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still damn full from last night's steamboat. vegetables rock. anyway i'm just back from meeting up with a great great trpt senior, iskandar and passed him some long-awaited scores and his file which were overdue by two years i think. reminiscence. gush. brought back scenes from two years ago. like iskandar just pulling me up and totally screaming the moment the target was reached. seniors getting emotional for the right reasons. guess it was sweet. on this note, the best days of my trumpet life in acsi were definitely during sec two, even when i was stuck with the damned literally over-the-top embouchure and rather disgusting attempts at squeeeeezing so much to reach the top notes. it was then when there wasn't any stress frm leading or what, just plain fun sectionals/slacktionals under boris with slb vishnu, iskandar n isaac, together with slb's bitchings. and the trips back home with isk and yong "teddy bear" kiat. really great people. i'm not good at words, so well. haha. two years have gone on. army awaits for some of them! haha. do what you think's right, and many a time you never realise how big an influence and encouragement u are to people around. esp as seniors. ghost train! and onto my point. trumpets rock. mhmm. from the barker guys in sec one, to my acsi seniors, to the mep concert section, then the acsi section now, and now onto acjc trumpets. haha i think, no i'm quite sure, that a great section sound or musical-wise, definitely must be derived from a great section spirit. anyway. back to trigo (hopefully). wait, back to my wife first. gush. performed 14:13 ©
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