well... i've yet to come online again for another week.. life seems to be so hectic and moving yet so quickly.. i might have caught a breather once in a while.. but yet i feel tired.. last sunday.. springfield had a performance at bedok reserviour.. for some family day.. called viva at tampines west.. it was quite fun at some point.. we had some dancing.. basic line dancing...it was weird that my cousin taught line dancing but i've never learnt it.. weird though.. but it was more humid that anything else..
i guess springfield has lost it... maybe i should have seen it coming.. but yet it is so hard to let go.. our humble beginnings.. my humble beginnings.. when we worked our lives out.. scarificed our blood.. fought with our hearts.. yet.. the students seem so meek now when fighting for the band but so bold when trying to impress.. the humbleness.. the simple greeting... a simple thank you... a smile smile.. a pride for their instruments.. all lost..
it was my band.. my tears.. my sweat.. yet today.. i see my band in a different light.. the environment changed them to become all high and mightly.. why?? i never had the privillage of buying instruments as and when we wanted.. i used donated instruments till sec 3 when our band bought our first batch of instruments.. we opened our trumpets with fear and excitment.. and loved them with our lives.. cleaning them after practice.. and make sure the shone with our pride for every performance.. yet... last sunday.. i saw nothing that once burned in me.. i was sad.. depressed.. instruments.. even the one i once owned.. tarnished.. 'bruised'... maybe it describes me now.. fading away from my band..
well.. i took pictures.. maybe even from there i could see the arrogance in the air.. omipresent..
That was really a day... a heart full of stuff.. yet they don't understand.
janice
Getting to NP and unloading the instruments...



K.. gotta slp le.. band has performance tmr man.. freaking tired.. whee..












