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hello. a bit of interesting sports news. new paper pointed to the group of death and look how wonderful fate works.. crespo in argentina, kezman in serbia&montenegro, robben in oranje and drogba in the elephants. randomness putting blues, ex-blues, and soon-to-be ex-blues players in the same group. the dangerous worlds of f1-racing see schumi going from pole to last, fate bringing him together with the other massa guy on the last row. controversies.. its been an eventful week. pretty much a hectic one. i must say i don't exactly regret trying out for the orchestra and getting into it. the experience from monday to wednesday now compared to the one 2 years ago is considerably different, mainly due to not slacking with the 3rd trumpet score anymore..haha. although i still am not fully convinced that an orchestra is for me (when my standard is even good enough for one) because sometimes it's just damn slack, the experience was still a good one. about trumpets, you know in a band a trumpet player can play a wrong note and get away with it cause everything else is just overpowering; not so for an orchestra. less of aria-like melodies, less virtuosic functions, in a way more effects-oriented. so yes, naturally more boring. but the punishing thing is counting tons of bar rests, or worse still, coming in on a high note with perfection expected of oneself especially pitching and articulation wise. it's not the easiest thing no thanks to the long rest before the note. anyhow, soaking in the strings-dominated atmosphere wasn't too bad, especially since smetana's the moldau is demanding yet just awesome. go listen to it if you haven't. the horns, okay fine there was only one horn, is damn nice. pip's tone colour is just.....perfectly for an orchestra. let's aim for that, haha. anyway, best part of the camp, as we agreed, were the "dinner" breaks. 5 mins for the food, the rest of the break for soccer. haha and ending up sweating like nobody's business and continue for reh. 5 months in acjc, me and beng didn't touch the ball. 3 days in the school painted green and white, and we touched it for two days. we're deprived mep kids. overall the camp was enjoyable. suffered from withdrawal symptoms on thursday. its painful. go figure la, haha. bbq and stayover on friday night was great. big thanks to the ones who planned, esp the barisaxman and mx. after-effects were felt during prac on saturday, i think they're still lingering somewhere within me now. trumpet lesson today got me back to the basics again. its conflicting sometimes when i can't apply what i learnt into my playing cause of consistency problems. sigh. time will tell. went shopping with my 'wife' after lesson with a tenth of the sweetener MOE kindly gave me on some music-related stuff, not surprisingly (a couple of books and cds). acjccb rawks. go for the concert! haha. band camp's gonna be a bash. to improvise means to invent your own way of intelligently using what you have in order to improve your environment; to swing means to maintain equilibrium with elegance, to be resilient; and to play the blues means that no matter how tragic a situation may be, you have the capacity to conquer it with style. cliched but true, courtesy of dear wynton marsalis. performed 14:23 ©
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