okay i admit i always dont go for band la. in high school. but now i miss all of them, so much. this is how a french horn looks like in case u dont know. hahaha.

this picture is taken during cca extravaganza. dont ask me which one. i dont rmb la okay.

i suddenly miss band practices so much.

i miss the sectionals with christina and weiting, when we are trying very hard to play Sunrise and American Riversongs for SYF;

i miss the scoldings by christina, when i couldnt reach the high note;

i miss the lectures by mr b tan, when our band was not playing in harmony;

i miss the times we tried so hard for SYF, when in the end we could only clinch silver;

i miss the times we cried deep down in our hearts where it hurts the most, when we learnt that we only got silver after much hard work;

i miss the hard work we put in for SYF, when the hearts of the band members beat as one;

i miss the RODs that we have came across together, when i was the only one who dont get a post(cos of my loyalty to SC);

i miss the sectionals with joan, wanling, melvin and my little juniors, when we slack ard to gossip;

i miss the combined band practices, when we could have everyone of us squeezed in a small yet warm band room (filled with great friendship and warmth);

i miss the times we have our drills, when we are trying hard to keep all of us in sync;

i miss the times we strive so hard, just to get a satisfactory smile from our conductor;

i miss the times we were so tired in band, when mr b tan tried to crack jokes for us(his jokes are funny alright);

i miss the times when mr tan tuck out his shirt, implying that he is angry and we would work harder;

i miss all the times i had in band;

and i didnt treasure it when it was there;

and now that it was all gone;

i regretted;

regret for not putting all my heart and soul into band;

regret for not trying hard enough to achieve what i should and could’

regret for not being loyal enough to attend every band practice;

regret for finding all sorts of excuses just not to come for band practices;

regret all the times that i let it pass;

just like that.

and in a glimpse of an eye,

it was all gone;

cant be retrieved;

all that i could collect

are etched in my memory;

all that i have missed

are the regrets of my teen life;

but i know deep down in my heart,

it is always there

for me

until the day that i am gone;

i will still carry all my memories with me,

forever.

when i see you on the streets one day

and couldnt recognise you,

forgive me

but the times we shared will be forever here

- all here;

in the deep of my heart.

i wish all of you good life and work hard for your dreams.

to NHSB:

GOOD LUCK FOR SYF THIS YEAR!

CLINCH A GOLD!

I CANT BE THERE TO SUPPORT YOU ALL,

BUT MY SPIRIT STAY ON WITH YOU ALL.

GOOD LUCK!

do what we didnt, bring honour to the band, and us- the seniors.

we are proud of u all!