassoonist. D:!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAH. My ego has been like deflated. But then again its good. My slight tendency to not play notes would be damn obvious if the tubist wasn't playing. Still...
Games on the second day was okeh lah. I got to miss a bit of it (YAY) because Sir sent me on a wild goose chase after a Harp score. Chaperones got it mixed up. :\ Stupid lah. Marianne and me were totally lost in NTU. It was so funny lah, walking up and down and never finding the chaperone's room.
THERE WERE NO GAMES YESTERDAY. Can anyone say Happy Happy Joy Joy? We just got some concert briefing which I uh, didn't understand with all the arrows showing up where we entered and exit. I'll just blindly follow those people who have some clue.
I'm going to miss Mr Oura. Dr LTT is another thing. I liked him until he insulted Marc. No one insults a fellow CJC-ian! Especially my librarian! Only Sir can tell him how boring he is! Who is Dr LTT to say that! Annoying biatch. On the card for Oura, I drew a kani-nabe (XDXDXD) and wrote in childish Japanese: ＣＪＣ「おうら先生、ありがとう。すごく楽しいです。」と言うです。I think I wrote that. I can't remember what I wrote. For LTT I wrote a large "WE WILL PLAY LIKE WE'RE IN LOVE". Stupid man lah. :\
Had a nice time talking to Angel yesterday in/on/at/onboard (hahaha) the MRT yesterday. :)
My life reads like the classifieds.
Pages of what's for sale, whats on the auction block?
Attention bidders, its Lot 45,
He's got a decent voice; he's got that crooked smile.
Hold on, you havent heard the best yet...
He writes good storylines, he's got those honest eyes.
So, , he'll sing the songs you like, he'll keep you warm at night (at night).
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
Ohh oh...
I'm not the type to forget about nights like this,
when every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points.
The most ambitious one, now holds a smoking gun.
And if I die in my sleep, are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be?
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
Ohh oh...
Will you be the first one to tell the neigborhood papers,
and all my family and friends that still care.
Did you buy what I sold and did you hear feel I told you,
I hope you still do, will you? Promise yourself, that this isn't all we've got...
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
Ohh oh...
Enough about that, on to band fest. In conclusion, the majority of RJ girls are hot stuff and ACJC guys rank up there as well. 'lest some of them read this and have their already inflated egos blown up a little more, let me say that my eyes are very easily satisfied in terms of man-woman aesthetics.
The past two days have been extremely and overtly tiring. No qualms about sleeping at 10 or 11 for the past few days because hell, the endless practices leave me ragged. By the time sectionals is over, I don't have the energy to play anymore, and the mini-recharge at the canteen doesn't help. It sucks being a wind-player, a baritone saxophonist at that, when times like this strike. I've been emptying out phenomenal amounts of saliva from my saxophone. Which probably means that I haven't been pushing myself during CJband practices.
I finally have a conversation of sorts with the tenors in my section. (The altos remain out of my reach. Literally.) It invovled my saliva cloth in my bell and I'm leaving it at that. BUt glad that I got to talk to them a bit. :D They're girls you know. So now at least I can comfort myself with the fact that I'm er, not that unfriendly towards members of the
We didn't practice Sea Songs yesterday. Which is both good and bad for me. I totally suck at the stacattoed running notes but shit I don't get to practice them real-time! Hahah. Oh well.. LTT seems to be confident that we can do it.
SADLY. This tubist is now playing The Storm part with me and the bassoonist. D:!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAH. My ego has been like deflated. But then again its good. My slight tendency to not play notes would be damn obvious if the tubist wasn't playing. Still...
Games on the second day was okeh lah. I got to miss a bit of it (YAY) because Sir sent me on a wild goose chase after a Harp score. Chaperones got it mixed up. :\ Stupid lah. Marianne and me were totally lost in NTU. It was so funny lah, walking up and down and never finding the chaperone's room.
THERE WERE NO GAMES YESTERDAY. Can anyone say Happy Happy Joy Joy? We just got some concert briefing which I uh, didn't understand with all the arrows showing up where we entered and exit. I'll just blindly follow those people who have some clue.
I'm going to miss Mr Oura. Dr LTT is another thing. I liked him until he insulted Marc. No one insults a fellow CJC-ian! Especially my librarian! Only Sir can tell him how boring he is! Who is Dr LTT to say that! Annoying biatch. On the card for Oura, I drew a kani-nabe (XDXDXD) and wrote in childish Japanese: ＣＪＣ「おうら先生、ありがとう。すごく楽しいです。」と言うです。I think I wrote that. I can't remember what I wrote. For LTT I wrote a large "WE WILL PLAY LIKE WE'RE IN LOVE". Stupid man lah. :\
Had a nice time talking to Angel yesterday in/on/at/onboard (hahaha) the MRT yesterday. :)
My life reads like the classifieds.
Pages of what's for sale, whats on the auction block?
Attention bidders, its Lot 45,
He's got a decent voice; he's got that crooked smile.
Hold on, you havent heard the best yet...
He writes good storylines, he's got those honest eyes.
So, , he'll sing the songs you like, he'll keep you warm at night (at night).
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
Ohh oh...
I'm not the type to forget about nights like this,
when every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points.
The most ambitious one, now holds a smoking gun.
And if I die in my sleep, are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be?
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, and get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
Ohh oh...
Will you be the first one to tell the neigborhood papers,
and all my family and friends that still care.
Did you buy what I sold and did you hear feel I told you,
I hope you still do, will you? Promise yourself, that this isn't all we've got...
Back down, cash out, that's the city for ya.
Break down and back out, get what's coming to you.
When you said you were falling apart
I thought you meant that you were falling apart.
Ohh oh...
