Tuesday, April 19, 2005
DEDICATION TO SAJCCB 02/03 BATCH
elim asked me to read her bloggie entry before she went to sleep. we were chatting about our good old band days in sajccb. how we wish we can turn back time. go back to the band days. happie days together.
miss those band prct with nini & i writing letters at the back of the band room. miss secretly sleeping in my comfy sleeping bag. miss the craps we always do in the bandroom. miss the practs when we always complain after that. miss seeing alvin yeo in front of the band scolding us. miss the sat outings after band. miss the gossips. miss the lunch times together. miss seeing one another during our different breaks at the bandtable trying to catch up with each other's life for the day. miss the letters written to me by becky shanshan peiwei elim nini. miss becky's forever so wise advices. i miss elim the blur sotong. i miss peiwei the hardcore onz woman. i miss shanshan forever doing proj-x thingy. miss nini asking pple out to town and her beautiful letters. miss gg out after sch to town just to take neoprints den go home. miss playin in the band room. miss the painting of the store. miss the open hse preparation. miss stealing food into the bandroom. miss gg down to eat in the middle of band pract and sectionals with ganesh when we have nothing to do. miss having ganesh scold us during sectionals. miss touching my bells and xylophone. miss having glosz standing in front of us conducting. miss having toi talking abt our music and stuffs. miss lisa talking our discipline in band. miss joanne always asking for band funds and becky too. miss the finding all sorts of excuses to stay over int he bandroom. miss the camps. miss the ghost stories by that jian ping and the round both of us made with him telling the story about the ghost in the gallery. miss the times when i will sneak over to eupho and cornet section to talk to elim and alvin. miss the times when nini and i will have nothing to do at the back and just sat down and stare into the air. miss the practs in the hall where we practice for syf. miss the perspiration without air-con. miss the white pants we wear. miss benji's crap. miss alec making little actions and faces when glosz takes over and said he wasnt doing it correctly. miss joshua's face whenever i look over to flute section. miss the birthday songs we sing oh-so-loudly at the band table. miss the times when we go up to the band room to skip lessons. miss the times when we would just nua in the band room together. miss the times we would go out and make alot of noise in the upper deck of the old 85 and now 65 to town. miss alot of things.
the good old days. those arent all the things i do miss. there's still more. memories. like elim said, even if all of us, our batch, set up a 02/03 alumni, it wun be the same anymore. everything's different now. sigh. faces that we used to see everyday. and i still keep the letters we exchanged.
7th day of july and glenn miller still lingers in my mind.
elim asked me to read her bloggie entry before she went to sleep. we were chatting about our good old band days in sajccb. how we wish we can turn back time. go back to the band days. happie days together.
miss those band prct with nini & i writing letters at the back of the band room. miss secretly sleeping in my comfy sleeping bag. miss the craps we always do in the bandroom. miss the practs when we always complain after that. miss seeing alvin yeo in front of the band scolding us. miss the sat outings after band. miss the gossips. miss the lunch times together. miss seeing one another during our different breaks at the bandtable trying to catch up with each other's life for the day. miss the letters written to me by becky shanshan peiwei elim nini. miss becky's forever so wise advices. i miss elim the blur sotong. i miss peiwei the hardcore onz woman. i miss shanshan forever doing proj-x thingy. miss nini asking pple out to town and her beautiful letters. miss gg out after sch to town just to take neoprints den go home. miss playin in the band room. miss the painting of the store. miss the open hse preparation. miss stealing food into the bandroom. miss gg down to eat in the middle of band pract and sectionals with ganesh when we have nothing to do. miss having ganesh scold us during sectionals. miss touching my bells and xylophone. miss having glosz standing in front of us conducting. miss having toi talking abt our music and stuffs. miss lisa talking our discipline in band. miss joanne always asking for band funds and becky too. miss the finding all sorts of excuses to stay over int he bandroom. miss the camps. miss the ghost stories by that jian ping and the round both of us made with him telling the story about the ghost in the gallery. miss the times when i will sneak over to eupho and cornet section to talk to elim and alvin. miss the times when nini and i will have nothing to do at the back and just sat down and stare into the air. miss the practs in the hall where we practice for syf. miss the perspiration without air-con. miss the white pants we wear. miss benji's crap. miss alec making little actions and faces when glosz takes over and said he wasnt doing it correctly. miss joshua's face whenever i look over to flute section. miss the birthday songs we sing oh-so-loudly at the band table. miss the times when we go up to the band room to skip lessons. miss the times when we would just nua in the band room together. miss the times we would go out and make alot of noise in the upper deck of the old 85 and now 65 to town. miss alot of things.
the good old days. those arent all the things i do miss. there's still more. memories. like elim said, even if all of us, our batch, set up a 02/03 alumni, it wun be the same anymore. everything's different now. sigh. faces that we used to see everyday. and i still keep the letters we exchanged.
7th day of july and glenn miller still lingers in my mind.
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