Passing Out Parade

After 4 years.

My days as a percussionist came to an end.

Oh well, no more reasons to slack and not do well for Prelim 3.

But when I was on the chair facing the 90-something people, I was at a loss for words. When I was on the floor listening to Gary, I thought of talking about the WMC, 2 SYFs, 3 Aesthetiques and the other little concerts here and there. Of course, not to forget Limelight.

Speaking of which, I had wanted to post about Limelight, but I felt a bit of guilt that I posted something inappropriate on a friend's blog. Hence, no detailed posts on that.

Where was I? Right. POP.

An outstanding group of people absent from POP yesterday were the seniors. But the most outstanding absence was Ms Tan.

We never saw her at the handing-down ceremony. Neither did we see her at the dinner. Nor the chair ceremony. Only later did we find out that she was somewhere else but here in the band room.

Thanks to Lam, Clinton and some others I was forced to speak as number 3 after Gary and someone else.

But my speech was perhaps the longest. It couldn't capture the attention of the sec 1s for too long. Fortunately Mr Heng did not cut me off, unlike someone I couldn't remember. But it didn't matter. I went through this rite of passage in band.

I talked about how my section destroyed my sticks through some "Mysterious ways". I saw how the entire section was signalling to me to shut up. So I didn't reveal more. Then when Clinton came up, he remarked about "Big Brother" and how "someone" killed Peter. Well, who's Peter?

See the thing on the top corner of the Yu sheng box? That's Peter.

At least En Hao finally cleared up the Louvre incident, even though I shouldn't have slept too. At least that clears the air and brings my WMC vengeance to an end.

Then came the prize exchange ceremony. I only brought 2 packets of sweets back from Indonesia but I forgot to distribute them until band was dismissed and everyone was either doing taupok on someone else or just laughing away while looking. In the end only 1 packet was finished. Joel gave me a mug, which I realised had broken when I opened it minutes ago. Fortunately it can be fixed for now... with Scotch tape. I got 2 cards from the sec 3s and a capteh from the sec 2 percussionists. Of course, Harold's gift of the irritating Di Tanjong Katong lyrics would not be forgotten too soon...

I decided to abuse my powers for a day.

I took the Military Band blazers down and donned it on. So did Eric and Ying Hao. We took many pictures in the blazer(to be added soon). If I had been more rebellious I might have worn the only Band Major sash and hold the mace for the camera.

Yet, I know that there is only 1 size to the Military Band blazer. If I feel tight wearing it, how on earth did Eric manage to wear it without problems?

Answer: He never wore it. He used the sash as a belt and supported the blazer with his neck. At least it looked more natural. And stocky too...

Had dessert after that with Mr Heng and some Sec 4s. Damn, I forgot my medicine. No matter, I'm gonna take it now.

But I got a morale booster for my O level Oral English next Wednesday. Mr Heng told me that my conversation would clinch me full marks for Oral English. Which only leaves my with the stupid picture conversation...

still underachieving