I tried studing chem today. It obviously didn't work cause I'm here blogging. I was just staring at the paper and all I could think about was BAND. Have you ever wondered, how different things would have been, would still be, if we had gotten that GOLD? It's heartbreaking.

So unlike the kind of underdog-ish stuff you see on tv. You know, like this loser (insert sport of choice) team gets thrashed by all the better teams then they a)finally decide to do better or b)get a good coach. Then they overcome all these obstacles and train hard and improve. They start defeated all the other teams and on the final match they're like, tied with the other team. Then at the last few seconds (OOOH. I'M LISTENING TO MY SOLO NOW. SO NICE! SO NICE! I can't get over it. SO NICE!!!) Um .. yah like I was SAYING, the camera will focus on the clock counting down the last few seconds, and everything will go slow-mo, and the hero will shoot the ball into the net and the underdogs win. Oh goody. Then they'll collect their well deserved GOLD trophy and hold it in the air and there'll be confetti all over the place and people will be crying TEARS OF JOY. Then the movie ends, the credits roll and everybody's happy.

Back to reality. (damn you my solo is nice. I love it. Mummy said it was nice too :D FOR ONCE!!!! *que the taylor hicks song " do I make you proud"*) Okay. Stop digressing. In real life, sometimes no matter how hard you work, no matter how much determination you have, you still don't get what you want. And what we wanted was that coveted GOLD. It was just so unreal when he announced SILVER. So terribly, devastatingly unbelievable. We're much better off than the teams who moved from silver to C.O.P and stuff, but man, it hurts.

Never would have though I'd be so into this whole BAND thing, but 4 years, 6 practices a week and 2 solos can change alot. I honestly owe ALOT to Mr Ong and ms sia. We all do. They refused to let anyone else play the solo even though I tried to get out of it at LEAST 3 times. If they didn't think I could do what I did two days ago, they would have let someone else play my precious Mikey. I know if sir had stayed I'd still be in third clar, and Hui min would have gotten those solos. And it wasn't ME who sounded nice in the recording. It was Mikey and Me. OOH. That sounds so nice. Terribly romantic. Damn it mikey I miss you like crazy. My PRT E 556123 Buffet Crampon RC Prestige E Flat Clarinet. Or just, mikey for short.

MCR's Teenagers song is playing in my head. "They're gonna rip up your heads, YOUR ASPIRATIONS TO SHREDS, ANOTHER COG IN THE MURDER MACHINE" Don't want to talk to anyone but bandmembers cause only they would understand what it feels like to have your dreams RIPPED INTO A MILLION LITTLE PIECES.

Labels: Here lies CSB's dreams of getting a GOLD in SYF '07

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