Saturday, May 05, 2007
Mortification breeds an unhealthy state of mind and body.
Mortification breeds an unhealthy state of mind and body. Trust me, I know. I've had more than my normal share of embarrassing incidents (I wonder why.).
*sucks in a lungful of air*
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CRAP!!!!!! The essay I had to type out and send to Mr Tong I mentioned in the post 2 days ago??? I FREAKING SENT IT TO THE WRONG MR TONG.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And the-wrong-mr-tong kindly told me in a reply to my email which patronisingly started with "dear Florence".
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Believe me, I've a mammoth lungful of air to expend. Ever since band practices have stretched longer and longer....more and more frequently....my lungs. Have expanded to the size of my entire chest cavity. It's currently pressing against the kidney that Xiuru tried to pinch last 2 days ago. Ok. Lame. Anyhow, band practice yesterday was BAD. Size font 200. Bold. For some unfanthomable reason, everybody's intonation was crappier than normal. I sounded like shit, like something was happily stuck in my flute. Kejian was complaining that HE sounded like shit too. Our conversation during sectionals went along the line of:
Me: Kejian!!! I sound so crappy today la!!! What if on the SYF day I destroy your nice sound?! I'm so scared la!
Kejian: Please la, my sound is shit too. So shit now la.
(everybody gives him the diao face)
Wai Ngai and I like so totally said in this uber loud voice: Yours is GOD SHIT. Ours is MORTAL SHIT. Your GOD SHIT is still miles better than ours!!!!!!! NO SHIT!
Okay. So maybe we didn't use such good English, but ya. Along that line la. Ren Liang heard and he laughed all the way home. The whole section, including kejian who was in a crappy tired mood that day, laughed too. Damn, my section is so...full of male testosterone.
To continue my band story...I'm really really worried for the band. I know, I wanted NOT to care, but I realised that I actually DO CARE. We were sounding so nice just a few days ago, and now we're back to rubbish noise. *groans* I feel so unprepared for the SYF, even though I can play the notes almost perfectly everytime now (as compared to a few weeks ago when I was still struggling with the running notes.) The clarinets cried yesterday. President Adilliah was almost in tears. I was depressed, everybody was stressed, we all need a break okay? 6 more days people, we can do it. My lips are falling off, and we're going to rehearse at SCH tomorrow. Let's just give our all in this last 6 days alright?? We've got the potential, let's not waste it. I don't know about the rest of you, but I''m not there for the GWH. I'm there for the music, for the satisfaction of a job well done, of the fruits you reap after slogging your way through all those running notes. Jia you people!!! I know, XINLING CAN'T TONGUE HER NOTES ANYMORE (see I blog about it) and I'm all tired and sounding all shitty. We're having a mini crisis, but we'll pull through ya?? Don't give up! Keep going!
I dunno why I'm writing all that. Nobody from band reads this blog except Xinling anyway.
10:05 AM
;and the DODO has the final say.
