Sunday, January 21, 2007 @5:37 PM
Beds can now fly, and very soon pigs also will.
omg what? you gape disbelievingly at me.
pam you cock eye ah. or something.
no my friend, I kid you not.
i swear i see my own eye okay.
what the ajasdfjkld.....What will they come up with next man.
Flying Pans?
haha. joke.
Anyways, school's been picking up. And cca sign up was. quite overwhelming.
I still remember day after cca day, first band practice for them.
I was so stunned by the whole multitude of them that turned up, looking from the section cupboard to their awaiting faces and knowing that no way was 7 loaves of bread going to feed the 4000 this time.
In the end, the merit j1 batch died by half. But the spirit of the survivors made pam happy.
What really made my week though was the newbies. Yesterday was their first practice. I was actually a bit afraid that they would be hard to teach, or show attitude cos taking up an instru at j1 is pretty difficult.
But watching them contradict all my initial perceptions of them, trying and trying again. Squeaking but trying again. Sitting in a corner and not wanting to give up.
I couldn't help but smile just watching them work so hard even on their own.
And.. I just wish that some of us were more like them.
Sometime during the week, I was sitting outside the band room with my Eb and Reaction Kinetics notes in front of me. Staring at the rain with the mouthpiece still in my mouth, kinda like a retard deep in thought.
Thinking of how Nicky said last year, that he really really wanted to accomplish as much as we could last year cos when school opened we'd always be coming up with excuses.
How true that was.
How sad though, that it wasn't a concern of the majority.
It wasn't. It still isn't.
For me, it isn't enough just doing my individuals everyday.
To them, it isn't enough that i call for sectionals so often.
For me, i still have to keep my spirit alive. keep my chin up, keep looking on the brighter side.
cos if i stop, i'm afraid nobody else will.
To them, i should be making them love coming down and playing together.
inspiring them to inspire others.
and if i couldn't do that. then there was no point having sectionals often.
Once a week.
Twice a week band prac.
i'm so sure we're gonna get damn good going at this flabbergasting rate.
the good getting better. the not so good not knowing how to be good.
i'm so sure.
And being so drained by all this.
When i'm at peace, i want to talk them.
Then something happens that gets me so heated up again.
And at the end i'm drained again.
So all i've resolved to do, is to sit and watch the rain. To sit and pray that someday, the only section i've had so much love for, will realise that we're all doing this for each other as friends.
and it just makes the people around them suffer if they dont do their part.
and the only reason they will ever get sian of seeing each other is if they dont love what they do.
for that, then there's no point in us playing together anymore.
My dad told me more about how he grew up today.
Why his side of the family was the way it was.
And how we turned out so different.
And I felt so grateful that You preserved my parents and my family so many times.
"If you do the right thing, God will take care of you. He'll send you friends and work through them to take care of you."
eh. i take care of so many. haha.
somebody take care of me leh. (:
bleh.
what the ajasdfjkld.....