Gasping For Air
Man...what a week it has been. Have been going down to NCC for attachment the whole week. (No, it's not the left-right-left-right march kinda NCC, it's the National Cancer Centre for the benefit of those who have not been following my entries. Who gets attached to the National Cadet Corps anyways..). I would have written about the stuff I do at work, but I am bound to secrecy. So, I shall talk about the meaning of Life instead...
GOTCHA!! Hahahaha! Okay, enough shockers for the day. Ooh, I have just thought about the perfect things to write about. Hahah..It's soo funny I am laughing at those thoughts. Two really hilarious things happened during band practice earlier today. I shall start with the more pleasant one alright. But first, I have to get some things clear first. The piece we were working on just now have some parts which require only one tuba player to play that particular part. And these parts, for this song, consists of only crochets (which means one note for one count). This is what my section call "solo" since we don't really get much solo parts. Heheh. Don't laugh just yet, that wasn't the funny part. Anyways, XC, GK and myself were talking about the piece while Mr Tan was going through some parts with other sections. Then GK said something like this, " Eh Sunil, this part you stand up and play lah. Heheh." (3 of us laugh) Imagine standing up just to play a part like that!! Then to make things worse, XC mentioned, "Yah, then you tell your friends that you have alot of solo parts, then ask them to come support you for your solo" (3 of us laugh harder) Bearing in mind the fact that XC is the Rondeau Comm president, so naturally he would want high ticket sales, hence his attempt in promoting the concert using the "solo" method.... Meanwhile, Sunil's tongue was at the wrong position in the mouth, and therefore, when he took a breath in from all that laughing, he produced a snort. (2 of them laugh EVEN harder). Yup, so that was one episode. However, the next was everything but pleasant. There I was in the store room, keeping my tuba back into its case. WH and LF were just infront talking. When I was done, I tried to get past them by going past the behind LF. There was very little space between LF and the bunch of French Horns (in the cases of course) on the floor. As I was getting through, I sorta lost my balance and there wasn't much space to use my legs to balance myself. The other alternative was to push LF and WH away, which I didn't think was any good. Ta Daa, I fell onto those F. Horns. So there. The trip back home with WH was deja vu as I recounted the scenario to him about the snort.
(2 of us laugh)
"It's not whether you get knocked down, it's whether you get back up."