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Here's just a bit about me. I am someone who doesn't mind people hating me.
And hates people who doesn't mind me hating them.
In other words, I hate myself (:
Tao Nan School Hwa Chong Institution 6J'08 The Imperial Republic of Aphelion Aceron The First, 1A1'09, Hwa Chong Institution TNS Library HCIBand Concert and Military Band, Saxophone Section
Son of Adam, Blessed Child of Lord God
Bdae: 7 Jul'96 (Exactly 2 years before my bro's birthday)
God, as I have said, did many wonderful things in my life, so much so that I'm accustomed to hearing His voice. Yesterday, my mother fell sick. She got severe rashes, fever, and flu. I was at Danielle's birthday celebration, but had to leave early as my dad planned to pick her home with me.
Today after church, I told my friends and cell leader that because she is unwell, I want to leave early to ask on her. I asked God if He could help me quicken my journey home, and I somewhat got the idea of walking faster, or I'll have to run.
I managed to catch the MRT from EXPO just as it was about to leave.
At Tanah Merah MRT station, 1minute was all I had to wait for the train to arrive.
At Tampines MRT Station, I was told to walk even faster.
I found myself running after bus 27, which was a direct bus to the street I stayed at.
And thus, with smooth traffic, I took around 35 minutes to reach home. And by then I saw that my mother had almost recovered, and was fit enough to work normally.
Praise God.
Amazing Grace
Friday, September 3, 2010
|7:05 AM|
Long time no post here already. From the previous post till now, all my other posts are put here.
Back to business.
This post is about the annual band test, compulsory for all band-its. It was my turn today. I knew that God was with me right from the time I learnt the instrument, and so He was today.
I sat down in the test room, and I was supposed to be nervous, but I wasn't.
Earlier today, the thought of 'birthday' kept on ringing through my mind. I couldn't make out what that was for.
Just before my seniors told me to start, I had a feeling that Concert Bb was going to be tested, and it was - for interval studies, quavers in staccato, 2 octaves (so many conditions). And immediately after that, I was running through the scale of Concert B, where every note is sharpened (and thus the playing is more difficult to perfect). Just as I finished running through the scale, my seniors told me:
"Play erm..Concert B, minims 1 octave."
And so I did. With a few mistakes though.
The set piece was also saw guidance from the Lord.
I practised one part of the piece very thoroughly, because I knew I had to practise that part, and it got tested. And after that little segment was tested, my eyes chanced upon part 'J' of the piece. And a few seconds later, that got tested as well.
The sight reading piece was given to me 5 minutes before entering the test venue.
Remember that I just said, during the course of the day, the word 'birthday' kept on popping up in my mind? My birthday's on the 7th of July. I was born in the night (20:47).
The sight reading piece was entitled 'The Seventh Night of July'.
The power of God, isn't it just so amazing.
The Taste of Dessert
Friday, April 30, 2010
|5:15 AM|
Earlier today my mother brought me to a tea lounge at Orchard Road, and I greatly enjoyed their Green Tea Tiramisu. Although bitter, it tasted pure.
Later today, we went to fetch my brother, who came back from SHHK's Combined Sports Meet. Yixun has got into some trouble lately, and all of which, to his accounts, are not his fault. No one in the family really believed him, for he was known for lying. Almost everyone, except for me. And somehow, I did not know what to tell him whenever he confides that 'she ask me go meet her after school, just because I picked up my eraser from the floor'; 'I'm blamed for something I don't know'; 'I was punished for holding a rubber band'; 'mom keeps on stopping me from using the phone'.
At the dinner table, he was really moody, exceptionally moody. He didn't complain today though.
"May I speak to Yixun please?"
It was his classmate.
They spoke on the phone for quite a while, and they could, since my mother was showering. When they're done, he said 'put your hands up,' while holding the cordless phone like a tommie gun. He told me to 'say that you're sorry' and sniggered.
'For whot?'
'For typing. (:'
'You typed before.'
'Ok I am sorry. Now say that you're sorry.'
'Oh Alright. I'm sorray. Awkay?'
'Very good. Now you're gonna get shot.'
I didn't really know what he said on the phone, but I guess his friend knew what to tell him when he confided. What can I do as his sibling? How can I change the family's perception of his behaviour? And how will it all turn out, if I ever can?
Some people are just like the taste of the dessert.
Although bitter, it really tasted pure.
Adrian Chong
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
|6:40 AM|
Today's band practice did give me quite a surprise.
Normally, my section tutor - the one whom I've screwed up with - would come on Tuesdays. It just happens that every Tuesday, I would have AEP lessons, and hence have not met him for a long time. This week is Sabbatical Week, so there aren't any lessons, just sabbatical courses.
Today's band practice took place on a Tuesday afternoon.
"Adrian will be coming."
I jumped.
I couldn't believe that I would have to see him again so soon, and I didn't know what to anticipate. I wondered whether he could remember who I was and for what I did; I wondered whether he would get petty and throw a tantrum like he did last time; I wondered and wondered, and whispered a quick prayer. Just then the sectional room door opened.
"Good morning guys." That was fast.
"Eh? Have I seen you before?...you're in.."
"Sec 2."
"Ah ok. Everyone take a seat."
He didn't even realise that it was me, the guy who made him so mad one November morning.
Well, he didn't realise that till he asked for my name.
"Ok Daniel, play." *Section-mate Daniel plays a couple of notes*
"You play..eh? What's your name?"
I hesitated.
"Yihan."
"Oh..it's that guy who I scolded right? Haha."
Just a light laugh. And that's all.
Things were back to normal. Just no more tension, no more mistrust or doubt. That was easy. I settled down into the chair.
"Ok, Yihan, play."
And I played the couple of notes. For the first time, I thought I sounded great.
Wonders Of Media HCI AEP 'Best Picture Award' Creative Video Competition
Sunday, March 7, 2010
|8:44 AM|
Today at Band
Saturday, February 6, 2010
|3:54 AM|
It was around 11.05am.
Our conductor walked into the SALT Main Hall. He was in a trifle lil' bad mood.
I heard that he threw a chair at the JC Band on Friday.
He told us about Catholic High Band, whose conductor, Mr David Gloss, refused to conduct band practices until they were fully ready. And soon they were. Now they are ahead of us. He will not allow them to stay behind Hwa Chong. And he achieved that.
For now.
So Mr Leng asked us if we had all our scores. We had to take them out and show it to him, including the warm-up pieces. Most people could do so, but our oboist, did not have. When questioned, he said 'Shang Yang (oboe senior) has the score'.
Mr Leng has said before that he hated excuses. Who likes them anyway.
"Say that again." "Huh?"
"I want you. To say that again."
"Er."
"Everyone, hear what Chen Yang has to say."
"Er..."
"SAY IT!"
"Shang Yang has the score."
With that, he threw his conducting baton on the carpet, and walked out of the room.
Seriously, it's not entirely Chen Yang's fault, not to mention my Adrian Chong case, for those who heard about it last year. I got much worse than he did xD According to Joseph, it's because Shang Yang was instructed by Joseph to bring back Chen Yang's scores for photocopying, and that happened on Friday. It turned out that on Saturday, Shang Yang had some CIP Activity and could not come for band. Shang Yang had the scores, and despite them knowing that Mr Leng wanted all the have scores, it ended up with Chen Yang not having any.
We have to prove that HCIBand is a class of elites. We did that last year with Gold-With-Honours in SYF. I just can't seem to get my skills right. But, there's a way to get them right.
Sadly, the only way I can, is through Adrian Chong.
Oh gawde. How am I supposed to even talk to him. x.x
And so I'm stuck in this loop. I don't want to but I need to have Adrian Chong. For HCIBand's sake?
Cikgu:'Sama-sama. Sila Duduk.' (Same to you, please sit.)
*pauses*(buttons sweater)
Cikgu:'So class. Who never learn my Bahasa?'
'Those who never go back..and revise....stand now.'
*no one stands*
Cikgu:'Please be HoNest!'
*no one stands*
Cikgu:'You. Selamat Pagi.' (Good morning)
Hua Ying:'Er..er..Selamat Pagi.'
Cikgu:'Kamu apa khabar?' (How are you?)
Hua Ying:'Er....'
Cikgu:'OK. Remain standing. You.'
Cikgu:'Selamat Pagi.'
Joel:'Selamat Pagi.'
Cikgu:'Kamu apa khabar?'
Joel:'Saya...khabar...baik.' (I'm fine.)
Cikgu:'Siapa nama kamu?' (What's your name?)
Joel:'Siapa....'
Cikgu:'OK. Remain standing also. You.'
And so she goes on and executes the class one by one. And after doing so for the first 5:
Cikgu:'Those who never revise. Stand now!'
*some stand*
Cikgu:'These few people! You -
*the whole class stands*
Cikgu:'Oh. So this is your class. You all didn't go back to revise? You know I can impose examinations?'
Welcome to a new subject for us: Malay Studies. T.T
The dialogue above took place on the second lesson.
This new subject is just so really hard to learn. I can see that Mastura is tryin to teach us real good, but the lesson stays for one hour, then slowly vanishes. It is my malay notebook that helps me regurgitate the stuff.
For our homework due in Lesson 3, we're to learn '1 - 10' in Malay through YouTube. The keyword is 'Mari Mengira'. I tried to find for a better vid. But this is the closest I could get.
Can you catch the first couple of sentences he said? I can only catch something like 'satu saheng sepuluh' (1 to 10?) and something like 'sama-sama'. ('Same')
I watched it on Tuesday, and today I've to watch it again just in case I forget everything tomorrow. Now I wonder how I managed to grasp the subjects Chinese and English. Maybe it's cos I was a toddler then? Learning Malay is something I'm still trying to cope with.
And by far I still find Malay quite hard to digest.
I was wondering. Why in all these years, living on land that belonged Malaya; the only thing I could confidently do in Malay was the National Anthem. Maybe some other International Friendship Day song...but other than that it's nothing.
