"The power of accurate observation is frequently called cynisim by those who dun have it" The above is deng's msn nick which I totally agree:)
Raffles Rendum: Is RJC cold and unfeeling?
The above is an initiative by the council i think to poll the students on the above topic. The answer is obvious and i think i gave an analysis in a previous post as to why, but what interests me is the fact that when I was there after school today, the no. of stickers expressing disagreement is more than the no. stickers for agreeing. Then i saw this guy who looked at the board, comtemplated for a moment, stared with disbelief at the area representing disagreement, and finally pasting 5 stickers on the agreeing section. kudos to the guy, at least he was honest. Guess i'll have to add highly delusional to the characteristics of a typical RJC student.
When Shannon said about back-stabbing in RJC quite long ago (after O1 i think), I took it with a little doubt, yet now with council elections approaching, i think i have no doubts at all. Apart from that, I also realise that the elites in RJC are not what they really should be. The principal talked about elitism today, that with tht talent and ability, we have to take up the responsibility. Yet, look at what we are doing now. If u hadn't realise that the council, the supposedly highest leadership rank in JC, is about to be chosen like some glam popularity contest under the fadcade of democracy, u are very slow. And the worst part is that those who are practising democracy are misssing the responsibility part. If u dun get wat i mean, u will after i list down some examples.
"I'll vote for this guy coz he's shuai4, I'll vote for this girl coz she's chio"
"hmm...I'll just vote for everyone i know"
"I'll vote to get him/her out of CCA/class comm"
Get it? Responsibility indeed. Elites indeed. The candidates now add on to the effect with their wat i would name politely as irresponsible campaigning tactics. The first word that came to me was childish, but tht would mean tht they are child-like, pure and innocent which is obviously not true. The most disgusting tactic would be back-stabbing, tarnishing a person's reputation to reduce his number of votes. lol, if that is not enough, u interact with the person as though he was a friend.
The whole system is just screwed up. MPs grew up in their neighbourhood, spent years to build rapport with its residents before he goes up to content as a candidate for election. Yet, in this elitist college, we seem to believe that we can judge a person within 3 months or even worse, 3 mins. We seem to believe that through a person's empty promises and lies, we can see his/her true self. And the worst thing is that we call ourselves elites. When u see someone with no leadership potential but u know he/she'll get through elections through populist votes, u knoe that something is seriously wrong with the system.
For me, i shall continue my silent protest and refuse to conform to this madness. I'll hand in a blank vote lest someone i knoe well enough for me to judge is running. Cold and unfeeling? u bet. Irrationale and highly delusional? Yup, without doubt.
Meritocracy
A continuation to the above agenda. Now its the sch admin. JAE was quite some time ago but i shall use it again to prove my point. 16+ pts - 2(for CCA) and just becoz he/she handed in an additonal piece of paper, he/she gets the place instead of a 6-pointer who go B for CCA and does not take higher MT. Come on lar... u call this meritocracy, u call this open and discreet? Elites, thinkers, leaders, pioneers, yet they all fall short of common sense logic. Unless ur class of elitism are those who make bombs and crash planes into buildings, else we are all just an insult to the name cast upon to us by society. Elitism- nothing...just a bunch of jokers fooling around acting as if the whole world owned them something
p.s. I do agree that there are exceptions for every case, and i do know some of these exceptions as well. I'm just reflecting the general trend among the college population tht i can't stand...
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Sunday, April 03, 2005
After reading xunqi's entry, I felt obliged to blog... Upon re-reading my previous entry on RJCO, realised tht perhaps i was a little too critical and cynical.... but my bottomline remains- tht we need to trust our heart instead of our brain. How much we put in now, how much we sacrifice, would determine how much we walk away with after SWF.... Even if(i'm saying IF, but touch wood) we do not get gold with honours, we would go away with much more. The experience would intensify our passion for music and bond us closely together as an orchestra. By then, gold with honours would just be the icing on the cake..... overheard about the plan to go Malaysia in the June hols to perform yest...hopefully it'll go thru, as it would serve as an excellent sending-off for the J2s....
Saturday, April 02, 2005
Wind
Walking along the street, a gentle wind blew.... providing a much welcomed relief to the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun. Strolling with no aim in mind, the wind became the timely compainion to help make walking down the road easier, bringing a rare smile onto the face. Turning into the corner at the end of the street, the wind suddenly vanished. A sudden realisation- wind does not change direction, he panicked. Turned around and lunged, trying to grab on to the tail of the wind to make it stay. But...all he grabbed in the end was thin air and he started falling..... down a bottomless pit of despair. Falling and falling.... the mistakes of the past and the expectations of the future started to haunt him. He curled into a ball, crushed and defeated. Then a glimmer of hope appeared, he opened his eyes and saw light..... He stopped falling, he stood up, he understood- tht it was a natural process.....
yest was april fool's day... the only joke tht tht went through was most prob the one by the PE teacher, who claims to want to hold NAPFA yest, but in the end allowed us to play floorball:) Floorball is damn fun...more fun than soccer, coz we can beat the other PE class in it ...haha..
After sch had bridge training and rushed down to Somerset MRT after training for class dinner at Marche. For all my efforts of not being late, I was the first guy there at 7.03pm when we were supposed to meet at 7pm. lol, the girls kicked up a fuss but well at least most the ppl turned up in the end. Went to Marche to "see off" the ppl leaving the class, we hogged 3 tables to ourselves and basically had a lot of fun. At my table, we were busily teasing Mr Lim and Miss Wong.... and nic was the true mastermind...came up with a lot of funny ideas...The infamous 2 words of "I love you" was a true hit. With a spark of inspiration, we called up Mr Dave Sim, the teacher who apparently took a liking to our class after taking us for an hour(according to Mr Lim), and hui bin "chatted" with him and said the "magical 2 words". Mr Lim told us not to freak Mr Sim out but apparently he was the one freaking out, whereas Mr Sim's reply was hen2 hao3 wan2....which was dotz....
yeah...marche food is damn nice....but also quite ex... and the teachers treated us... lol, must go finish up my econs essay else will feel damn bad... Towards the end started taking a lot of photos and gathering around to talk. As I was rather tired(end of week+long day), I went into half-asleep mode which saw me slipping into a retrospective mode, tht is started imagining what it would be like when I look back on yest after like a year....Would it bring a smile and would it be so intense tht tears would well up?
A dedication to 6A(though most of them would not read this anw, it's more of a reference for myself)
Three months ago, when I first came into the class, I was like- oh no, i dun knoe anyone. The only ppl i knew were wenting who was just an CO-mate tht i didn't really knoe and nic who was in the same obs grp as me in sec 3. Most of my friends had at least 1 close friend in their class and I was tempted to change subject combi to change class, just like wat teddymon did. But I did not, and i guess i wouldn't regret it ever. I stayed, becoz i had faith...
In three months time, it is remarkable tht from complete strangers, we have bonded together with such unity. Recalling my sec 3-4 class, i think it was only in sec 4 tht everyone was comfortable and settled. To think tht we have done it in 3 months is indeed special. Though there were occaional hiccups, we overcame them. We tolerated diversity, accepted radicals, differientiated the differences and intergrated the similarities.
Thank you 6A for the wonderful 3 months. Remember the civics lesson tht we had to write something encouraging for everyone in the class on a piece of paper with his/her name on it. It was a rather ordinary affair. I mean, like in a few seconds, how can someone pen something that is truly sincere and from the bottom of the heart. However, after getting back my piece of paper, I guess I was wrong in a way. What u all wrote did not matter...it's only words after all, words, photos all seek to remind and provoke, but without memories, they are like limbs without the body. Thus, it was the memories and recollection that came with it that was truly important. Nevermind if the words u all wrote weren't meaningful, the fact that for these 3 months, no matter how small, everyone of u was part of my life and I was part of yours.. This fact alone, made the piece of paper priceless.
Sorry to anyone tht i may have unwittingly offend and pardon me if u find me ani-social. My MBTI test shows me to be a INFP and if u recall, it happens to be the extremist of the extremist.:), so pls bear with it. I can assure tht u'll see another side of me once u knoe me well enough.
Finally, though 6A is undergoing some physical separtion and dilution, we must keep our spirit intact. Even if we're miles apart, as long as the spirit is intact, it would drive all of us together.....
My favourite quote from my pri sch friend: 3 mnths seem like a min when u think bout it, but the min u spend remembering it is worth the 3 months of time.
A poem to round it up... (a repost)
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
I took the road less travelled by..... and it has made all the difference for me....
Walking along the street, a gentle wind blew.... providing a much welcomed relief to the sweltering heat of the afternoon sun. Strolling with no aim in mind, the wind became the timely compainion to help make walking down the road easier, bringing a rare smile onto the face. Turning into the corner at the end of the street, the wind suddenly vanished. A sudden realisation- wind does not change direction, he panicked. Turned around and lunged, trying to grab on to the tail of the wind to make it stay. But...all he grabbed in the end was thin air and he started falling..... down a bottomless pit of despair. Falling and falling.... the mistakes of the past and the expectations of the future started to haunt him. He curled into a ball, crushed and defeated. Then a glimmer of hope appeared, he opened his eyes and saw light..... He stopped falling, he stood up, he understood- tht it was a natural process.....
yest was april fool's day... the only joke tht tht went through was most prob the one by the PE teacher, who claims to want to hold NAPFA yest, but in the end allowed us to play floorball:) Floorball is damn fun...more fun than soccer, coz we can beat the other PE class in it ...haha..
After sch had bridge training and rushed down to Somerset MRT after training for class dinner at Marche. For all my efforts of not being late, I was the first guy there at 7.03pm when we were supposed to meet at 7pm. lol, the girls kicked up a fuss but well at least most the ppl turned up in the end. Went to Marche to "see off" the ppl leaving the class, we hogged 3 tables to ourselves and basically had a lot of fun. At my table, we were busily teasing Mr Lim and Miss Wong.... and nic was the true mastermind...came up with a lot of funny ideas...The infamous 2 words of "I love you" was a true hit. With a spark of inspiration, we called up Mr Dave Sim, the teacher who apparently took a liking to our class after taking us for an hour(according to Mr Lim), and hui bin "chatted" with him and said the "magical 2 words". Mr Lim told us not to freak Mr Sim out but apparently he was the one freaking out, whereas Mr Sim's reply was hen2 hao3 wan2....which was dotz....
yeah...marche food is damn nice....but also quite ex... and the teachers treated us... lol, must go finish up my econs essay else will feel damn bad... Towards the end started taking a lot of photos and gathering around to talk. As I was rather tired(end of week+long day), I went into half-asleep mode which saw me slipping into a retrospective mode, tht is started imagining what it would be like when I look back on yest after like a year....Would it bring a smile and would it be so intense tht tears would well up?
A dedication to 6A(though most of them would not read this anw, it's more of a reference for myself)
Three months ago, when I first came into the class, I was like- oh no, i dun knoe anyone. The only ppl i knew were wenting who was just an CO-mate tht i didn't really knoe and nic who was in the same obs grp as me in sec 3. Most of my friends had at least 1 close friend in their class and I was tempted to change subject combi to change class, just like wat teddymon did. But I did not, and i guess i wouldn't regret it ever. I stayed, becoz i had faith...
In three months time, it is remarkable tht from complete strangers, we have bonded together with such unity. Recalling my sec 3-4 class, i think it was only in sec 4 tht everyone was comfortable and settled. To think tht we have done it in 3 months is indeed special. Though there were occaional hiccups, we overcame them. We tolerated diversity, accepted radicals, differientiated the differences and intergrated the similarities.
Thank you 6A for the wonderful 3 months. Remember the civics lesson tht we had to write something encouraging for everyone in the class on a piece of paper with his/her name on it. It was a rather ordinary affair. I mean, like in a few seconds, how can someone pen something that is truly sincere and from the bottom of the heart. However, after getting back my piece of paper, I guess I was wrong in a way. What u all wrote did not matter...it's only words after all, words, photos all seek to remind and provoke, but without memories, they are like limbs without the body. Thus, it was the memories and recollection that came with it that was truly important. Nevermind if the words u all wrote weren't meaningful, the fact that for these 3 months, no matter how small, everyone of u was part of my life and I was part of yours.. This fact alone, made the piece of paper priceless.
Sorry to anyone tht i may have unwittingly offend and pardon me if u find me ani-social. My MBTI test shows me to be a INFP and if u recall, it happens to be the extremist of the extremist.:), so pls bear with it. I can assure tht u'll see another side of me once u knoe me well enough.
Finally, though 6A is undergoing some physical separtion and dilution, we must keep our spirit intact. Even if we're miles apart, as long as the spirit is intact, it would drive all of us together.....
My favourite quote from my pri sch friend: 3 mnths seem like a min when u think bout it, but the min u spend remembering it is worth the 3 months of time.
A poem to round it up... (a repost)
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
I took the road less travelled by..... and it has made all the difference for me....
Thursday, March 31, 2005
Tears
Sitting in a bus, watching the rain outside. Pedestrians scurrying for cover, inconsiderate motorists speeding their way through puddles, sending sprays up to the pavement, innocent victims scampering out of the way...
Stepping out of the bus, into the rain. The cold rain pattered down mercilessly, I looked up at the sky, the raindrops did not spare my face. The experience felt like crying...
All of us, at some time or another, would have shed a tear either in public or in private, but have u ever wondered wat was the actual reason we cried?
Tears are the epitomy of the expression of emotion. In extreme happiness, sadness, fear, fruastration, one would cry... and these moments would stick in the mind for a long time and just refuse to go away.
We tend to make excuses for our tears, the all so familiar "somebody did me wrong" reason seems to say that our tears were caused by other peoples' action. Yet, deep inside, we all know that the tears came because we lost faith in our own selves. The realisation that u let someone down or tht painful feeling tht u get when u knoe wat someone is saying is totally true but u just deny it...
Perhaps I'm wrong, or rather, I knoe tht the whole world's right.....
grr.... i just screwed my first gp essay yest, but at least i got a B for my econs essay(tht was some consolation)... updating on easter congress..
Bridge players all have a twisted sense of humour, as we saw ppl from all walks of life coming down together play bridge. Shall list down some memorable events... first one was against the NUS blue. LHO open 1NT, me with 16 points, doubled, RHO redoubled, partner pass and guess wat....LHO passed! i sat there thinking for like 2-3 min. Do i wan to play in 1NT redoubled and in the end i pass. Verdict: 1NT-1, 400 points to us:) one of our better victories...
this one is against daredevils, top seeded in consolation. There was this guy who keep doing game raises with marginal hands and every time he does tht, he says "i got buddha,so no worry" and the worst thing(for us), he made every single game he bidded:(
The final one was the last board...the one tht i'll always remember. Against CJC scrouge, partner opens 1d-p-2c-p-2h-p-3nt-all pass. hmm...i had 15 points in my hand, when partner opened, i was thinking, we have game, so when there was no fit i jumped to game. When i declared, i stupidly let opp take control and we went down 1 or 2. The whole pt is tht when i evaluated the hand, I found out tht it could make 7NT....with 29 pts....thks to excellent distribution...dotz
another bridge quote, this time is by the CJC peeps
"I need to go toilet (to wash hand)" in contract bridge no wash is allowed, hence the joke....
Sitting in a bus, watching the rain outside. Pedestrians scurrying for cover, inconsiderate motorists speeding their way through puddles, sending sprays up to the pavement, innocent victims scampering out of the way...
Stepping out of the bus, into the rain. The cold rain pattered down mercilessly, I looked up at the sky, the raindrops did not spare my face. The experience felt like crying...
All of us, at some time or another, would have shed a tear either in public or in private, but have u ever wondered wat was the actual reason we cried?
Tears are the epitomy of the expression of emotion. In extreme happiness, sadness, fear, fruastration, one would cry... and these moments would stick in the mind for a long time and just refuse to go away.
We tend to make excuses for our tears, the all so familiar "somebody did me wrong" reason seems to say that our tears were caused by other peoples' action. Yet, deep inside, we all know that the tears came because we lost faith in our own selves. The realisation that u let someone down or tht painful feeling tht u get when u knoe wat someone is saying is totally true but u just deny it...
Perhaps I'm wrong, or rather, I knoe tht the whole world's right.....
grr.... i just screwed my first gp essay yest, but at least i got a B for my econs essay(tht was some consolation)... updating on easter congress..
Bridge players all have a twisted sense of humour, as we saw ppl from all walks of life coming down together play bridge. Shall list down some memorable events... first one was against the NUS blue. LHO open 1NT, me with 16 points, doubled, RHO redoubled, partner pass and guess wat....LHO passed! i sat there thinking for like 2-3 min. Do i wan to play in 1NT redoubled and in the end i pass. Verdict: 1NT-1, 400 points to us:) one of our better victories...
this one is against daredevils, top seeded in consolation. There was this guy who keep doing game raises with marginal hands and every time he does tht, he says "i got buddha,so no worry" and the worst thing(for us), he made every single game he bidded:(
The final one was the last board...the one tht i'll always remember. Against CJC scrouge, partner opens 1d-p-2c-p-2h-p-3nt-all pass. hmm...i had 15 points in my hand, when partner opened, i was thinking, we have game, so when there was no fit i jumped to game. When i declared, i stupidly let opp take control and we went down 1 or 2. The whole pt is tht when i evaluated the hand, I found out tht it could make 7NT....with 29 pts....thks to excellent distribution...dotz
another bridge quote, this time is by the CJC peeps
"I need to go toilet (to wash hand)" in contract bridge no wash is allowed, hence the joke....
Monday, March 28, 2005
back for a update on the "wonderful" Easter weekend I had....
Friday was basically a boring day which I slacked the whole day away, "recovering" from the disasterous O2...
Sat morning there was CO prac and I had Easter Congress(bridge competition) in the afternoon) At the end of prac, there were a few rousing speeches by Hong Wan(ex-chairman of RJCO and ex-ex-ex Chairman of RICO), EnJun(hmm.... i dunno how to spell his name)a senior from the same batch as Hong Wan and Xunqi. They spoke of the previous SWF for RJCO, where they got Gold and went into finals against all odds. Thus, they argued that now with the odds on our side, we should have no problem being the best in sg. However, in my opinion, this argument is seriously flawed. If u are one who cannot take 2 sides to an issue, i would advice u not to read on, for reading on means that u understand that the following are just my radical ideas published openly.
The previous batch tht went for SWF with nothing to lose. They weren't expected to do well, and yeah...basically had nothing to lose. Thus, they placed their trust in the conductor, did not care about what all the other COs were doing and just concentrated on playing music.....for the love of music. CO in a way became their life, their sole purpose and so what if they came back with a COP, they had no aim in the first place. However, the conditions now are different. I sense no fire, no passion in the ppl around me.....
Recalling my previous SWF, which was when I was in sec 3, I remembered the whole thing very clearly. We had a 1 month extention due to Sars and in that 1 month, if u recall in my entry long long ago, miracles happened. Shen lao shi and Mr Lee were two prominent figures leading these miracles, if not for them, we might end up with bronze or even COP. Shen lao shi was employed by Mr Lee over the March holidays, when we were supposedly scheduled to compete in a few days time. Yet, due to Sars, tht few days were extented to close to 2 months and RICO again, against all odds, fought its way to a silver which was well deserved. At tht time in RICO, I felt a calling for service, inspired by Mr Lee and Shen lao shi, and the whole orchestra answered the calling. Yet now in RJCO, my only motivation comes from the love of music, and i wonder if it's only me, but I detect a general apathy from the ppl in RJCO.
RICO has provided me with memories that I think RJCO would have problems providing in its current state. I still remember during our commitee term where we had 5 concerts in total, 2 major ones, one in Penang, one in SCH. The difficulties we faced, switching from a collaboration with SN to a triple raffles concert... organisational problems arrising from the Penang trip, clashing of concert dates with RG band and Maksim, and even ensuring the standards of the orchestra for concert. We churned out Fei Tian in 4 months, Long Teng in 3, Jun Ma in 1 and JOTO in 2 weeks? Long Teng was extremely significant for the amount of effort the "makeshift percussion section" put in. In the first month, Shen lao shi scolded us really badly every practice, i believe his intention being trying to push us harder. After we came back from the concert in Penang, his tone completely changed and he started encouraging us, dropping compliments here and there. Zongjin and I were so motivated that in the last month and half b4 concert, we practiced every day coz Zongjin as the chairman had the key to the "toilet storeroom". We had nothing to lose... coz we worked our very best in the 3 months, coz we never thought of comparing with others. We worked not to show other ppl what we can do, but to show ourselves that a fire indeed burn within us. Perc sectionals were considered "sacred" at tht time and we had to move instruments including the pai gus, da gus, timpanis and all the keyboard instrument from our "storeroom" to below the design block which is like down a flight of steps and 2 basketball courts and a field away. When we played, teachers in the staff room could hear. Now, sectionals are held in an air-con room with all the instruments available, yet we are producing noise that are drowned out by chuiguan practising beside us.
Sometimes, ppl need to think with their heart instead of their brain, coz the heart shows the direction, whereas the brain can only lead the way. This is what I think the most crucial message RJCO must get...
haiz...spent too much time blogging, will blog on Easter congress another time, if u really wan to knoe, find me. 1 thing for sure, we got owns-ed like mad.....
Friday was basically a boring day which I slacked the whole day away, "recovering" from the disasterous O2...
Sat morning there was CO prac and I had Easter Congress(bridge competition) in the afternoon) At the end of prac, there were a few rousing speeches by Hong Wan(ex-chairman of RJCO and ex-ex-ex Chairman of RICO), EnJun(hmm.... i dunno how to spell his name)a senior from the same batch as Hong Wan and Xunqi. They spoke of the previous SWF for RJCO, where they got Gold and went into finals against all odds. Thus, they argued that now with the odds on our side, we should have no problem being the best in sg. However, in my opinion, this argument is seriously flawed. If u are one who cannot take 2 sides to an issue, i would advice u not to read on, for reading on means that u understand that the following are just my radical ideas published openly.
The previous batch tht went for SWF with nothing to lose. They weren't expected to do well, and yeah...basically had nothing to lose. Thus, they placed their trust in the conductor, did not care about what all the other COs were doing and just concentrated on playing music.....for the love of music. CO in a way became their life, their sole purpose and so what if they came back with a COP, they had no aim in the first place. However, the conditions now are different. I sense no fire, no passion in the ppl around me.....
Recalling my previous SWF, which was when I was in sec 3, I remembered the whole thing very clearly. We had a 1 month extention due to Sars and in that 1 month, if u recall in my entry long long ago, miracles happened. Shen lao shi and Mr Lee were two prominent figures leading these miracles, if not for them, we might end up with bronze or even COP. Shen lao shi was employed by Mr Lee over the March holidays, when we were supposedly scheduled to compete in a few days time. Yet, due to Sars, tht few days were extented to close to 2 months and RICO again, against all odds, fought its way to a silver which was well deserved. At tht time in RICO, I felt a calling for service, inspired by Mr Lee and Shen lao shi, and the whole orchestra answered the calling. Yet now in RJCO, my only motivation comes from the love of music, and i wonder if it's only me, but I detect a general apathy from the ppl in RJCO.
RICO has provided me with memories that I think RJCO would have problems providing in its current state. I still remember during our commitee term where we had 5 concerts in total, 2 major ones, one in Penang, one in SCH. The difficulties we faced, switching from a collaboration with SN to a triple raffles concert... organisational problems arrising from the Penang trip, clashing of concert dates with RG band and Maksim, and even ensuring the standards of the orchestra for concert. We churned out Fei Tian in 4 months, Long Teng in 3, Jun Ma in 1 and JOTO in 2 weeks? Long Teng was extremely significant for the amount of effort the "makeshift percussion section" put in. In the first month, Shen lao shi scolded us really badly every practice, i believe his intention being trying to push us harder. After we came back from the concert in Penang, his tone completely changed and he started encouraging us, dropping compliments here and there. Zongjin and I were so motivated that in the last month and half b4 concert, we practiced every day coz Zongjin as the chairman had the key to the "toilet storeroom". We had nothing to lose... coz we worked our very best in the 3 months, coz we never thought of comparing with others. We worked not to show other ppl what we can do, but to show ourselves that a fire indeed burn within us. Perc sectionals were considered "sacred" at tht time and we had to move instruments including the pai gus, da gus, timpanis and all the keyboard instrument from our "storeroom" to below the design block which is like down a flight of steps and 2 basketball courts and a field away. When we played, teachers in the staff room could hear. Now, sectionals are held in an air-con room with all the instruments available, yet we are producing noise that are drowned out by chuiguan practising beside us.
Sometimes, ppl need to think with their heart instead of their brain, coz the heart shows the direction, whereas the brain can only lead the way. This is what I think the most crucial message RJCO must get...
haiz...spent too much time blogging, will blog on Easter congress another time, if u really wan to knoe, find me. 1 thing for sure, we got owns-ed like mad.....
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)