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2007-04-11T20:09:00.000+08:00

WELL DONE XMSBSAXES for ACHIEVING ( FINALLY ) A SECTION SOUND ON SYF DAY.

AND GETTING YOUR WELL-DESERVED GOLD MEDAL FOR SYF 2007.

WELL DONE!

2006-10-14T18:15:00.000+08:00

hello my dear juniors and saxists ( lol saxist , get it?)
i know only like my beloved two juniors are visiting this blog,
so i,yiyong, decided,
being a benevolent senior,
to write a post just for you two to read.
PRy your eyes now,
as you really need to memorize the following passage below :

ready?

THe passage goes :

Terence loves mabel

well wat do you guys think!
i think its superb!
wow i cried when i thought of these 3 words!
lol.

okay la enough of my crap.
see you guys on wednesday!
cant wait!
:)

2006-04-01T22:07:00.000+08:00

i think everybody is drained out after the concert ;

i'm seriously totally drained out already.
lol.
i really need some rest!

saxys rest well guys,
we have alot more ahead of us.

syf gold or not,
just do our best.

we must not be the worse section.

yiyong.

HEY :)

2005-12-21T11:14:00.000+08:00

whoa, this is my first post in a long while!
how're you guys doing?
havent heard anything in particular, just that the band's doing quite well eh?
:) congrats!

i've fianlly graduated from the school, and progressed to NYJC.
(yay!)
i'm gonna miss loads of things bout the school, including the saxophone section, and of course my classmates and stuff.
havent forgotten the FUN times we shared, during breaks and stuff.
and blasting away like mad. :))

i wanna thank everyone for spending almost 3 yrs of blood and tears sweating it out in band.

i wont forget you guys!
keep on going, and dont give up! :)

huggs, cheryl. (the senior, hahah, not cheryl lim)

yay...yay...

2005-08-29T23:15:00.000+08:00

heyz... u guyz realli did a veri good job...

u guyz did us proud... ( um... a bit wired)

i tml will go n tell xinyi n other senior abt this de...

can contiunes to wite bad thing abt her ...

i feel veri shuang...

Cheryl Sam Zihong...

don't forget 31 august2005...

meet at skool gate after skool...

mus jia you... jia you

2005-08-27T23:16:00.000+08:00

saxophones are improving!

YEa!

Brando complimented us for a good saxophone tone!

2005-08-25T15:54:00.000+08:00

idonno wat to write...

seem someone wan us

to den i write something on it lol...

can any one teach me html...

2005-08-14T23:29:00.000+08:00

tata~
see this blog no one post.. so add some noise to it lo..
hehe..
hm~..
wat shall i sae..
had a great time during the xinfony and 6oth anniversary ba..?
hope so lo..
anw.. u guys can celebrate my birthdae with me ma..?
include the graduating students..
its on 2nd of sept..!!
plz~
anw..
manage to get one of the xinfony 6 pic from haoting..
nxt time then post it in here..

jia you lo saxy!!

2005-08-02T18:32:00.000+08:00

HEY GUYS!

Theres 42 new images in the img gallery!
Go CHECK IT OUT!

http://www.xmsbsaxes-img.blogspot.com/

2005-07-25T20:03:00.001+08:00

firstly, i want to congratulate everyone for their efforts in xinfony six!
in my opinion, that was the best xinfony EVER.
because
1) my friends didnt fall asleep.
2) i enjoyed myself thoroughly.
3) the food catering was not bad.

hope you guys liked the goodie bag which the 4 seniors, namely me, yinning, xinyi and xiuyu bought! we spent money okay! and of course, lots of love and care for you guys :))

i'll miss you guys terribly. dont forget me ok?

cheryl dan.
a holy picture!!

2005-07-25T20:03:00.000+08:00

2005-07-24T21:10:00.000+08:00

mI've got alot to say abt band todae... ----------------------------
Short Story- MR TAN walking out on us

He came in with large strides. Loud and disturbing, he came in like always, with an ultra-large black suitcase and long black pants with a hawaii shirt hung on his body like a curtain. Some of us were busy practicing in the room, while others were busy waiting for time to past , and than he walked past as if nothing was there , as if all the noise and commotion were just plain silence..
... I dodged, scrambled for the end of the room and squatting with so much tension. I was hoping he didn't see me because i had seen him from where i was and i saw him walking from the carpark towards my saxophone friends and i saw him stopped and i saw that fake expression scrutinised from the very depths of his stone heart...

....Meanwhile in some place else near the school, a pair of couples were waiting anxiously for their daughter's call. Guests had already arrived and packing the small service their sister had hold. They were wishing so hard that their girl would come to pay her respects to the death of her uncle but something in their head seemed to rung so silently reminding them the possibilities of seeing their daughter was as bleak as their current future....

...Mr Brando looked around. He stared and squinted and tried to figure out what he was going to do today. He tried to remember that he was their conductor and he was here to try to make them improve. But when he had gave a second glance , those wavering thoughts seemed to suddenly dotted themselves with a fullstop. He knew this band who he conducted was failing him everytime and that no matter how many positive thought he could squeeze into his brain, he could never replace the bad conclusion he always had for this band -Irresponsible and ignorant to his advices. But than when he gave a 3rd glance he felt a need to try again - Try again in the sense of testing whether they really did heed his advices or again turn deaf ears to his words. This doubt, this miniscue confidence he had for the band, this urge to try to improve it, and this yearn to just runaway from this very band who marked him as a bad conductor, made him feel ashamed, drained and make him just want to escape and shut away from reality forever...

.. As i bid goodbye to my friend and started towards the band room, feelings seem to pour endlessly , doubts seem to reveal itself at every corner i turned, " Should i head back?" "Should i just quit?" This intriguing thoughts have always been there and this long-term thoughts seem to have been always there , and seem so familiar to me that i no longer feel a need to be afraid. As i stumbled down the steps in an awkward way ( as one of my shoes sole came off while i was playing) , i started to think of those people, who like me, were resenting to come but still did come but for wat reason, i do not yet know. but i will. Someday. Someday.

As i finally took my legs off the troublesome pair of old school shoes and open the door to reveal that mr brando was already there, igave a very short sigh, knowing confidently that another scar would slash mentally on me again. And than when i gave a look at his face, his expression was soft and pretty much relaxed but knowing that that expression never lasted for more than an hour, i gave a short quick recap on how idiotic he was, and that made my heart beat even faster....

... He gave a scanned around, calculating and estimating whether everybodi was alreadi here, he gave short looks at people setting up instruments, and he gave some short conversations here and there. And when it was time for him to wave the baton, he gave a pause, knowing whatever that was gonna come nextafter the flickwas gonna be some sounds he wished would only appear in nowhere. ...

...Mr Brando gave a flick on his baton and we started to play the B flat concert scale. Knowing that my warm-up patterns were not still that nice-sounding as most professionals were , i started to think about the daywhen i went for the Senzuko concert and where the soprano sax. player blowed and playedsmoothly through his solo part. That magnificent soundwould one day be....... The G didn't sound rite at all. It sounded hoarse and vibrated endlessly. Taking another deep breath , i played the note again, finally it came out right, and than i stopped thinking about the soprano player and focus. No body is gonna distract me from music. Nobody....

... The couples were mad. Anger churned , their heart ached , and when they looked at the photo of their brother, their tears seem to come from nowhere and slid down across their cheeks. Mad they were and the cause of it? Their daughter's call. What in the hell was she thinking? Avoiding this funeral( or so they call it skipping the funeral) for the sake of music? For the sake of her CCA? It was probably her last and only chance to pay her last respects and shes giving it all up to stupid breathing outs in a metal? The parents fumed over the thought, oblivious what was gonna happen to their daughter during the later hours of the afternoon...

...Agnus glanced towards the watch on her right . 3:45 pm and still ticking. She knew that the call she made just before she entered this room was gonna get her parents to ground her - but she didn't care. She love music and some where in her felt that there was a need to stay as the concert was just 2 days away and she cannot let time slip away like water. As she played the last note in the scale, she suddenly thought of her dead uncle, lying in his coffin , lonely and locked up and she wondered whether in reality she was like that too. But than another swish of the baton seem to wash away her thoughts and made her remember that the decision she made previously , the decision of staying and missing out the funeral service , was conjured by her undying love for music....

..It was 4:30 pm and already he felt annoyed. how could this band he taught and corrected so so many times repeat those mistakes again and again? What did he do wrong? The strong remorse seemed to make his blood rushed up to his face like whenever he gotten mad. He could hear pitching problems from the Horns , he could hear a few extra notes and he could hear the Tuba endlessly faulting, endlessly trying to make their mistakes sound so perfectly outstanding...
... Mr Brando waved his baton. " Tuba , can you play that bar for me... bar 82.. ready.." He waved his baton and I could hear the many mistakes the Tuba had made, i felt the growing anger in me for i had practiced extra hard and i'm hearing noise that seem completely unexplainable in the sense that the rythmn and pitching sounded perfectly easy for me. But why in the hell couldn't they play it? And than when i saw that expression, that agonizing look that was savage from his " HAte" bank , i knew today was the end for me. I knew i was gonna get shoot repeatedly, i knew whatever i play the very next moment would leashed me to a rusty collar pin , breaking and letting me go without a single warning...

... 6.30 pm, This was enough for him. He could not stand it no more. The pressure of the upcoming concert , the pressure of standing up on stage conducting a silver band which sounded more like a COP one seemed to make him stagger for a moment and made the baton that he was holding shiver. He could not imagine what would happen if this band who was under him were to play like now, how would the audience who had listened to music almost everyday of their life react?And how would he comprehend this immense torture both volumed up from the audience and from the band itself. He could not do it. He could not do it...

..From where i was sitting, i watched as the man who acted like a 40 yr old man suddenly turn annoyingly childish. He turn vivaciously skippy, his movements went rigid and he suddenly turn animated - Not like the old brando. It was as if some jinx cast itself on him and abruptly made him scarce from rememebering to act like a man. He started jumping in small steps around 4 grids before expanding more to the front door. He waved the baton frantically and when he asked us to stop, no one had expected this abruptly animated guy who was always erupting from occasional angers suddenly turn brutally mad and depressed. He no longer skipped , he no longer smiled, he just suddenly turn viciously revolting and his face which was already red with uncurable pimples turn puking dark rosy red....

..." Enough, i have enough, i'm going to walk out of all this . I quit" He said. He didn't know how this words came from but it just spilled like running water without a tap and than he uncontrollably started to ramble about how he had skipped a concert which cost $60 (which he emphasized almost 3 times and was emphasized again by the seniors) and than he didn't know why. His hands just started grabbing for stuff that he brought here , started throwing them into the bag but still with words flying out of his mouth. He knew he could stand it no more but those words were the words that headlined that he was leaving. And than he started to stab and arrowed words of pure hatred towards the band, he started to say that if it was the previous conductor, she would have alreadi walked out a week ago and how he was really doing it now....
And than his loud footsteps sounded again , on the wooden tiled floor and for once the band was totally silent watching this display of their fustrated and giving-up-hope conductor walked out of the band room , carrying his big black suitcase without even turning his back again after he retorted his annoyance to this band and only listening to the loud grasp of the door knob to the soft slam ( which was meant to be loud because he pulled it hard but because the door was a bit spoiled) and than leaving with a shadow racing past the small rectangular window built on the door.

And than silence started to tremble in like vibrating atoms , knocking everyone off their feet and than as if the baton was waving again, most of us came in , one by one but now it wasn't music , it wasn't from the instruments, it was from the tiny sobs which slowly crescendo into a Moderate Forte and than slowly tears rolled down and than gloom started to wallpaper itself on most peoples' faces. Red-eyed, eyebrows wrenched, teeth clenched was most of us. But than it was me, cold blooded, smirking in silence watching it all fill me in. Like i was watching a sucessful experiment take place, but truthfully i was actually decoding why all this happen and than answering for myself. Breaking parts by parts like when we had a difficult piece and the conductor had to break it down part by part to accomplished his target, and i was doing that, as if i was the conductor breaking down every scene of emotion and expression to deduce the answer of why this is all happening.

And than i watched as some ran out of the room to chase after the car, but failures they came back with no guy with a black suitcase but empty hands and even deeper sorrows. I imagine the car racing forward with Mr Brando in it, and his car tuned to the classical Fm and the music turning up to full volume and not carrying about his side mirrors which had showed girls chasing and screaming for his name , he ignored it all with only one thing in his mind- to get away. Faster, faster he must go.

Back in the bandroom, a girl called Agnus cried. She cried for a much more deeper reason. She skipped her uncle's funeral for the sake of music , for the sake of playing her instrument , for the sake of enjoying and soaking in the sounds she desired through her dreams , but than it came crashing, her decision that she had made to stay came crashing towards her and in the end grasping onto her collar telling her , reprimanding her why must she do that. And than when everyone thought in the funeral that the daughter was busy off enjoying her CCA and neglecting the funeral, she was crying too but somewhere else and for the same thing they were crying for and for the decision she had made.

How much this event would change us is how much his advices meant to us - nothing or so i say temporary effects that wear off. Unpredictable is Mr Brando's inconsistent character , predictable is what our band would react, feel and think because a band is afterall always as one even if it meant sectionals and not thinking about the other instruments , because afterall we are still linked to each other , in some way we depend on each other, so how can we not know what each other thinks, reacts and feel when we all are interdependent when playing the music pieces.

THey say its a blessing. They say its a miracle. It concurs all . But its a mystery.

2005-03-17T18:48:00.000+08:00

Since nobodi is updating , i will write a story here.

A story about a pregnant lady ( more like a man) * you noe hu -

His young fingers were small and fine , his fingernails a bit like a brush tip, sharp but elegant. But this image of a graceful guy , full of colonge, destroyed . All because of his tummy. The big bulgy thing that seems to bulge from his already flabby chest and his groin seem to make an outstanding assurance of his weight - over the normal category that is. As he stumbled into the room, the cold rotting air inside seemed to make him shiver and so did his tummy - but the tummy did an extra movement- the bulging tummy flap like a wing, and wiggled like a worm, from his immense step, strong and heavy like a boulders dropping from the sky - one at a time. As he crouch to reach his bag, his tummy seem not to give way, giving him immense difficulty. As he tried squatting for easier reaching , i heard a sudden wicked sound . The sound was loud , colossal for an instance, in this already big but enclosed room, the sound vibrated and send many echos bouncing off the grey walls. The plastic-like sound so hard to describe ended him in a fall. As he fell and sat on the floor, grabbing his shoulder, the bone misplace , he whined. For that very moment, the poor old man who wasn't even handsome, sat there waiting for his slaves to come fetch him. As his slaves reach for his loose oversize shirt, they pulled him like pulling a carrot stuck to deep underground.

Finally he stood up, gave a disgusted look, not at us for once but for his rash movement of trying to pick up a bag too low for a pregnant lady like him to reach. He felt limited for once, limited in doing stuff but with that pimpled , moon-like face, hardly anyone could see the sulk he gave. As he shot his head up like a python, everyone freezed. I could see , imagine, like the room was a refrigerator , huge and empty but full of the coldness and bitterness the air-cons had gave. The atmosphere hung most desperately uncomfortably as he step one step at a time like a model - too bad he was overweight to be one. As he gave an angry look, and started to reach for the stick - the mighty old stick which created sound at a flick and paused the sound with another , innocently laid on the table , waiting for this evil master to command. But i heard another sound , louder and nearer coming from his the other shoulder. I watched pitifully as he gave an embarassing look as he had sprained both arms in a record of 5 mins. Wonderful was the audience as the slaves gave way and fetched him all his needs and tend to him while me and my fellow warriors smiled sheepishly and the pregnant lady who was handless for once. Glory flourished on that day, and how he walked out cowardly was true happiness,i watched and felt the wind blowing in as he walked out of the door, hands like a toy , bloodless but still moving, and his slaves asking for his acknowledgement of his condition, but still neglecting them. And for once the floor seemed to gleamed, the walls seemed to be filled with blessings and for once the slaves seemed to walk out of the door , sulking like never before.

Yiyong.

2005-03-10T21:01:00.000+08:00

HEY GUYS...!!!
i come here to blog le..
since yiyong sae no one wans to blog...
haha...
erm...
muz sae wat lehz..
SAXES...I LOVE YA...!!!!!!
haha...
i noe its lame..

cheEsy SaXopHone!

2005-03-10T20:35:00.000+08:00

Sry i so bo liao to put tt thing there lol... By the way YI Yong u did a good job... it look more lively lol... So keep it up... jia you lol...

2005-03-06T15:47:00.000+08:00

THE NEW LAYOUT IS DONE! PHEW! EXCEPT FOR THE PROFILE SECTION AND THE VIDEO GALORE!

2005-02-28T21:34:00.000+08:00

Hey People! I finish a big portion of the new layout. Faster THAN I EXPECTED! LOl ! its rainbowish in the centre and from my mother's impression she says it is damn nice. Not to show off anything but to give u all confidence that the end product will be wat you all want. Anyway the new layout comprises of 9 sections ( S A X O P H O N E) Each comprising of its own content. So i hope you people will look out for it. Most probably the layout will be out in Sunday afternoon. IF you people can finish your profiles , please give me by thursday!
Profile must include fav. quote, horoscope, zodiac sign, age, birth date* , full name and wat u wish for. Email , hp and add. will not be included!

Anywae congrats to Ce yao , Cheryl and Xinmin for doing a brillant job in GCE O level. And congrats to Ce yao and Cheryl for you guys will be listed in the Achievements sections to compliment ur hardwork. Anyway Cheryl keep up the gd wrk and score A1 for everything! And for ppl who are attaining the tests this year , may the best brains in the world be with you , may the best attitudes affect you and may all that you learn come out in the exams!!!

27.2.2005

2005-02-27T10:11:00.000+08:00

lols. i love dis. next sat got tutorial from 10 - 12 okays? cos 8-10 got junior band.. okays.. n i'm collecting mie results on mon.. wif hou teng also.. so wish us good luck okays? and ceyao also.. okays.. i gtg.. gd luck for 2nd audition.

2005-02-26T18:55:00.000+08:00

New blog acc. i mean. Pls accept my invitation. I am probably gonna change the layout again. And put more stuff in anywae i am here also to remind u guys that we are having
the current events line up for us ( IF there is any mistake pls tag on the tagboard!)
:
Monday : Sectionals
Tues- Fri: Sectionals if u guys are free
Band Practices as USual
Saturday Tutorial ( Badminton* and Neoprints*)

* Not confirm.
Happy Public Holidays!
P.S Can't wait for the camp!!!

2005-02-26T18:48:00.000+08:00

Hm...
hows todae de exchange...?
it was great right..?
can hear other 11 bands playing..
heard wat the saxes sound like..?
we muz buck up worx..!!
all the best..!!
SAXY ROX..!!!