<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:06:43.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIMB Perculiars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-1380664226297548586</id><published>2009-09-01T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T14:04:41.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brokerage.</title><content type='html'>i break the silence again. how come the blog so dead arh. :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone! POST. :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;investiture's this saturday. who's posting the countdown? i'm willing to do this time XD KENNETH. DO COUNTDOWN WITH ME STARTING TOMORROW. OKAY? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-1380664226297548586?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1380664226297548586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1380664226297548586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2009/09/brokerage.html' title='brokerage.'/><author><name>[Seven Places][Drummer]--&amp;gt;AJ&amp;lt;--12 Stones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944476336057795323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7721387389097294012</id><published>2009-04-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:19:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokerage.</title><content type='html'>I shall break the long fit of silence that's been here on this deserted*sobsob* blogg.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERC ENSEMBLE FOR CONCERT ON JULY 10TH!(refer to band blog [johnson's post on the concert] for more details.)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S IT!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE YOU ALL!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7721387389097294012?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7721387389097294012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7721387389097294012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2009/04/brokerage.html' title='Brokerage.'/><author><name>[Seven Places][Drummer]--&amp;gt;AJ&amp;lt;--12 Stones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944476336057795323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6032174689456881439</id><published>2008-12-31T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:42:04.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coda 4</title><content type='html'>Thanks Arjun! How did everyone find Coda 4 (and the perc ensemble)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. should we add the &lt;s&gt;old people&lt;/s&gt; RWinds perc seniors on the sidebar? &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6032174689456881439?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6032174689456881439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6032174689456881439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/12/coda-4.html' title='Coda 4'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-571728251587551696</id><published>2008-12-10T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:57:25.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syf</title><content type='html'>This blog has been dead for quite some time, so I am officially &lt;strong&gt;reviving&lt;/strong&gt; it. yay! Well even the tag board is dead. xD SYF preparations in full swing, but attendance of percs is disappointing. I &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; skye thinks so. With our dear chiraag more than 100 miles away in india learning music, and Yu Chen being in (i don't know where land), something tells me that when school re opens we're going to have one heck of a time. You figure out why. Has anyone been able to find audio versions of Die Fledermaus yet? I mean the version that we are playing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since Jerald and Benni still read, GOOD LUCK FOR CODA 4!! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-571728251587551696?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/571728251587551696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/571728251587551696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/12/syf.html' title='syf'/><author><name>[Seven Places][Drummer]--&amp;gt;AJ&amp;lt;--12 Stones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944476336057795323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7305760913700069275</id><published>2008-09-20T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:11:06.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumset 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Sf_pogZ8jE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Sf_pogZ8jE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desperate times call for desperate measures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7305760913700069275?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7305760913700069275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7305760913700069275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/09/drumset-101.html' title='Drumset 101'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5285252678181909775</id><published>2008-08-27T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:40:17.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We shan't wait for "1" to come up. After all, time and tide waits for no man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;报章报道：今天休息时间，阿君（Arjun)前来说，我的博客内容因为缺乏照片而比不上旺良。对于这个个案，我感到十分震撼、震惊、惊讶、失望、愤怒、悲愤与汗颜，觉得自己被冤枉与误解。让我来提供一些照片，来反驳阿君的这一论点。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Translation for Arjun: Newspapers report: Today the relaxation time, &lt;u&gt;Arab League Mr.&lt;/u&gt; (Arjun) came saying that my blog content because of lacked the picture not to compare &lt;u&gt;prosperously good&lt;/u&gt; (Jerald). Regarding this case, I felt that very shocks, the shock, surprised, disappointed, anger, the grief and indignation and blushes with shame, thought oneself is treated with misunderstands. Let me provide some pictures, refutes &lt;u&gt;Arab League Mr.&lt;/u&gt;'s this argument. &lt;em&gt;Translation provided courtesy of Babelfish.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Batch of '11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Percs '11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Batch of '10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Percs '10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Batch of '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270015.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Percs '09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270017.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Arjun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jeremy Wong x2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Chiraag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270019.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald and Lucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270021.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ignatius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kenneth ran off too fast, so I couldn't take a photo of him. Everyone else... well I ran out of batt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/P8270013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our seniors, who have gladly taken precious time of their schedule to be with us on this important occassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;185 words - does this number ring a bell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12,000 words worth of pictures. Beat that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5285252678181909775?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5285252678181909775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5285252678181909775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/0.html' title='0'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll54/beyoken/Stray%20Pics/th_P8270001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-736855269644003001</id><published>2008-08-25T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:12:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;er wat i don't write essays here, and that thousand words thing is copyrighted by me okay no stealing kthx. speaking of copyrighted, did you know that "uncopyrightable" is the longest possible english word that can be written without repeating any letter more than once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On to my final post in this countdown, assuming 0 is a non-even number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are 5 core elements of the human being, namely the blood, mind and body, heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blood&lt;/strong&gt; - signifies unity as one, a band of brothers. Great music can be achieved not only by playing together in time, but by helping each other when in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mind&lt;/strong&gt; - the &lt;s&gt;brian&lt;/s&gt; brain, the organ capable of metacognition. It is required, even though band is non-academic. I hope none of my juniors are bakars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body&lt;/strong&gt; - the medium of contact with the external environment. With your hands you make, refine and perfect music; with your ears you listen, analyze and appreciate music. Everyone has a body, question is, how do you use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart&lt;/strong&gt; - the most important organ in our body. Have you heard of the phrase "play with your heart"? Play with feelings, with gusto. Inject the emotions and colours of life into your music. After all, playing without using your heart is merely playing notes, not making music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soul&lt;/strong&gt; - most importantly, the soul. The soul embodies passion and love for the band. It is this locomotive that pushes people to strive for their best, to put in their utmost effort. I feel that only if everyone embraces passion will good music be produced. Only then, will we be truly bonded together, with a common goal in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The five elements, working together hand in hand, synergising like 5 pieces of a pie to form a whole new, all better object/person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-736855269644003001?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/736855269644003001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/736855269644003001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/2.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;2&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7078516084625326568</id><published>2008-08-24T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:49:08.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>Guten Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;大家好，明天我们中四的就要被埋葬了。若您想支持我们，请为我们打扫坟墓，地点是在albert hong hall. 不见不散。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall post a picture, so as to write a 1000 words and pwn benni's posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238466939676136818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/SLLF7VMGFXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kp0NALadBV4/s320/IMG_2679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238466955171659794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/SLLF8O6hABI/AAAAAAAAATE/Qsa7Jh57YN4/s320/IMG_2734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7078516084625326568?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7078516084625326568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7078516084625326568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/3.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;3&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/SLLF7VMGFXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kp0NALadBV4/s72-c/IMG_2679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7160730611731676346</id><published>2008-08-23T23:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:17:53.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Palette of random stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Percussion is the backbone of the band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are exactly 42 keys on the marimba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Glockenspiel should not be pronounced as "cog and speel".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bass drum is the leader and the heartbeat of the band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leaders and heartbeats of the band should not stare at their scores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The timpanist major should be the SL. Oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest member of the section always plays the chimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLs should preferably be short. *cough Jerald cough Kinchun vs Dhruv cough Brian*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membranophones are skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always dampen the timpani after use. *ahem sky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need wisdom from Jerald, close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your sticks are rotting in your bag, it means you haven't been practicing at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table is a Sec 1's best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The table should NOT be a Sec 4's best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes a day keeps the sightreading problems away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pen is mightier than the sword, therefore write on your scores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Save the Earth, don't waste paper, study the Exercises for Marimba and Xylophone made by Mr Oura today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why get a perc tutor when you have one right in your school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandpaper blocks are said by some to be the most vital instrument of the section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What the similarity between a band and a drumpad? (highlight text for answer) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They're both made of rubber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The glockenspiel needs cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tuning keys open the door to quality music. Unfortunately, they instead lock the door for the novice user.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maintaining a neat section shelf is the key to success. It is also a good way to prevent your SL from angsting all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is brown and sticky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't leave your sticks lying in the band room, they might stop drop and roll away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Boon was compiled by Boon when he was Sec 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First we go to Bishan, then we go to Yio Chu Kang, then we go to Pasir Ris. Where do we go next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear the green beans, lest the roaches invade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shalt protect our sacred instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Believe in your dreams, follow your passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Try, try again. Practice, practice, practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If band is just a CCA, you have failed in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no bakars in our section. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One band, one sound. Band of brothers. Unity in strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath, Support, Sing (okay this is irrelevant here, but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know how to be gentle, you know where to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME DOWN FOR EXTRA PRACS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We should! We must! We can! We will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;R-A-F-F-L-E-S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(yes I'm late, do forgive me =S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7160730611731676346?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7160730611731676346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7160730611731676346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/4.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;4&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-46429963317570437</id><published>2008-08-22T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:09:53.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>we may be gone, but we'll be sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and li jiawei lost =( sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rimb'09 we got our eyes on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-46429963317570437?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/46429963317570437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/46429963317570437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/5.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;5&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7656231317339710522</id><published>2008-08-21T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:04:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See the text up there? Not there, ALL THE WAY up there. The title of your browser screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"RIMB Perculiars: one big family"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lets treat band as our family. To Jerald and I, band has always been our second home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everytime we step into the band room, a smile always creeps onto our face. Everytime we see our seniors and juniors, we feel warmth in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because band is our home, and our bandmates are family. Through thick and thin, we'll always be there for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Most importantly, we share joy together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As a family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7656231317339710522?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7656231317339710522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7656231317339710522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/6.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;6&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-963431563900504224</id><published>2008-08-20T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:10:16.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>ok i missed out this countdown yesterday because i was mugging bio, therefore i'm doing it today, but i'll change the date anyway! =D Well frankly, i was mugging and fell asleep halfway, therefore i screwed up the test epic. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one week left before we're gone and i think most of us would still find that we can't leave the band, it'll take a long period of time. You know, hanging around the band room, we'll just need a lot of time to get used to it. withdrawal symptoms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recall JaWS (JayyH Withdrawal Symptoms) bwahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-963431563900504224?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/963431563900504224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/963431563900504224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/7.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;7&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3464627330948082873</id><published>2008-08-19T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:39:20.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;More on the "funeral"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you were told that you had just 8 days left to live, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 8 would be spent calling to all your friends in foreign countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 7, you'd bid your farewell to your old schoolmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 6 will be hanging out with your pen pals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 5? Slacking in front of the TV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 4, you will want to travel around your country and see the sights for one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 3, you'd gather all your close friends for an overnight party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 2 will be spent fufilling your last wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 1 sees you and your colleagues have your last supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Day 0, as you are preparing to leave this unforgiving world once and for all, your final moments will be spent with &lt;em&gt;none other than&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;your family members.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And may these be the moments that you treasure the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3464627330948082873?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3464627330948082873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3464627330948082873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/8.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;8&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8310858804730622705</id><published>2008-08-18T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:02:49.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>This will probably be the last countdown i'll do for an RIMB event. Well, i can't believe i'm officially going to be out of this band, and given the situation of this year's investiture i think "死不瞑目"would be the right phrase to describe all the secondary fours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you RIMB for everything you have done for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8310858804730622705?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8310858804730622705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8310858804730622705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/9.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;9&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3953619337140480119</id><published>2008-08-17T14:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:54:19.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, by popular demand, lets get the ball rolling! Jerald mentioned that I haven't been regularly posting (unlike Sec 2), but since I'm leaving soon, it's high time someone else take charge. *Kenneth, share all the online stuff you've dug up! lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Previous countdowns were all fun and (usually) lighthearted, but this time it seems totally different. I mean, who counts down to their own funeral? I find it quite awkward to post a countdown for my own farewell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On another note, yes Jerald, you're doing odd numbers again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;GO PERCS '08!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3953619337140480119?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3953619337140480119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3953619337140480119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/08/10.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;10&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5117939915638620033</id><published>2008-07-20T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T01:00:05.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To SIBF AND BEYOND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens, YOU WILL BE LOVED! bwahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5117939915638620033?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5117939915638620033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5117939915638620033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-sibf-and-beyond-us-no-matter-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-9021791734024409051</id><published>2008-06-07T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T02:09:25.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we're going to NIPPON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-9021791734024409051?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/9021791734024409051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/9021791734024409051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-going-to-nippon.html' title=''/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-9109224636973639212</id><published>2008-05-20T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:09:28.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prometheum was the best concert i've ever been to, well people it's not the only concert i've been to, but then it was really good, although im sec 1 and I don't know what you all have gone through, IT WAS GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have withdrawal symptoms of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was tomorrow or today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA RIMB ROCKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-9109224636973639212?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/9109224636973639212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/9109224636973639212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/prometheum-was-best-concert-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>[Seven Places][Drummer]--&amp;gt;AJ&amp;lt;--12 Stones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944476336057795323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3411709014158499923</id><published>2008-05-15T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:52:41.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0</title><content type='html'>Whoo great jobs percs! Wayyyyyy too busy to write a long post but yes you haven't let us down :) Continue to work harder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3411709014158499923?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3411709014158499923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3411709014158499923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/0.html' title='0'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7188460465152643391</id><published>2008-05-14T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:39:45.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>-1-&lt;br /&gt;(i dunno how to do the funny floating 1)&lt;br /&gt;ok hello everyone...tmrw's our big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i could barely sleep and i was so nervous i was tossing and turning in my bed. I was just running through all our songs in my head, from the perc soli in merry widow which we spent so much time on to our routines in day at the circus and all the other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've practiced so much and waited so long for this, so i say we play with all our heart and not have any regrets. No matter what happens on stage tmrw, let's have no regrets and do our best tomorrow night. This will be the last concert for our sec 4s and the first concert for the sec3s and us sec 2s, so lets make it a smashing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometheum XII&lt;br /&gt;never let you down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7188460465152643391?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7188460465152643391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7188460465152643391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00821399022686077227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4210515762812320892</id><published>2008-05-13T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:05:53.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The saying goes, "Think two steps ahead". Even though it's 2 days to Prometheum, lets think not just two days after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Four days after: Open House. A commonly underestimated event, especially for this year since it's right after our dear Prometheum. Open House is the first step towards recruiting top talent in the music field, and we all know the dire need for such talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Consequently, we cannot afford to let our guard down. Even more so with the Japan trip coming up. We must not slacken even after Prometheum, even after Open House. It's really so many things to do, so little time. I urge all of you to continue with passion, to keep the good attendance, standard and effort up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4210515762812320892?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4210515762812320892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4210515762812320892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/2.html' title='2.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6784902198845014656</id><published>2008-05-12T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:55:48.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Visit</title><content type='html'>Going home today, I managed to catch a glimpse of the Perc ensemble practice. It was pretty well rehearsed, and the choice of "instruments" was pretty cool. Very creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what struck me more was the lack of Percs. Where are the sec 3s, the batch leading SYF'09? Now is the time for them to shine. It is the time for them to slowly take over, and get a feel of the ropes. In the short run, we should aim for excellence in our performance. But at the same time, we must not neglect nor forget the long term goals of the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that in the upcoming preparations for Prometheum, the sec 4s will actively engage the sec 3s in helping out, to give them the experience they need in leading the section or the band. The demands of hosting an event can only be learnt by experience, and experience alone. Let us not forget that ultimately, they will still be the seniors of the band in '09. The year of SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have confidence that RIMB will put up a great performance 3 nights from today. Next year, I hope that I will be able to say the same. Work hard and play hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6784902198845014656?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6784902198845014656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6784902198845014656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/short-visit.html' title='Short Visit'/><author><name>Togo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4554883841043347480</id><published>2008-05-12T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:59:12.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>"Band was the best thing that has ever happened to me." That was what I said in sec 2 when i "fell in love" with band music and the people around me. 2 years later, it still hasn't changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, I will continue to love band, my batchmates and many of my juniors who have been through so much with me. The scoldings, the worrying, the sleepless nights of planning, everything! I must say it has been a busy time and a hell load of stress but looking back, I enjoyed the events that we have worked hard for (Band Camp, Community Day). This concert is the beginning of so much more to come. There's still Open House, Founder's Day, Japan Trip, SIBF and finally Investiture (back to where things started). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, let's entertain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4554883841043347480?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4554883841043347480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4554883841043347480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/3.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;3&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-9178217292813745780</id><published>2008-05-11T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:19:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prometheum XI was magical. The only pity was that it passed by in a blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Prometheum XII: While we strive to play our best and to wow the audience, lets not forget to take a moment to stop, &lt;s&gt;drop and roll&lt;/s&gt; breathe in the VCH air and savour the goodness and fruitition of our hard work. Don't forget: we play music, because we enjoy making music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;90 minutes is only so long. It flies by before you know it. Taste the present before it becomes history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And on a somewhat relevant note, YIKES 8 months have passed since Investiture. Time does fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-9178217292813745780?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/9178217292813745780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/9178217292813745780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/4.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;4&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-1111210525284723614</id><published>2008-05-10T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:01:04.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>5 DAYS LEFT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember saying "10 days left! y'all can even countdown with your hands" now i'll say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 DAYS LEFT! Y'ALL CAN COUNTDOWN WITH ONE HAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling a huge mix of emotions now, but on top of them all we have 'stressed' and 'excited'. stress, i guess it's natural for people to feel stressed, what's more its coming right up in 5 days. excited cuz i really wanna get up there and entertain my friends and family and of course, you guys! i must say we've come a long way, went through many struggles (although we havent seen the last of them yet), and now it's almost showtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gear ourselves up! and stay healthy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-1111210525284723614?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1111210525284723614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1111210525284723614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/5.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;5&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-2959822694687722867</id><published>2008-05-09T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:51:48.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At this point, one wonders how many people are actually reading this xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, we may all cheer at Tian Yi's "Never let you down", but lets take it for real. (Surely there must be another reason, other than for laughing sakes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Prometheum XII. 15 May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's not let down our audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's not let down our friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's not let down our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's not let down our alumini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's not let down our bandmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's not let down Mr Oura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But most importantly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Let's not let down ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Footnote: I know that the grammatically correct phrasing would be "Lets not let ___ down", but for alignment sakes, lets keep it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-2959822694687722867?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2959822694687722867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2959822694687722867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/6.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;6&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7923106896899815380</id><published>2008-05-08T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:01:06.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>1 WEEK LEFT! Oh muh god! Time to up some fuel to full boost now that bio CCT's over, although there are still 2 portfolios 2 PT and 1 TA coming up next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take care of yourselves, that includes our sick benni and our sick james and the half-sick me. how can we practise ensembles like that =( SLEEP! DRINK WATER! SLEEP!!! and to the rest of y'all stay away from the illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. SELL YOUR TICKETS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7923106896899815380?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7923106896899815380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7923106896899815380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/7.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;7&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8296215626044159030</id><published>2008-05-07T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:39:51.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry to all of you, for not putting my best in today and tommorow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And thanks for all the care and concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8296215626044159030?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8296215626044159030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8296215626044159030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/8.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;8&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6191742114322508956</id><published>2008-05-06T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:55:40.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>9 days left!&lt;br /&gt;“加油！”-Shuhui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although things are a little tough now, especially for us sec4s, i bet we'll still do a great job next thurs! right people? work hard! and don't lose focus =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6191742114322508956?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6191742114322508956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6191742114322508956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/9.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;9&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-1731821148872848154</id><published>2008-05-05T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:35:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're baaaaack! Jerald you're doing odd this year xDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Alright guys lets rock VCH down! It's the last Prometheum for our batch, and for Sky and Yuchen it's your only Prometheum. And to Kenneth and Iggy, it's your first major performance. So lets make it a good and memorable one. Together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Make every practice count! No point going down for pracs without full concentration and attention. The finish line is but 10 days away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lets make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;谢谢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...you're not supposed to be reading this...&lt;/span&gt;2008年5月5日&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-1731821148872848154?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1731821148872848154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1731821148872848154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/10.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;10&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-467979854407038469</id><published>2008-05-01T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:29:25.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In iTunes, I would enter the year in brackets after "Raffles Institution Military Band" under artist for each of the band's recordings. For example: Carmen Fantasy -- Raffles Institution Military Band (2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remove all the years (and put them after the title instead).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see rock bands changing their name or adding a year to it when members leave, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIMB is so much more than just the current members. It is also made up of at least 45 years of history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-467979854407038469?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/467979854407038469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/467979854407038469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-itunes-i-would-enter-year-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-1955457347676367630</id><published>2008-04-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:32:22.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lpmusic.com/Play_Like_A_Pro/Tips/tambourine-tips.html"&gt;Tips&lt;/a&gt; on my favourite auxiliary instrument, the tambourine =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-1955457347676367630?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1955457347676367630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1955457347676367630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/04/tips-on-my-favourite-auxiliary.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8709861532211722077</id><published>2008-03-29T21:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:50:59.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>Er. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time i'm posting on the RIMB perculiars blog.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Im a seasoined blogger, I dunno what to write.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, this is a post by itself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE DRILLS.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LOVE PERCS!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is indeed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8709861532211722077?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.scorpionoftruth-aj-sevenplaces.blogspot.com/' title='Hi.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8709861532211722077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8709861532211722077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>[Seven Places][Drummer]--&amp;gt;AJ&amp;lt;--12 Stones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12944476336057795323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3311763015785963008</id><published>2008-03-22T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:16:41.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we've got a merry widow soli to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say we drill it, work it and own it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3311763015785963008?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3311763015785963008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3311763015785963008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/03/weve-got-merry-widow-soli-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8175268846173440758</id><published>2008-03-19T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:09:23.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh &lt;a href="http://www.drummerworld.com/Videos/rocknroll.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is funny. Well it's not supposed to be but that man just cracks me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8175268846173440758?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8175268846173440758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8175268846173440758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhh-this-is-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4504269137316445065</id><published>2008-01-26T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:19:52.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, long time since i last blogged here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been already 2 years since i left... *nostalgia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just made a visit to HCI last week and saw the HCI percs having prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl i saw doing paradiddles at like what? 140 bpm? I feel so ashamed cuz i know i can't double her speed :S And she looked perfectly relaxed playing. And it seems that the others arent surprised one bit at that speed so they probably all can play like that... Dang :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking from the trend of activities for RI peepz these days it does seem that things are getting more and more wimp/wuss oriented. (Serimbun orientation camp would probably be unthinkable now :S) But no matter what don't let your basic strokes training become slack... Remember those twinkies and sustained hours of firm strokes/paradiddles! They do you good. Like when you're stoning somewhere and you see a drumpad lying around just whack it. I know this sounds guailan, but wth don't lose to some random HCI girl perc pls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4504269137316445065?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4504269137316445065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4504269137316445065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow-long-time-since-i-last-blogged-here.html' title=''/><author><name>wentaogod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446133754463047949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd3zwLvm4aM/SNEEpRlgouI/AAAAAAAAABg/qw2upjoG4Wk/S220/p06.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8309290820246403691</id><published>2008-01-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:49:47.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's welcome our newest member, Zi Kai (sec2). Iggy and Kenneth you got a new sbm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's welcome back our WANG YUCHEN! hopefully you're recharged after your semi-retirement of 8 months. Main Band perc would have 8 people if zi kai learns fast enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8309290820246403691?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8309290820246403691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8309290820246403691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-welcome-our-newest-member-zi-kai.html' title=''/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-2229193803582892909</id><published>2007-09-20T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T15:45:56.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drummerworld.com/Videos/jimchapinwisewords.html"&gt;Here!&lt;/a&gt; Jim Chapin is quite funny. But very wise words indeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-2229193803582892909?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2229193803582892909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2229193803582892909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-jim-chapin-is-quite-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6895351872155673616</id><published>2007-09-17T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:18:34.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hopefully someone will continue blogging after me leaves. *glances at Kenneth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was great to see Kenneth turn up for extra band prac last Friday. Hopefully it wasn't forced by Jerald. It's wonderful to see a Sec 1 (Kenneth IS sec 1 right?) so dedicated to band. Awww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Took some time out today to rearrange some stuff in the perc shelves today. It's dusty (whoa what a shock), and full of hidden stuff. A card containing messages from the batch of '02 O_O. Now I know how it feels like when Kinchun walks into a messy section shelf. Oh wait, you don't walk &lt;em&gt;into&lt;/em&gt; a shelf do you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;EDIT: In case you don't visit the chatbox... &lt;a href="http://maeglin.blogspot.com/2007/09/cute.html"&gt;http://maeglin.blogspot.com/2007/09/cute.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6895351872155673616?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6895351872155673616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6895351872155673616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/09/hopefully-someone-will-continue.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3603663226605419262</id><published>2007-09-06T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:25:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'A percussionist contracted to play in a symphony orchestra is paid a salary to perform repertoire that calls for a great deal of "not playing"... It typically involves counting rests with determined concentration... "Not playing" of this kind demands energy, and may be exhausting for a player, particularly during rehearsals.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You are wearing fully formal evening attire and for the last half-hour you have been sitting on a stage without playing a single note, or even moving your body except in the most inconspicuous manner. Suddenly, you alone must stand up among one hundred other seated musicians. You are holding two very large shiny objects, thus guaranteeing the focused attention of nearly everyone in the auditorium (including a conductor). At a precisely determined moment in time when most of the other musicians stop playing, you are to bring together the shiny, and, by the way, heavy objects so that their contact with one another produces a single soft and delicate shimmer of sound. After having done this, no matter how successfully, you must then return to your seat and wait an additional ten minutes for the conclusion of the piece. During this time you might reflect on the fact that the sound just made was the sole criterion for judgment of your musicianship by the conductor, your colleagues, the audience and, in fact, yourself. A performer who resigned his position as a percussionist with a major symphony orchestra once explained that, "Ninety percent of the time I was bored to death, and the other ten percent of the time I was scared to death."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.nexuspercussion.com/Nexus33.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Reminds me of the story Mr Oura told about him missing his only part in a long piece.. I'm horribly bored mugging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3603663226605419262?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3603663226605419262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3603663226605419262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/09/percussionist-contracted-to-play-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5896223658385555227</id><published>2007-09-01T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:23:07.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>0</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;  &lt;/marquee&gt;my first post on this blog &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's finally today, investiture. Thx kin chun for guiding ignatius and i all this way and good luck to the sec 3s who will be leading us next year!&lt;br /&gt;time passes so fast, we sec 1s are gonna be sec 2 seniors in...4 months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5896223658385555227?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5896223658385555227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5896223658385555227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/09/0.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;0&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00821399022686077227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6134913459111117027</id><published>2007-08-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:35:21.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>Whee, my turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has been flying by, too fast to be true. With the rushing of work in the middle few weeks of this term, all the performances and practices, it surprised me when I saw Benjamin posting the countdown to investiture. I even thought Ben made a mistake, haha. But there is no denying the time of the year is here again, where we have to say our goodbyes to the leaving batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget though, the ceremony is called Investiture, where we should welcome the new secondary one batch joining the main band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have fun tomorrow, don't emo! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6134913459111117027?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6134913459111117027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6134913459111117027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/marquee1marquee.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;1&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Togo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5010142006907827100</id><published>2007-08-30T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T19:06:49.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Better post before Kinchun claims his turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Everytime I visit the perc blog I can't help but pause at the namelist (aka memory wall). Can't help it, time flies. Seniors come and go, and leave a part of their spirit behind for us. Can't help but to reflect on the past, the experiences, the fun times, the lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, the lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Brian once talked about drumstick physics. According to Newton's 3rd law, for every action there is an equal and opposite action. "Action reaction" as we call it. And I believe I learnt that from band. Preparing so hard for a concert, and getting the audience's support back in return. We were featured in RInspire... &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt;!! It shows something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Action reaction occurs during Investiture too. Sec 1s come in (action), Sec 4s go out (reaction). Some argue it's the other way round, but there's a reason why it's called Investiture and not Farewell. Either way, it's saddd. As Jerald said once, we cannot afford to get all worked up and emotional like last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I vouched to do the same, but it gets harder to do so as Investiture nears. It's so hard to take it, especially since we're going to lose the numbers, the talent and most importantly the bonds we've forged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yes, the numbers are dwindling. Before you know it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...and then there were &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5010142006907827100?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5010142006907827100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5010142006907827100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/2.html' title='&lt;marquee scrollamount=&quot;40&quot;&gt;2&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8404000239572077087</id><published>2007-08-29T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:11:35.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'> 3 </title><content type='html'>3 years in the band, 3 more years to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this really really short post, but i've got loads of stuff to do, for example, i have to chase people for money before mrs tan lai lin come and chase me (uh oh...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, ive been so busy with other stuff like RD and everything in the world during band to practise for invest, and ripb's taking our drumset during our extra prac, i am so gonna impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok can ask for a refund if u think this post's too short, but i gotta fly cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8404000239572077087?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8404000239572077087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8404000239572077087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/3.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt; 3 &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5324289898766476682</id><published>2007-08-28T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:22:04.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;four... what can I make with four?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll think about it when I get back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But I can't leave this blogpost empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So for now, lets talk about random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Learnt some lessons: My piano teacher claimed that the plural form is "timpanis". I insisted it wasn't, she went to check the answer key, and voila, it says there "timpani". Lesson learnt: don't argue with the specialist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Two years ago, I could NEVER in my life imagine Kinchun in long pants. Seriously. Lesson learnt: be more imaginative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On a somewhat similar note, one to two years ago I could NEVER in my life imagine myself outgrowing Jerald. Not-so-seriously, lesson learnt: don't take steroids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After Invest '06, I thought we'd never get to perform with them anymore. But we will. Lesson learnt: get RP to organize more RPMs so we can have more RPCs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My favourite hobby is quoting. As such... we have this extract, posted right on Invest Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love seeing you and Ben's reactions when I start on weird stuff &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(sex-ed?)&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dedicated to what Kenneth and Jerald were thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next, lemme quote 2006 Invest Countdown Post #2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"First time there were so many percs coming for extra practice! I'm glad, but where was Ben -.- Ok, the people who came were namely, SiKai &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yuchen&lt;/span&gt; Jerald Kinchun and Brian."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ah, the irony! Looking back I feel so ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next up, similarly with 4 days to go, we have 2006 Invest Countdown Post #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"anyway, snow caps is as retarded as aerodynamics. gg."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ah, the irony!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finally we move forth in time and grab a quote from SYF '07 Countdown Post #6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"from tmr onwards it's gonna be hardcore rehearsal, let's do everyone proud. we only have that one chance, make good use of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I find that soooo applicable now. Perhaps to a lesser extent, but all the same, one last prac left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We conclude with some funfacts: first, the fact that Jerald is spamming his MSN logins as I am typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Second, that it has been an eventful journey that I'll never forget. Oh wait Kinchun that's your line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thirdly, OI!!!! WHY THIS YEAR NO SECTION PHOTOS??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lastly, thank you for reading this &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;x&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5324289898766476682?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5324289898766476682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5324289898766476682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/4.html' title='&lt;marquee scrolldelay=&quot;4&quot;&gt;4&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6103100535199013090</id><published>2007-08-27T14:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:00:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'> 5 </title><content type='html'>ben's getting horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im forseeing a very lonely blog in the future. anyway since ben's already doing the recollection of the past, i shall do the erm... spirit for the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well, our section's gonna be very very small and if ken becomes a prefect, we are gonna be even smaller in quantity and quality. how is this spirited? i don't know! =) well, next year's gonna be like 06, which means crazy juggling of all the parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenneth if u really become a prefect, get ready to pon prefect stuff for band! don't leave your ignatius in the lurch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6103100535199013090?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6103100535199013090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6103100535199013090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/5.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt; 5 &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8200436593380609524</id><published>2007-08-26T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:07:16.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No homonyms for 6, thank you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our three largest events of the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SYF '07: 1&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Putrajaya Wind Orchestra Finale: 24/&lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Con Brio: &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt;/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;These events (and more) were summed up by Jerald: &lt;em&gt;"the prometheum flame burnt bright, and then the ocean glew, then came music with spirit and vigour"&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Through these years, we, along with our seniors and our juniors, have withstood turmoil, blood sweat and tears; joy, laughter and fun. As one. It's a treasure, valuable like no other, the times we had, the things we shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With merger comes inevitable separation. Though we may have broken up, the great seniors going in pursuit of higher dreams and hopes, we will never forget the good times, the memories and this whole exhilarating experience. We may have been separated, but our hearts will remain together. Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We'll miss you. For a long time to come. It is only fortunate to be able to reunite with the perc concert coming up, and perhaps in RJCSB too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8200436593380609524?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8200436593380609524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8200436593380609524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/6.html' title='&lt;marquee direction=&quot;down&quot; height=&quot;20px&quot;&gt;&lt;center&gt;6&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-837072603663415825</id><published>2007-08-25T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T22:44:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'> 7 </title><content type='html'>whan an angsty post benni, oh wait all these posts are supposed to be angsty. hello? PSL will only take the last few pracs of dec hols who knows maybe its our break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 1 week left before investiture!! the next few days are gonna be insane! so people, let's do it! oh wait, why am i talking to the batch XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, why not for once instead of angsting let's radiate confidence woo hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to percs'08 and beyond! ben and jerry + james are gonna have a busy year ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-837072603663415825?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/837072603663415825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/837072603663415825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/7.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt; 7 &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-48181677015827107</id><published>2007-08-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T22:59:23.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jerald left his pencil case in the band room one day. I &lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; it up. I've apologized to you already Jerald, MSN me if you wish for me to write an 800 word essay regarding this. Not that I have a ton of free time to spend. Anyway last band prac I left my water bottle in the band room. Today I went in and was astonished to find it still there, not eaten up by Jerald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, and I finally remembered how to do marquees from looking at earlier posts. Now why didn't I think of that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now on to my main point. Lets do some math. This is the 5th (do correct me if I'm wrong) time I'm going out for a LAN trip! Yay this is so exciting! Except that the previous time it was really messed up with people wanting to play CS and all that. I sincerely hope it won't happen this time, and more importantly get to play other sections. LANning in my opinion is for fun, but also for section bonding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Speaking about bonding, batch pracs are a great way to bring a batch together, through numerous arguments on what song to play, and in our case Investiture planning. Sadly, I find that almost all the time my Jerald isn't beside me laughing his head off (positive connotation). Why? RD work. And I do not question the demand of RD work; I understand that the sec 1s require attention as much as we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But this isn't about RD... it's about PSLs. One fine recess I went to the raja block foyer, and guess what? Surprise surprise, Jerald was enlisted. Jerald! Don't become a PSL! Of course it's very selfish of me, but don't forget: it's a LOT of pracs you're going to miss. And when Prometheum is in MAY, every prac counts. Not to mention the countless PSGMs (omg I actually remembered that), which if you remember in our year were held on Wednesdays (omg I actually remembered that), which causes even more conflict with band times. I won't stop you, just do the right thing. Anyway I think I'll fail in my conquest to kick you off from learning German, just like Brian did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next is the 6-for-$100 courses held by the carbon monoxide instructor. As pollutive as it was, it was very informative. Quote Jerald, "it was better than TKWO because they spoke Jap meaning that I didn't understand them half the time". Seriously speaking though, we were very fortunate to have a 1-on-2 lesson. Awkward, but it was GREATLY beneficial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We got to learn the basic strokings, harmonic melodic natural minors (or rather, that was what Jerald learnt: I knew that already), Lonian Dorian Phrygian Lydian Mixolydian (which were the group names for band camp when I was P6), and 4 mallet holding. The instructor was like, reluctant on teaching 4 mallets to us at first, when he said that we both gave each other that "Oh how could he?" stare. Then Jerald requested that later, thanks Jerald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can't wait for Timpani course later. Jerald: "At least now we have some teaching materials!" Me: "Should've done note taking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I guess that's all I have to say. Countdown posts aren't usually so packed with words or informative. And yes I did say I'd touch on emotacular stuff today, but I'm feeling happy as it is a Friday, and will thus leave it to next time. So till then, tchuss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-48181677015827107?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/48181677015827107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/48181677015827107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/8.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;8&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-159734333304561092</id><published>2007-08-23T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T22:07:07.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'> 9 </title><content type='html'>6 little ducks went out to play, fat ones (hmm), skinny ones, short (hehehe) ones too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I mentioned that we were the most close-knit section, and I think there's no doubt about that. Everything just works out when we enjoy playing with one another...Why did we get one stick for each person, not a pair? Besides the cost factor, it's significant because.. &lt;strong&gt;we ar- we were (argh!), and you are, a section&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"RIMB PERCS 2006 FOREVER. May the future generations preserve the prestige and reputation of the percussion section."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It reminds me of the sectionals we had.It reminds me of the jokes we laughed about.It reminds me of the ego of you seniors.It reminds me of all the performances we had.It reminds me of lanning.how well we bonded.how well we played.how well we try to learn.how well our attendance is :)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-159734333304561092?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/159734333304561092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/159734333304561092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/9.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt; 9 &lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3085325755548248241</id><published>2007-08-22T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:30:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jerald! I'm doing even this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lets weigh this year's Investiture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Getting a bigger coat: +0.01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Knowing who gets what position: +0.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Being mostly unprepared for Invest pieces: -1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Leadership power: -10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Section Dinner: +100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sec 1s entering: +1000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sec 4s leaving: -10000 (FOUR zeroes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun leaving: -100000 (FIVE zeroes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What's the total? Approximately the last two figures added up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It won't change much even if you log&lt;sub&gt;10&lt;/sub&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know, I know, the above looks like a stock market. I wish it was so: I'd invest (pun intended?) my money in the 6th item from the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next episode, we'll reveal the true meaning of emocracy. But for now, tchao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;EDIT: Forgot the marquee. Or rather, forgot how to do the marquee. No comp studies this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3085325755548248241?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3085325755548248241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3085325755548248241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-2157926912731231190</id><published>2007-08-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:04:18.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When Brian suggested creating a section blog, I was thinking, oh great! A place to write all things perc, all the quotes. Not a place for me to emo, that never crossed my mind. Investiture date isn't even confirmed (as of my knowledge), yet Jerald and I are emoing left right centre. I'm refraining myself and trying really hard to save everything I have to say until Investiture comes near (you know, the x,(x-1),(x-2)... countdowns).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Most of the) stuff that happened today. Point form for the win! (NDP = Nat Day Celebrations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Keeping time during parade: NOT easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think "Ichwan" sounds like "Yuchen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nice, old quote from Lucas: "Eins, Zwei... Four"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Crash Cymbals. Thanks Brian!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How To Fold a Flag: Lesson #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Us wondering how many hours left till our performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NDP... final performance with Sec 4s. *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;!Why did we play Gershwin! for NDP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-2157926912731231190?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2157926912731231190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2157926912731231190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-brian-suggested-creating-section.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-1067244552937548909</id><published>2007-07-13T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:05:07.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One's For Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. Where should I start? Ah yes, after Con Brio!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So that day my piano teacher was testing me on aural. So she was playing this jazz song, and she said: "You know Gershwin is a famous composer of jazz songs?" And she continued rattling on about wanting to make me play more jazz songs, while I just stood there and gaped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tuesday, waited outside band room. No extra band prac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wednesday, went to band room. Told by Kinchun that prac was cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thursday, went to band room. Again, it was closed. Until Matthew (I think) opened it. Thanks Matthew!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday, went for practice. Full day batch prac. Sighs. It was pretty much a disorganized group of people waiting for a disaster to happen. I thought the scene would've been much more peaceful without the noisemakers Lucas and Samuel (ok sorry sammy, you aren't noisy, just saying that your absence was missed). Wrong was I. Rampant vulgarities and all that nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And it is about this time that I also remember Brian the Great. For allowing us Sec 2s to have batch prac in the band room. Not because of the air-con, but because of the instruments. That move was probably targetted at me, since there's no option of moving 4 brand-new timpani out of the band room for a couple of hours of batch prac (and they Sec 4s needed it anyways). Did I take it for granted? Honestly speaking, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But not this year. Ain't going to plead/beg Kinchun for the band room. Instead, we'll move the glock out and take it as a makeshift superhigh-pitched timpani. Or just go for more extra pracs and practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Looking back, I have absolutely no idea why I didn't find time to go for extra band prac. Not a single extra prac. Was I too lazy? Or perhaps that sense of commitment only came about when I became a senior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm. This warrants reflection. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mirror anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-1067244552937548909?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1067244552937548909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1067244552937548909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-ones-for-ya.html' title='This One&apos;s For Ya'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-1659134007491544933</id><published>2007-07-07T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T00:04:26.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Con Brio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eee&lt;/span&gt; such an unoriginal name. I wonder who came up with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dhruv&lt;/span&gt;: "I can't wait for Saturday. Because then it'll be over..." Of course I wanted to smash him up when he said that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But anyway it's concert day. And what better way to start it off than to come for band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prac&lt;/span&gt; late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jump to &lt;s&gt;rehersal&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rehearsal. That stage was small! Note to self: bring a pack list, and use it to pack everything to fit in the stage. Besides the humiliation (right in front of sec 1s) and the multitude of scoldings, we got a laugh during WWYW rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ben: "Welcome to No Brainer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mr Oura: "No wonder whistle so lousy. I don't blame you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I wonder why we didn't practice Small World. I wouldn't have screwed it up due to memory... lapses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dinner quickly passed. Jerald you still owe me $1.20-50c! I fitted into my undersized coat, and we headed out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Premature entrance? We were stoning there for like 3 minutes, while watching the audience come in. It was super tense! When I saw seniors like Paul and Aaron I was like, omg... not that I didn't expect them to come, but it was their hopes they had for us. And judging by what Mr Oura said earlier on, we're probably going to let them down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;We start Carmen off with a bang - Ferdian's snare drum timing was off. Eep. But anyway. Carmen. The song that the Sec 4s have been playing since Sec 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ben: "Next year we shouldn't play Carmen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jerald: "About time!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mononoke. The song that I don't remember playing before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mr Oura: "Who sung &lt;s&gt;Mononoke&lt;/s&gt; WWYW?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Some guy: "Snow White!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Snow Caps!!! =( If there was one thing that night I'd really wanted to hear us play Snow Caps well, and bowl over the audience, and to make Mr Oura happy. That clearly did not happen. We screwed up big time. I screwed up too. And at the end of it all I was really sad. I really hope there'll be a second chance to perform this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dunno who: "This author likes perc solos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ocean... dates all the way back to SYF '07. Seems so far back, doesn't it? Then we played it out really well. But it's a different story now. Perhaps we've lost the emoness of the song. Anyway during the June hols I went on a cruise... where around you was water, water and water. So like David I wanted to take a picture of a sunrise out in the ocean. On that fateful day it rained, we were forced to stay indoors. Anticlimatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Forgot who: "Lets create an ocean on the stage"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Interval was the peak of the night. Ventured out there, to be greeted by Zhuf, Jianwei and Brian. Awww... another reason why your seniors are so great. They're behind your back supporting you every step of the journey. Everyone recieved a flower and a pencil. Flimsy flowers =S but it's the thought that counts, as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Then after retiring back to the backstage, I realised that this was going to be my last concert with the sec 4s. In particular, Kinchun, since this is going to be the second time we're going to be separated. If things go well we'll get separated a third time (irony, irony). Anyways investiture is looming around the corner, and before we know it leadership will be in our hands. But back to the Sec 4s... as so many seniors have said, treasure them while you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Okay nothing much else happened in the other songs xD Me Kinchun and Jerald were gagging backstage with every crash Si Kai made. The Double Encore featured Small World, which I believe took the audience away. Even the audience started singing! So touching =) that probably was the main part of the night. What a wonderful ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "I got rhythm, I got rhythm..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Supper with Kenneth Jerald Daobo Matthew Eric. *yawn* hey people need to sleep you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-1659134007491544933?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1659134007491544933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1659134007491544933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/07/con-brio.html' title='Con Brio'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4243356167962363392</id><published>2007-07-06T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T23:54:44.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the beat</title><content type='html'>WELL DONE RIMB PERCUSSION 2007!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I have a few bones to pick (can't help it!) but I shan't write them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can definitely commend all of you for is that you guys are much more well-rounded. I don't really see certain people fixed to certain instruments anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very proud of all of you for the giant leaps of improvement on technique, musicality and to a smaller extent, showmanship. Also glad to see Kenneth and Ignatius so far ahead. Hope they're well-grounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I hope all of you enjoyed it. Enjoyed the music, enjoyed the playing, enjoyed one another's company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4243356167962363392?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4243356167962363392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4243356167962363392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/07/keeping-beat.html' title='Keeping the beat'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5469194868034348440</id><published>2007-06-29T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:36:26.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 + Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;VERSION 1.1 RELEASED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cliffhanger! 4 days should be enough to create some suspense. Oh wait I didn't end the previous post on a cliffhanging ending. Sad =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Not that I like bungee jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where were we? Oh yeah second night. Haha... more interesting than the first. We showered and all, and Dhruv went over to the sec 4 room to chat (and do their stuff).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mystikal: "...gershwin dance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay anyways we had an early night. 10pm, 11pm, not sure, no clock. Probably 11pm, because Eric and Si Kai weren't done with their books by the time I finished my diary writing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then it was lights out for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Somehow I just couldn't sleep. Whirring fan or noisy next door neighbours, I was kept awake in bed while Eric and Si Kai were blissssfully dozing off. I snuck into the corner of the lockers. CORNERS YIPPEE anyway they started playing music on their mp3s/ipods (not sure which). Ocean, Institution Anthem, Centuria... awww... so touching. &lt;s&gt;I fell asleep in the corner&lt;/s&gt; Alastair soon discovered it, and me do what mice do: scurry back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dhruv: "I came back at around 1am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Day 3, by far, was the worst of the four. We went back to Putrajayyh to prepare for the big event. We started off with a super screwed up rehearsal, which I do not bother elaborating on. I believe it is more useful if I come up with a glossary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Layman's Terms - Actual Name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Suite - Unlucky Freezer (yes I am triskaidekaphobic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stage - Bush Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Corridor - Runway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Escalator - Doesn't Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;They had 5 hours to kill. I was killed by 5 hours. Where's Ben? There. In that corner. Foetaling. Literally died at the end of it all. I'm not used to being deep-frozen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On stage it was wayyy better. Lights were on, you could feel the heat! We played our songs one by one, demonstrating to everyone what we could do. I felt that it was quite screwed, but surprisingly many people around me said that it was quite an impressive performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Backed out of the timpani after our finish of Gershwin, remembered to NOT drop the crash cymbals, before heading off stage. Thrilled and excited, we headed to supper. Supper? No sleep? Okay no more "thrilled" or "excited". That is, until I met my weakness... TEA!!! Sugary tea, with milk, just the way I like it. Tea, tea. Yum.... fresh scent, armoatic, a beautiful cup of dolce tea. Floated out of the cityscape of Putrajayyh into SMSS. When we arrived at SMSS, I seemed like the only one who is conscious, in fact quite energetic, thanks to Tea. Sleep at 2am. Wake SMSS up while doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Day 4: 40 sleepyheads on the coach. 1 fell down, and then there were 39~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Finale of the Finale. What I enjoyed about the Finale (of the Finale) was that we were made more dignified. Dhruv mentioned that we were being "left out" because all the booklets they gave us were in Melayu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(It was so bad, we needed Jerald to translate for us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#dddddd;"&gt;Well at least we got appreciated. It was nice to recieve the goodie bags, but more importantly to talk with those from other schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"only the abdul razak guys were friendly" --Jerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;More or less a complete agreement of the above statement. They were very... nice! Even voluntarily took the satays for us to eat. Very very nice of them. Okay I've ran out of words :P go ask Si Kai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Back to Singapore, back to reality. Sigh. The reality of having to pack up (not that many items to pack actually), hugging our marimba (in-tune!), and on a personal level, impacted by a devestating hit... but that's a different story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nothings complete without quotes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TL^2: "I will jaga your barang barang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Coffee coffee coffee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LJW: "Let me enlighten (?) you with my speech..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "Ichwan = I want"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "You (Jerald) in your home country very happy issit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Mr Oura showing his body to the whole Putrajayyh xD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Bryan's Deadly Camera*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "Toilet no toilet paper... culture shock"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "Shower room no door... culture shock"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Coffee + Tea + Water = Milk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Clearly this journey of a lifetime was much of a bonding experience. Getting to know your batchmates better was certainly a plus point of this trip. Unfortunately unlike most people I didn't take advantage of the golden chance I had. Looking back (literally) I see everyone behind, chatting, playing cards: all of them, bonding and having a great time in the coach. Me? Look at the scenery, sleep, all while contemplating what to write in my diary and going through all the quotes said thus far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The grouping of the dorms was quite an eye-opener too. Noticed how some people tend to stick together. (And how efficient the splitting of dorms went: sec 3s spent a whole lot of time dividing rooms xD). Of course the leftover group is the "main thing": Si Kai (or wassit Dhruv?) said that he opted out of his batch group. Kinda surprised that Eric was chosen to come to the leftovers as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From there we branch out to the seating during the Finale Finale (Day 4). Forming pairs, I obviously had no choice but to pick Si Kai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Random Guy: "Pick Han Sheng"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me: "You crazy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well I guess that wraps up my say on our trip to Malaysia. It was certainly fun, and was a great experience. (classic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;v1.1 additions: I'd like to thank the following people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) Everyone who kind-heartedly willingly helped to lug the percussion instruments around everywhere we went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) Kinchun, for helping to tune the timpani for me for Gershwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Ichwan, for taking time off to come help us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) Instrument providers, who gave us such great instruments to play with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) Coach drivers for accompanying us for four days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6) Coaches for such comfy rides around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7) SMSS for their hospitality, food and beds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8) James and Ferdian for supporting us even as they are in foreign lands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9) Dunno who, for all the mineral water bottles you gave us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10) Si Kai for covering his feet at night so I won't be spooked out by his three toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;11) Eric for his pencil case, without which this blog entry would not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12) Dhruv for.... being Dhruv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;13) TKC for housing us for an hour or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;14) Jerald for his fun and laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5469194868034348440?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5469194868034348440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5469194868034348440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-3-day-4.html' title='Day 3 + Day 4'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7986624728661810070</id><published>2007-06-25T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:23:42.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 + Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You didn't expect me to make one big huge post about our trip did you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay fine maybe you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway I'm back in one piece, and it's time to take time off to post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.30am:&lt;/strong&gt; hustle, bustle, pack, prepare, stone at atrium for an hour before departing to Malaysia. Forgot to take pen from band room (oh shoot still haven't claimed it back yet!). Jerald Si Kai left sticks in wonderland. Didn't bring diary. Writing in broken English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yong Peng:&lt;/strong&gt; People eat small food. I eat no food, only milo. Saw Ichwan eating chicken rice, deducing he has a big appetite. Bryan bought fries. Fries-assault ensues. No fries left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TKC:&lt;/strong&gt; Transit. Exchanged with 11 other percs. Ichwan sat out. Talking about RGSSB members. Jerald gets vocal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TKC girl: "How do you find them (RGSSB)?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Us: "Okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me: "How do you find them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Them: "Okay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "...some of us keep in touch with them (RGS percs)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me: *AHEM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMSS arrival: &lt;/strong&gt;Whee new home. We split into dorms, and unpack. Was left with the leftover group (too bad, no rightover group). Felt happy that I was not stuck with hansheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to have tea. Was stumped by the hospitality of the girls at SMSS. Ate little food. Was stumped by how "tea" was the anagram of "ate". For some weird reason felt something missing. Something was supposed to be there, but wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Band prac followed. We were supposed to sit out, no perc instruments. The truck came later, carrying a 4-octave horrendously flat (out of tune) marimba, a couple of a couple of timpani, and a bass drum. Had 3 people playing on one marimba. Saw Jerald with his makeshift drumset. Disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinnertime @ 8pm.&lt;/strong&gt; Sat with Bryan and Ryan, and had a musical dinner with Bryan's glass-rubbing. A trend was created! Kinteresting. Supper was at 10pm, which was laksa. Dhruv complains, and doesn't eat much. I didn't eat much either. All meals since we've arrived were spicy. Me no like spicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time for bed.&lt;/strong&gt; But before bed comes shower. Toilets at top level were marked with "Singapore Raffles Institution". Those toilets had no water. Meh. Went downstairs to shower. 5 cubicles, yay! Went into one, closed the door. No door. Went back out, astonished. Had to shower in toilet cubicle with small bucket. Preserved dignity. (I remembered Malaysian Montage: as we went through one toll gate, there was this advert: "Say no to p*rn, press Alt+F4". Well sadly, not applicable this time round.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Turned lights off at 11pm. Only 4 people (Me Dhruv Sikai Eric) in our room, very spacious. Noisy chattery batchmates next door talking non-stop. Couldn't sleep till they shut up. Relating to chem, we call them "irritants".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.50am: &lt;/strong&gt;wakey wakey. Heard that David (sec 3) didn't get any sleep. Hah. First unspicy meal! *release confetti*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workshop:&lt;/strong&gt; I thought we were the ones attending the workshop. And while we weren't of much standard, it was nice to see how Mr Oura teaches. He's funny, isn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Meanwhile, me was happy. Vibes + Marimba-in-tune!!! If we're going to use that for the actual performance we'll do well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malls: &lt;/strong&gt;Berjaya Times Square + KLCC. I believe we did way better in KLCC. There was no aircon, but I believe the pressure of the thousands of people gathering outside was enough to make us play well. An estimated quarter of them were wielding a dangerous weapon... &lt;em&gt;the camera. &lt;/em&gt;*shudders* Very hectic, busy, lots of carrying, shifting, arranging. But we enjoyed it all in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Time ad lib: &lt;/strong&gt;Whoo~ I mean, omg. 4 people wandering about in a mall. Can't get any more boring, can it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways we merged with the sec 2s in Burger King. They arrived there first, but spent so much time counting money that we all returned with our food before them. You could see them with their sheet of paper chock full of grandfather workings... lol. Inefficient. On the other hand, my whole group was commenting on my decision not to take fries and the amount of money saved by doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And thus our troupe browsed through Kinokuniya (spelling -.-) and a VCD shop. *yawn* going up the Petronas towers would probably have been more fun. In the bookshop I picked up two books from the comic section: "Micrographica" and "I Want To Be Small" (ask Dhruv). Now if only I had enough money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me: "Hey look up there... it's the roof! It's you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dhruv: "Hey look up there... I see nothing, it must be you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Return...: &lt;/strong&gt;...back to SMSS for a good sleep, only to get rounded up by TL^2, got a good scolding, and a card game ban. Doesn't affect me though. Wonder what pissed her off so much though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Supper... still felt that there was something missing, just couldn't identify it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ryan: "Scrambled Eggs = Brains"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;For the whole day, no spicy food was served. Yay ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7986624728661810070?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7986624728661810070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7986624728661810070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-1-day-2.html' title='Day 1 + Day 2'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-303522069281970020</id><published>2007-06-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:49:11.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benni snores alot at night, it turns out that he's really having us on with his foetal position, which by the way is taken to another level from 1.14am onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Benni, son of Ni (courtesy of brain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Benni is in a very complicated relationship with hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;btw, benni er its "who can speak HUN" you didn't watch night at the museum!?!?!?!?!? *if your com had a face it'd be sticking a tongue out at you, like, right now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE QUOTES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Oura [Hun]: Afo Ero obae kld o we;klr ??? 2? 3 ?f? fA?e ?? c?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Oura [Hun]: Lfo pvpoer bpp lc pwer pboro sd ?!2 ? D? ??? c ??&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Oura [Hun]: pr boapelr kj ooo blajspeor lad se fa se ?!?@ ??&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Oura [Hun]: &lt;s&gt;benni sozz cuutesSs w0rHxXx&lt;/s&gt; dsfapewr bpvpsoer bovfpe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-303522069281970020?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/303522069281970020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/303522069281970020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/06/dear-diary-benni-snores-alot-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-2773998754105244540</id><published>2007-06-20T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:55:47.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; last band prac before trip! So many more things to do, so little less time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quotes for the hungrier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Theme of the day: Jeraldian Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Ben is a b****"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Who's playing the timpani... oh it's you xD" (TMMITFM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "Who can understand Han language?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TL^2: "...otherwise we're gonna taupok you" (quoted by request of Jerald)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Ben's trying to be elusive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "Dang failed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "My scandal is so out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm. I don't usually make such short posts. So I shall add in this paragraph to lengthen it. Will there be computers in M'sia? I wanna blog! (And I hate diaries)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-2773998754105244540?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2773998754105244540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2773998754105244540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/06/1.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;1?&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-2609138365134047774</id><published>2007-06-18T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:48:02.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2nd last band prac before trip! So many things to do, so little time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So today we had early concert (emergency concert as I call it). We started off with Ocean. The last time we played it was Open House (bleh). Sad to say, it sounded pretty bad. The only improvement we made is that (insert name of alumini) did a pretty good job with the bass drum: for once I actually notice it. Other than that it sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald's triangles today were kinda out of time (granted he's a first timer), but it still lacked the essence that Ferdian brought out. Gong was kinda screwed, with (name of alumini) whacking it so hard xD Last but not least claves! So important... I missed those times where James did his expressive crescendoes and decrescendoes. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Hehe, I miss Ferdian and James. Not that they were the best players, but they did a nice job with their parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's not that (alumini) and Jerald played less well than the scholars. It's just that it was played soooo differently today. And I don't like different. Some parts, when the triangle/gong wasn't playing, when there was supposed to be a bow-on-glock part: it sounded empty; there was something missing. Something that we are used to having, now taken away from us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I probably don't have the right to say all these, because I didn't take any extra part (triangle, claves etc.). In fact I was the only one who had to play &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; than for SYF, because of the loss of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-tVxkmtx_h8/RnZ-hqbHd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgQcCrCtDTM/s1600-h/P4100218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077384746695620434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-tVxkmtx_h8/RnZ-hqbHd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgQcCrCtDTM/s320/P4100218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*observes 1 min of silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ocean is the "emo song" (at least the emo-est of the lot). How can we play it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-2609138365134047774?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2609138365134047774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2609138365134047774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/06/2nd-last-band-prac-before-trip-so-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_-tVxkmtx_h8/RnZ-hqbHd1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgQcCrCtDTM/s72-c/P4100218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4065246102675793562</id><published>2007-06-07T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:19:56.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quotes for the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: "First things first..."&lt;br /&gt;Winston: "First things are obviously first what..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: *vulgarities*&lt;br /&gt;Matthew: "Oops, sorry ma'am (TL^2)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhruv: "It pays not to know paradiddles"&lt;br /&gt;*Kinchun scolds Si Kai and Dhruv*&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "It pays to know paradiddles"&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sure Wentao will agree with me on that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhruv: "Stop playing my score!"&lt;br /&gt;*Ben closes score and plays xD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignatius: "Horizontal Saucer"&lt;br /&gt;(No prizes for guessing which instrument he's referring to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinchun: "Don't quote me"&lt;br /&gt;(How classic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinchun = Daddy Long Fingers&lt;br /&gt;Dhruv = Daddy Long Legs&lt;br /&gt;Ferdian = ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Oura: "You play like a goldfish"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4065246102675793562?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4065246102675793562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4065246102675793562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/06/quotes-for-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7122700072424390929</id><published>2007-05-31T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:47:39.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO</title><content type='html'>Whee. Haven't posted here in ages. Expect the obligatory words of wisdom now and then here for our dear percussionists, in lieu of my new post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What drove me to post, I don't know. I just wonder how we're all getting along in life? It has been a while and I am missing alot of things. RIMB, you guys, my sec 4 class, even, well, my teachers! It's strange really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When us sec 4s tell you all to treasure your time, we really really mean it. We mean it more than you can ever imagine. And I know you all are capable of alot of imagination. VALUE YOUR TIME IN RI! AN RIMB! And breed true manly love for each other. Keep the fire burning and be true men of substance! SIGH :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7122700072424390929?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7122700072424390929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7122700072424390929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello.html' title='HELLO'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4176286808143849044</id><published>2007-05-30T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:54:53.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Mallesians!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;omg quotes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: ""snow caps" is THE cool!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;EDIT: it's 3 exclamation marks not one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dhruv: "What is "stupid" in german?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "Schtupid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Eric making "RIMB" in the &lt;s&gt;bean drum&lt;/s&gt; ocean drum! We need a picture of that! [HINT HINT NUDGE NUDGE]*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "Maria help you hold lift door"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*points to Johnson*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "He looks like Maria. Go help them count."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Mr Oura counts in Maria-style while we stare at Dhruv xD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "Lucas, help him (Si Kai)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Seriously though, nothing difficult about that triangle part. I have absolutely no idea how he made it into perc section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dhruv not being able to mute the last notes of the song. Sometimes you have to let out your laughter~ (but not during concert eep)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Benni i want to have your brain" (hmm pun?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Are you British?" (in Brit accent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "Isn't Kinchun British?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Kinchun shakes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Ahoy mates!... oh wait, that's Australian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Free Lunch: 0 out of 3 Ah Puis attended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kenneth: "later the whole percussion no more food left"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm... I dunno why people hate it so much when I mug their (mallet) scores. So a certain someone tries futilely to seek revenge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Certain Person: "Where is your score?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*walks past it, picks it up and tries to play it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*doesn't sound correct to him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*drops score and goes to store room while I laugh away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "Kay good, time to mug his score"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "Bye Jerald!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Myst&lt;/s&gt; Matthew: "He dao-ed me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*short while later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Matthew: "Bye Ben!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "Bye!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "Remove the chairs and tables!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dhruv: "No, there'll be a conference later"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun wants me to replace my marimba fff perc soli with the snare drum one! But the marimba one is important too! Solution: play both at same time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4176286808143849044?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4176286808143849044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4176286808143849044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/05/calling-all-mallesians.html' title='Calling All Mallesians!!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4973929182320042976</id><published>2007-05-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T22:15:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While a really really big map is loading...</title><content type='html'>(Not so) Alternate strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpDot0vTmOI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpDot0vTmOI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite QTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFdPjni3KU0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PFdPjni3KU0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4973929182320042976?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4973929182320042976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4973929182320042976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/05/while-really-really-big-map-is-loading.html' title='While a really really big map is loading...'/><author><name>wentaogod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446133754463047949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd3zwLvm4aM/SNEEpRlgouI/AAAAAAAAABg/qw2upjoG4Wk/S220/p06.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5041655925442647984</id><published>2007-05-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:57:55.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While waiting for dota to load...</title><content type='html'>Qn: What's the difference between a drumpad and a mousepad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Hm. Good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xh1aJJgZLx8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xh1aJJgZLx8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: and more of the same randomness. this time with paradiddles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJlirGBwsWs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lJlirGBwsWs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5041655925442647984?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5041655925442647984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5041655925442647984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/05/while-waiting-for-dota-to-load.html' title='While waiting for dota to load...'/><author><name>wentaogod</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15446133754463047949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Dd3zwLvm4aM/SNEEpRlgouI/AAAAAAAAABg/qw2upjoG4Wk/S220/p06.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4018412816489926058</id><published>2007-05-25T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:53:46.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic Final Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's theme is "Dhruv and Jerald: Their Dark Side".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanted to dump all of today's quotes here, but a lot of it was forgotten due to excessive mugging of my mar-imba part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*me plays strokes badly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Ben is lipids, so he has a stroke"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*me showers everyone =P*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dhruv: "Why do I see a snail?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some guy: "度如腑"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wentao: "Wait till you catch up with my speed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun to Matthew: "Ben said he wanted me to chase you out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "What does TD stand for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Tambourine Drum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "It's toms lah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*flips to introduction page: TD = tenor drum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald pokes me (as usual), Dhruv rarely pokes me (but now he does), and all my years with Kinchun I've never remembered a poke from him... till today :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can't imagine Ferdian poking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I believe Jerald got up to #10 for his list. Forgot everything within it, waiting for someone to do it. *&lt;em&gt;hint hint nudge nudge&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Ferdian, Kinchun covering ears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "Lets observe 3 mins of silence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun, later: "I can hear which air-con is the loudest... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*points to Jerald* ...that one's the loudest!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Champion of instrument playing while sitting on floor contest: Jerald on mallets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;List of instruments we really need to replace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) Bass Drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) Snare Drums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) &lt;s&gt;Timpani&lt;/s&gt; Marimba Mallets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;List of instruments that would be nice to get replacement (I'm tempted to close this section with "everything else", but I'll restrict myself):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) Vibraphone Motor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) Toms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) Bongas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) Some mallets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) Many, maaany more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If only we could...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4018412816489926058?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4018412816489926058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4018412816489926058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/05/fantastic-final-friday.html' title='Fantastic Final Friday!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5807546133362424473</id><published>2007-05-16T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T17:00:16.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo Wacky Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dhruv + Kinchun = 2 out of don't-know-how-many percs there are that came early. I was surprised when I marched in so late, only to realise that two other sectionmates are here xD David Wang came O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Concert. Quote time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Se...ven~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later, Mr Oura: "One - Two - Three - Four - Fi...ve"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "One - Two - threeeeeeeeee *Spastically imitates that maestro guy (copyrighted Jerry) - Four"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "That's why there are less ang mos in SSO~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura: "Wintercap (Snowcap)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "My parents are not in Singapore (issit?)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some guy: "Ask Brain to sign"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;David: "Sec 4s must stay back to take Sec 1s..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Dhruv counts himself out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Time Machine! I'm a Sec 1, Jerald's a P6 (looking at his height, he sure is) and James is a university grad o.O lookie at his specs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*David Wang makes his grand entrance*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dhruv (?): "A mirage!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;David: "I came because I have nothing to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "Now, QTS with your left hand..."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Oops."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "Where's Dhruv?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Ben points to piano"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "Oops."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*James and Dhruv stoning infront of mallets while playing that symphonic book*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gershwin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerry: "Gershlose"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ben: "歌寻"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;David or TL^2: "G6PD..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Glucose-6..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Matthew: "OKAY I DON'T NEED THE BIO HERE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Till next time, t'chao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, and guess who Kinlong's brother is? Kinshort! No offence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5807546133362424473?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5807546133362424473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5807546133362424473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/05/woohoo-wacky-wednesday.html' title='Woohoo Wacky Wednesday!'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-2926377727560390374</id><published>2007-05-08T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T21:15:23.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEXT UP ON PERC SPOTLIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing says emo like a brick wall, a pose and an angle. (picture: lucas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2juVdd-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Ug2NE9i1Y2I/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062176337269979106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2juVdd-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Ug2NE9i1Y2I/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a response from the student population to our incessant pulse-blasting afternoons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2j-VdeAI/AAAAAAAAACc/gU3sS-u3-LQ/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062176341564946434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2j-VdeAI/AAAAAAAAACc/gU3sS-u3-LQ/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh romeo, romeo. i luVxXx eUuUuuUu w0rHxXxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2j-VdeBI/AAAAAAAAACk/wgxuq6tUUgk/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062176341564946450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2j-VdeBI/AAAAAAAAACk/wgxuq6tUUgk/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the paradiddles strike back, this time with style spas and a little rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2kOVdeCI/AAAAAAAAACs/0plamaTI9IQ/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062176345859913762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2kOVdeCI/AAAAAAAAACs/0plamaTI9IQ/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; our guest model: a person from the matrix dimension: Brian Anderson (talk to the hand)&lt;br /&gt;(picture: lucas)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062176337269979122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2juVdd_I/AAAAAAAAACU/zPPFYRfxBlQ/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, tune in next time to PERC spotlight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-2926377727560390374?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2926377727560390374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2926377727560390374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/05/next-up-on-perc-spotlight-nothing-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YmnNweXBI8A/RkB2juVdd-I/AAAAAAAAACM/Ug2NE9i1Y2I/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7244767548812439269</id><published>2007-05-03T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T20:10:23.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jerald was being very pokey yesterday xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;RJ percs! Haven't really sat in for a chat for quite some time. Old nostalgic memories.... Jerald: "scandalous". I've no idea what's going on, but I don't think it's very good... lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yuchen you said you'd come for extra prac on Thursday! Why didn't you. Promise breaker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can't think of anything else to post, so here goes a quote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Brian: "Hi Jerald, son of Han". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;=) =) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7244767548812439269?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7244767548812439269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7244767548812439269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/05/jerald-was-being-very-pokey-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6482117659776768725</id><published>2007-04-27T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T23:17:54.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>:O BEN PLAGIARISED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--Ben's Reply: Oops bad habit. You should go look at my RE report one day. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6482117659776768725?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6482117659776768725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6482117659776768725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='&gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7987530141113590851</id><published>2007-04-27T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:32:10.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost count.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, this is the most active RIMB section blog =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Q: What happens to Brian's clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Answer will be revealed later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Arrrgh Yuchen's not coming. Lets cut him. No lets ignite his fats. Ewww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Timpani! As a wise sage once said to me: the three important things needed to master the timpani are practice, practice and practice. Monday is an off-day, meaning more time to practice. But Tuesday is labour day! Will the band room be open on Tuesday? Or Monday? What about tommorow? Someone please open... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SYF's over, but this year is far from it. We can make it to the end together: there's still the Malaysia trip and the July Concert to prove our mettle. This year is going to be hectic. Whee~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A: They get brainwashed! *chuckles and laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7987530141113590851?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7987530141113590851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7987530141113590851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-lost-count.html' title='I lost count.'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6935728481323170212</id><published>2007-04-17T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:30:42.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Someone didn't do 0 *ahem ahem* =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Frankly speaking, I am relieved that we got our Gold. It didn't come easy. Looking back, we changed choice piece TWICE (and very late too), didn't work hard much and almost got pulled out of SYF. The Gold reflects a little miracle. We've exceeded Mr Oura's expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;However, after getting that Gold, I'm sure everyone has a tinge of disappointment. The failure to obtain the Honours. Not like it was going to be easy anyway. All bands have performed; 3 got GwH. Given our effort and time invested, we'd probably thank the judges for being biased, should we get the GwH. But as Brian has said, the history of that of RI (and RIMB), is to do your best, aim for GwH, I mean, Top Band. Rizal said we could do it. And yes, we really could have. That minor error there, this thing that shouldn't have been done... yes we should be disappointed for not obtaining GwH, but be grateful for getting the Gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Screw the medals. For those of us who played our hearts out, dedicating the music to Mr Oura (or some other person), will be the ones who will be feeling satisfied, knowing they've achieved their goal. Those who've done a lot, I am very sure it has paid off well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*hold on, need to reply to Jerald who's calling me a leewser xD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well... I believe the performance I put up was the best ever &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ignoring the crash cymbal dropout)&lt;/span&gt;. For some reason. Maybe it's due to the pressure of SYF. Maybe the bow complemented the glock really well. And I loved it. Every single moment of it. I was, during the rest periods of 12-17 sunrise and 119+ ocean, enjoying our stage time. Feeling the pride of playing, not playing a solo, but playing as a band, producing good music... together. We united in the 10+ minutes we had. That was an awesome feeling. Why don't I remember feeling like that in Prometheum last year? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(too busy contemplating on how to tackle Fossiles?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay, Ben &amp; Jerry free cone dayyh and SYF may be over this year, but we'll have many more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6935728481323170212?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6935728481323170212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6935728481323170212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/1_17.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;-1&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-2497644180054648900</id><published>2007-04-15T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T16:05:07.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our tradition of excellence</title><content type='html'>It must be very pressurising, knowing that RIMB has a tally of sixteen consecutive SYF Gold awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tradition of excellence that &lt;i&gt;all of you must believe&lt;/i&gt; you are continuing. Strive for anything less, and you'll stumble. Whether or not the band gets the Honours, all of you must give your best. Aim for the best. If you don't think you'll get the Honours, then you won't. Don't let it be a pleasant, added surprise if you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it must be confusing with all these different and seemingly contradictory messages from different people about what you should really do, whether to enjoy your music, to aim to beat the other bands or what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that, first and foremost, a band should always be making good music. Once you've achieved that, you will know that you deserve the Honours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to sound a little abstract &gt;&lt;. I have no doubts at all that all of you will play well tomorrow! All of you sounded very good together the last time I heard. &lt;i&gt; Remember that you're giving a performance, not competing.&lt;/i&gt; Play with pride, not nervousness. Always tell yourselves that you've practised for months; you won't screw up. You won't screw up. Look confident, sound confident. Be confident. You're a performer. You're performing to entertain the judges and audience. You're performing because all of you have put in so much time and effort, and you don't want to let any of your bandmates down. You're performing to show Mr Oura that the band cares about making music. You're performing to tell us, your seniors, that you've built on everything we taught you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of your performance, give yourself a little smile (like what Mr Oura does sometimes at the end of a piece), because you've played well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do us proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-2497644180054648900?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2497644180054648900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/2497644180054648900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-tradition-of-excellence.html' title='Our tradition of excellence'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5846804603164072138</id><published>2007-04-15T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T11:02:02.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;100,000s of litres of tears, sweat and blood shed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;10,000s of scoldings, remarks, and lessons learnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;1,000s of hours spent worrying about this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;100s of hard, hard practices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;10+ minutes: the time taken to play both pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;1 SYF. It all comes down to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But whether we clinch the pivotal GwH or not, we don't care. For it is not our main priority. As Aaron has once said to me: it's not about the medal. It's about enjoying your stage time. Because we enjoy making music, because we want to pass this joy on to the audience. To show the time and effort we have put in. Like RGS, our goal is to be happy with what we have played, not to aim for the Gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5846804603164072138?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5846804603164072138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5846804603164072138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;h2&gt;1&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3905058264683139020</id><published>2007-04-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:08:51.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>less than 48 hours away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ben and i it's our only SYF with RIMB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's about time i got over the nerves, and start focusing on what i should really do, what we should really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore YOUTH FESTIVAL. it's a festival, it's our festival. it's not a blood-sucking, muscle-tearing, limb-shredding competition. It's a celebration! a celebration of music! so we are gonna enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3905058264683139020?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3905058264683139020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3905058264683139020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/2.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-7333675708215602873</id><published>2007-04-13T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T23:48:25.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quote time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Ok on to more serious stuff... The band got "lectured" by Rizal, an old boy, a percussionist from the batch of 88. He had come in the morning and watched us all the way to when we fell out. He started off with saying how he had been disagreeable to the band changing its name from "Military Band" to something else. But after examining today's band prac, he thinks that we are not fit to carry that name. The name of the band which has won 15 consecutive SYF golds. Then he went on to talk about our lack of discipline and our lousy playing. Jonathan thinks we're at Gold standard but Rizal said we're still at Silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was really quite a blow to hear him say that his section, percussion, played terribly. I guess he formed his first impression from sectionals, which he observed quietly. We were, of course, not very serious, as usual... Concert with Mervyn conducting was not very good at all. Perhaps he noticed my playing of the timpani, which was initially off-tune... He was, after all, right behind me when I was playing. Perhaps he noticed Faizin's disastrous crashing for Vogelhandler. Perhaps he just noticed the general attitude of the percussionists. And the other sections. We're not very serious at all. Which is bad in a way, I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't think he has a very good impression of us, watching only one practice. I mean, would anyone in the band actually think the clarinetists are a well-disciplined bunch? But even though he might not have an accurate impression, I have to say Rizal is mostly right. We are not fit to carry the name "Raffles Institution Military Band" if we don't uphold the standards. We aren't focused enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obviously, I myself am (is that gramatically correct?) not that committed to the band, but... we have to buck up..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;--quoted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://maeglin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://maeglin.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, as requested by the writer for me to do so =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He strikes again today, coming in the late morning and not departing till prac ended. I'm quite touched by how he's still visiting us even though he graduated like almost 20 years ago. Of course we were expecting trouble from him. Our standard has considerably dropped since '05 and '06, and for the first time Mr Oura is expecting a silver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But no. Rizal actually had a few praises for us. He said that we had potential to obtain the GwH, or at least the Gold. He just said that we lacked focus, which is seriously imparing the whole band. As Mr Oura said, we lack discipline, and because of that, we have no hope. Devestating but true. Such discipline includes fidgetting during band, and not having the right posture. Small little things make a big difference. Hmm doesn't that sound familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Extended prac today. First half we struck with full force (well, everyone was present). I guess we were lacking the spirit to play, such that by the time we reached Sunrise (later half of prac), we got a hell of a time with Mr Oura. Second half was better though, way better. By the end of prac, I was feeling happy. A feeling I've haven't felt for the past &lt;em&gt;months&lt;/em&gt; of pracs. At least Yuchen stayed for some time before going home in the afternoon, along with James and Ferdian. It's pretty sad to see only me, Kinchun, Jerald and Si Kai left standing at the end of the day though. To Dhruv, Ferdian, Yuchen and James... hopefully you can justify why your afternoon activity was more important than the second last prac before SYF, your &lt;em&gt;only SYF.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We should, we must, we can, we will. Haven't heard anyone mention this, but hopefully we can keep our band motto in vision during these 40+ hours left. Rizal said we had the potential, and I believe we do have it, if we only try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If we only try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-7333675708215602873?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7333675708215602873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/7333675708215602873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/3.html' title='&lt;marquee scrolldelay=2 scrollamount=10&gt;3&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3756985440180485401</id><published>2007-04-12T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:54:02.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>marquee skills +0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last few days left. we don't have much time left and i think we all know how we are doing. the important thing is to stare at mr oura all the time. like what he said stare until he can become apu neh neh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sikai, stop spasticating with the susp and look at him pls. and stop saying i know all the time, it gets irritating. u still should get ur peaking right, and don't forget what mr oura says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have juz moved from fear to kanchiongness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3756985440180485401?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3756985440180485401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3756985440180485401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/4.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8419792085098996736</id><published>2007-04-11T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T19:51:49.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marquee skills +4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We definitely have improved after today's intensive concert. Finally it's a concert that's actually intensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Too bad Ah Pui x2 missed concert. Okay Jamie came in halfway through donning a red shirt (defecting, by any chance?), but our Ah Pui #2 is absent for an anonymous reason. Dear Ah Pui #2, we aren't going to force you to come for band; we'll just tell you that you have missed a good opportunity to polish your skills, and you were the only sec 2 that was not present today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Miracles. They occur with a stroke of luck. Eg. Ben getting into RI was a Miracle. But Miracles can also occur with skill. Not just plain old skill, but lots of skill, refined and polished up over time. Thats one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind. Every little effort by each and everyone will produce a great result, only known as the Miracle. We CAN do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So what if the current standing is 1 GwH and 7 GoldNoHonours out of 63? So what if Mr Oura said that we should be aiming for Silver? We can do better, wayyyy better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If only we try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8419792085098996736?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8419792085098996736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8419792085098996736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/5.html' title='&lt;marquee behavior=alternate direction=right scrolldelay=100 scrollamount=300&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8894815367415305989</id><published>2007-04-10T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:31:06.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'> 6 </title><content type='html'>ok we all know this syf's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since we are already mentally insane, our job's halfdone. let's just channel the insanity from our brain to our limbs which will then translate into insanity in music which will in turn result in perfectly coordinated sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comprende? comprendo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from tmr onwards it's gonna be hardcore rehearsal, let's do everyone proud. we only have that one chance, make good use of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8894815367415305989?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8894815367415305989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8894815367415305989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/6.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt; 6 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-1941779620137055108</id><published>2007-04-09T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:10:38.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marquee skills +1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Quote David Lee: "It is now exactly one week before our SYF, correct to the day, hour, minute, second." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And it sure is. 4 more concert pracs to touchup... (excluding SYF day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another quote, or rather a fact: that two GWH bands got silver this year. Even if it is going to be a trend, we shall be the exception. Hope I scream on SYF day. And the next day. And the day after. Scream for us getting Gold, then GWH, then Presentation, then top band! Lots of you will be like, you're nuts, but anything is possible. We have a whole week left. Anything can happen. Oh and by the way pardon me for the bad pun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Arrgh I need to know how loud my chimes are! Everyone keeps saying ocean is too "noisy", but too soft and no one can hear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But lets cool down. Stress leads to illness and unwanted pressure ontopof schoolwork. Like how Mr Oura tells me to "relag" while playing Fossiles. The only person who should not be relaxing is Yuchen *ahen ahen sffz hint*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I shall close this post before the telepathic freak starts chasing me with a bowgun, shouting at me to submit my post. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-1941779620137055108?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1941779620137055108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1941779620137055108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/7.html' title='&lt;marquee behavior=alternate bgcolor=&quot;#FF7777&quot; scrollamount=10&gt;7&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6847150178251728062</id><published>2007-04-08T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:16:24.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>rawr 8 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sleepless, i'm already feeling nervous!!! AHHHHHHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes the bowgun and shoots ben XD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 sectional left to clean up every little detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 concerts/rehearsals left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADD OIL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6847150178251728062?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6847150178251728062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6847150178251728062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/8.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5883826610448646384</id><published>2007-04-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:26:02.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why do I always get the odd numbers -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quote some guy: RIMB percs are gonna make an ocean during SYF, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah the above quote sounds silly, but well, lets do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're gonna play with such wrath and power. kinchun's cymbal is going to spoil the timpani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And Yuchen will damage the bass drum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's what we'll do. The might and power of RIMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Three squared more days. It's never too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never too late to realise that you are following an identical paragraphing style as that of Jerald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ROCK ON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5883826610448646384?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5883826610448646384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5883826610448646384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/9.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;#FF0000&quot;&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;9&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-4154298393653154090</id><published>2007-04-06T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:00:53.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>10 more days and the stage is ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's own it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first let's work on all the crescendos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's clean up every speck of dust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's eat up some sodium chloride to taste the sea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's flood the SCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go RIMB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ben u're doing 9 juz like investiture XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-4154298393653154090?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4154298393653154090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/4154298393653154090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/10.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5452261915004761399</id><published>2007-04-01T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:43:04.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A message I sent in reply to other messages from my RJCSB batch which I thought applied to all of you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a shame how contrived that concept of an "ownage" concert is. I'm sure that after four years under Mr Oura's guidance all of us know perfectly well that, as a band, music always comes first. Our objective is to entertain with our music. Sure, the gimmicks and "creative ideas" add to the degree of fun and entertainment, but ultimately it is our music that must determine how successful our band is. Which is why it is encouraging that most of us know SYF should be our main priority, and that practice is the only way we can play well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the competition. It is very much agreed upon that competition can only push players to strive for better results, but as musicians who are we competing against? While each band (and each musician) can and should learn from one another, should our aim be to "own" all the other JC bands? Such an ostentatious approach to making music -- surely it's not what we seek?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we are not in this band to beat all the other bands, win cash prizes or gain fame and reputation, but because we love making music and wish to perfect our music so as to provide entertainment of the highest quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, practise for that SYF Gold with Honours and aim for the top -- not for the bragging rights, but to prove that we're good musicians and have entertained.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5452261915004761399?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5452261915004761399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5452261915004761399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/04/message-i-sent-in-reply-to-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-6243945686904923869</id><published>2007-03-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:14:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF Rehersal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have the urge to blog! I'll sleep after this, finished mugging most of Physics, can study for the unmugged tommorow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Being on the lorry with Jiawei and Kinchun was... stone. Me stone, they two talk. Random guy: *psssst so antisocial*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me: Okayyy... can't hear nor talk anyways. Too noisy. Oh and did I mention the free music on the lorry sponsered by our very own Windchimes? Yeah time to learn a lesson. Luckily it was not damaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Unload, check, push, shove, carry, stumble, assemble, &lt;s&gt;aim and fire&lt;/s&gt; play. There was A LOT of echo in the hall. I hope everything won't sound blurred out by the echo. The bass was very much amplified (hey we only had 3 tubas), and if I am not wrong the glock and chimes were quite "shining" (whats that word... grrrr). Then there was this big big red digital 24-hr clock up in the hall and I was like staring at it half the time lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Evacuate, push, shove, carry, stumble, check, load. James is in the lorry! The lorry will tip over! So evil. Wonder who said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And a new record: TWO wheels off the bass drum! I'm stupified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmmms... so the other day I was chatting with Si Kai about the seven deadly sins (wow so random). A lightbulb popped up in my head, and I began thinking about who in our section commits such sins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust:&lt;/strong&gt; Jerald. 'Nuff said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/strong&gt; It was originally a tie between Yuchen and James, but the judges decided to save the best for later, so Gluttony goes to Yuchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed:&lt;/strong&gt; It's tough to find a candidate for this. So my definition of greed would be trying out something wayyyy further than your capabilities are (eg. Sec 2s yearning to learn the double stroke). I guess we all were "greedy" at some point. So there you go =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth:&lt;/strong&gt; James. Magic number 22 is the record for one concert's duration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath:&lt;/strong&gt; Kinchun! My back still stings~ ouchie T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy:&lt;/strong&gt; If I had to choose which sin I commite the most then it'll have to be this. Ben lookie at other people and am jealous of how they do so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride:&lt;/strong&gt; From RIMB, it's clear-cut that Jiawei nabs this award. But if we limit it to our section... I'd say Wentao. Yeah he's in J1, but it's obvious that he has lots of pride in his paradiddles ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lastly should we clean up the link list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;OHOH ALMOST FORGOT QUOTES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "Take (bus) 410 how many stops?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lucas: "Which stop you want to go to?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dhruv: "Which is more important, the Sun or the Moon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Answer can be found with him. Please forgive him for his lack of logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Poor Kinchun has to take a cab home! Awww... so rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jerald: "D (Kirk)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me, my fellow mouse friends, and microscopic fonts on the perc instrument checklist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "Inefficient use of space."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Augh amnesia. Forgot the rest of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-6243945686904923869?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6243945686904923869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/6243945686904923869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/03/syf-rehersal.html' title='SYF Rehersal'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5393619722549724634</id><published>2007-03-20T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T19:10:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>neeeehh, group 6 rocked harder =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway someone hinted ahem... so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJIMB EXCHANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move-rehearse-screwed-lunch-play-back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGLICAN HIGH BAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move-tune-watch-play-watch-play-back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that was vivid enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i was sick 75% of the time at the exchanges so yea... sorry. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5393619722549724634?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5393619722549724634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5393619722549724634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/03/neeeehh-group-6-rocked-harder-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-8819145436453453225</id><published>2007-03-19T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:21:59.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew wants an update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...and an update he'll get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wheee band camp was fun! Especially with Group 7 (rox!) Me-James-SiKai-Kinchun, perc owns =D With Leonard, Glenn and 2 other sec ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Warning: following text contains many fast forwards.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Points of improvement: No drinks but mineral water (Milo for breakfast was a relief). Also no sec 4s telling how they felt about the band. I've learnt that I am not fit to be a leader. Hey being a leader is tiring and mentally stressful you know... oh well band camp is supposed to be fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Group soccer? Goals 5 Losses 2. Oh wait reverse that. Our team was weak! No morale to play at all. Yay for night games and jokes! First and foremost I'd be thanking Matthew for giving us one clue for the cheer. No fast runners for the ball chase game... Second and soremost we caught a big stash of gold leaves on the floor, everywhere. Ask Si Kai! Everyone was picking them up. Third and thornmost Jerald found the tennis ball before me, made me lose a lot of face... somehow relatable to the guess-the-price-of-triangle-clip game played like 2 years ago lol. The answer is so obvious, yet I overlook it. Fourth and... foremost? Anyway as for Kinchun's game station, it's comedy to see James and some sec 1 pit against Andy and Alastair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kinchun: "What section is James in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sec 1: "TUBA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I lost to Russell in scissors paper stone! Now you can imagine how defeated I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gold Leaves: 198&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Clues: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The watching of sunrise was nice, I don't always focus on listening birds. Too bad it was not well planned: the sun didn't appear even after 7.40. As for Phantom of the Opera, it was a nice ending to band camp, but gave me nightmares for one week after. And &lt;s&gt;chaliender&lt;/s&gt; chandelierphobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Skip the exchanges. I'll let someone else *hint hint* talk about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So rehersal is on Sunday. Only 75 minutes. And lots of preperation. Making an instrument list shall not be easy. Lets just bring the whole band room over, shall we? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S. im gonna kill whoever's playing the drumset, along with his bandmates. sikai/yuchen please tell me who those lazy peeps are. and yeah we'd better get paid for our carrying job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S.2 happy bday yu chun! lol so insultive. But don't celebrate yet; must work harder! Oh and don't fool around during sectionals, or you'll get it on Tuesdays. Reciprocal =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S.3 we need to teach our sec 1s more interesting things. Downstrokes and rebounds don't seem too appealing to them... are they lurking around here? *glances*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P.S.4 is it even out yet? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-8819145436453453225?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8819145436453453225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/8819145436453453225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/03/matthew-wants-update.html' title='Matthew wants an update...'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3280237710202684532</id><published>2007-03-11T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T11:24:27.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tempo XVIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finally, a short period of breaktime to blog about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I screwed it up! Everyone seemed to be performing well, especially on Saturday.... except for me. I feel so guilty for ruining everything! I shan't list the details here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Too bad we did not get to watch RJC perform their pieces. I really badly wanted to see my seniors play. Hopefully I'll get the chance to do so next A Tempo. And the PAC was nice, except that I believe they could have used more air-con. I was sweating profusely in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*yawn* band camp coming up *sighhh* no time for homework, no time for play T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3280237710202684532?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3280237710202684532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3280237710202684532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/03/tempo-xviii.html' title='A Tempo XVIII'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-1926018526384611249</id><published>2007-02-23T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:13:36.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101st post.</title><content type='html'>GOOD DAY MATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay we got a tutor, i don't think many of you know him. he's called Mr. Takehiro Oura who has first discovered his love for music when he played the triangle in primary school. He then moved on to Tenri High.... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lar, he's not our tutor only for today, cuz we need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we did everything until allegro (36) and i think sikai learnt alot today. At least he learnt the purpose of the susp cymbal and correct some errors. Timing is still his biggest problem though, got Mr Oura quite worked up lol cuz he came in too early for his crescendo. At least he changed, i hope he doesn't forget -_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OUR DEAR YU CHEN or as mr oura would say AH PUI.&lt;br /&gt;mr oura has cut yuchen's claves part cuz of PONNING *makes gay noises with mouth*. PON SOMEMORE, AND EVEN YOUR BASS DRUM PART WILL GO TO JAMES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please lor, its not cute any more when you look at us and try to escape with that smile. from now it's cutting and more cutting :) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocean box --&gt; ocean drums!!! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"UNCLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" - Mr. Oura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-1926018526384611249?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1926018526384611249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/1926018526384611249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/02/101st-post.html' title='101st post.'/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-5893384969758773391</id><published>2007-02-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:21:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post~ *yawn*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Foot Concept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Foot = Rest? Footrest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Helped more than half of you by holding open the band room door while we were entering for concert. Only Dhruv made the effort to say a small "thank you". Where has basic courtesy gone to? *yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I'd always wonder why it is Yuchen and Sikai that sit down first, and immediately, after Mr Oura greets us during concert. 1 minute --&gt; 4 minutes *yawn*, I'm sure slow and steady wins the race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NO TUTOR?!?!? *yawn* This sucks sooo bad. How unfair, why can't we get one when we really need it. Oh well, at least the $600 (issit?) can be spent on something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-5893384969758773391?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5893384969758773391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/5893384969758773391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/02/100th-post-yawn.html' title='100th post~ *yawn*'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-718714148670323557</id><published>2007-02-12T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:48:13.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>*angsts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets all jump down! Whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-718714148670323557?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/718714148670323557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/718714148670323557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/02/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Togo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3224650591677057323</id><published>2007-01-31T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:02:18.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change in choice piece</title><content type='html'>It is our fault. Yuchen's screw up of solo, Ferdian's offbeat, Sikai's late starting, my wrong notes, Benjamin's slowing down, Dhruv's early starting. It's our section's fault. Even though Mr Oura might not say it, so as not to disgrace us, it is OUR fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3224650591677057323?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3224650591677057323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3224650591677057323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/01/change-in-choice-piece.html' title='Change in choice piece'/><author><name>Togo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-902023708079681247</id><published>2007-01-30T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:52:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zvdifo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"So... you have 3rd lang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ya, but I feel like quitting..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Good, after you quit you can come for Tuesday and Thursday extra pracs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Oh then I shall not quit..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't care whether you are joking or not. It clearly shows the amount of passion you have (or rather, the lack of it) for band. You know you are way behind "best", and not even close to the bare minimum standard. Yet you still show no desire in improving, in striving to even budge or to crawl one step closer to the goal miles away. Where's the battle when there are no troops? And I have little more to thank you for other than your &lt;s&gt;amount of&lt;/s&gt; lack of determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10 hours per week isn't a lot, especially for you. Do you give up just because it seems like you cannot make it? In that case then what's the point of coming? CCA points? Fear of losing face? It's total nonsense. Attendance isn't the only factor now (and you're losing out even in that aspect). So you told me you've practiced a bit at home. Whether that was a lie or not, I can't be bothered to go on to debate about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At the end of the day I know that you won't be reading this. Even if you do I bet it won't get into your walnut head. But just take in this: no point coming if you have nothing to do. You're wasting my time, your time, and our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Why is blogger forcing us to use a gmail account &gt;.&lt; me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-902023708079681247?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/902023708079681247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/902023708079681247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/01/zvdifo.html' title='zvdifo'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-3021618528802812937</id><published>2007-01-27T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:27:01.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who do you answer to?</title><content type='html'>You answer to your seniors. Those drums you held. They were carried by bandsmen at least 18 years ago. They toiled, sweat, bled, teared for glory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, you don't even know any of them. So, closer to our time, you answer to us. The newly-graduated, fresh-from-school seniors. Those of us who played The Merry Widow and Der Vogelhandler for our Central Judging Gold and Gold with Honours. Most of us had a hand in passing on to you the techniques and knowledge required to be a percussionist. We stand separate from you now, independent of the band but never disassociated from it. And we will always be watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answer to this band. Whether you have been in it for one, two or three years, it does not matter. You are now part of its illustrious history, its 43 years of excellence. Have you read the essay titled &lt;i&gt;Competition Day&lt;/i&gt;? It describes precisely the feelings felt by both performers and supporters when the band succeeds. You will know in three months time when you hear the announcer saying 'Raffles Institution - Gold with Honours'. We can, just as we always could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answer to your conductor. Mr Oura has directed this band for 16 years. He has seen batch after batch, faces after faces pass. His wealth of experience is, obviously, unparalleled by any of you. When we were recruits, he was like this wondrous, magnificent man that all of us held in awe. Strangely enough, we met him very rarely (except in music lessons), and only heard stories about him. Once we entered the main band, we learnt much more about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His praise is rare, but when you get it, it keeps your mood up for quite a while. On the other hand, when he points out your mistakes, you feel as if you've just committed a deadly crime. The best moments, those that are quoted so much it's almost a cliche, are when he smiles or nods at you during a performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has seen the band change and grow through these years. He has, undeniably, seen its standards dropping. Does he ever blame himself? Does he ever get frustrated thinking about why the band is so lousy? One can only guess. But this man has put in so much for the band and taught every single one of us so much. We must do him proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, you answer to yourself. Do you put in effort? Do you practise? Do you go the extra step to improve yourself? Do you ask when unsure? Whatever the announcer says at the end of the day, who is to blame, or who does the credit go to? Will you be lamenting over that wrong note or will you be proud to have perfected your part? Will you let yourself down? We should always answer to ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-3021618528802812937?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3021618528802812937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/3021618528802812937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-do-you-answer-to.html' title='Who do you answer to?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-340093838400949556</id><published>2007-01-26T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:17:03.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfft.</title><content type='html'>Lazy. Defensive. Rebellious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of going on? Time wasting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be much easier if everything was just assigned to Ferdian instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-commited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-340093838400949556?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/340093838400949556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/340093838400949556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/01/pfft.html' title='Pfft.'/><author><name>Togo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-116809300757968239</id><published>2007-01-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T10:34:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raffles Trail '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sec 1s raffles trail today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fat ones skinny ones just like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the one~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... the whole thing at the Rajaratnam block. Good because the band room is usually missed (remember last year only 1-2 classes visited us in the band room =[). Bad because we need to carry the instruments AND THE HEAVY HEAVY GLOCK *cry*. Lol I feel guilty for depriving RJC percs from the instruments (luckily we never decided to steal the snare drum, Jerald regretted it later, but... poor Jian Wei + Zhufeng! lol)&lt;br /&gt;Back to raja block. So when the cute little kiddies started streaming in at ~2pm, we realised we had no lunch. So we went for lunch in two clusters, our cluster taking about twice as long as the other one. Shan't elaborate too much about what happened when one cluster was having lunch and the other cluster performing together with poor guys like Jerald whom never get lunch till five in the afternoon. Playing: 1/10? Probably less. *cry cry* Not saying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So then Matthew wanted us to play some perc solos (kinchun why didn't you come?). Then during free time (5pm+), Mr Oura distributed some new books for all the sections!!! Mallets, timpani, snare drum... (kinchun why didn't you come?). Then came the waves of parents. Up to now I still wonder why didn't I hide in the project room. Then there was this tough parent. As some guy was explaining the history of RIMB, the parent cut him short and said that he doesn't care about the history at all. Rude!&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is that we got badly owned by RICO. They had wayyyy more people than us. While our pathetic ensemble... comprised mostly of sec 3s, and even so around only half the batch went for trail. Poor David (Lee), lost his voice and looking all tired, together with Winston and Steven...&lt;br /&gt;Arrrgh Mr Jee still remembers me! Don't really dare to talk to him, but he approached me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish we didn't have to show off. I'm shy! Matthew and Jerald are like, constantly pressing me to go out and JAM WITH THE TOMS!!! Lol how I hate showing off. Perc's about showing off, but it's really scary and pressurizing with two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots more to say, but I think I'll end for now. Numb hands, numb legs, and an OBS in 2 more days. Time to get some gooooood snooze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;EDIT: Thank you Jerry for reminding me: RINSPIRE DID NOT WRITE AN ARTICLE ABOUT PROMETHEUM. Screw them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-116809300757968239?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116809300757968239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116809300757968239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/01/raffles-trail-07.html' title='Raffles Trail &apos;07'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-116791400943416488</id><published>2007-01-04T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:33:55.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-brian gave birth to a leprechaun called foki monoka putoloki (my pm)&lt;br /&gt;-jerald married the leprechaun called foki monoka putoloki (his pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HIS SON-IN-LAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-116791400943416488?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116791400943416488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116791400943416488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2007/01/brian-gave-birth-to-leprechaun-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Laughinlabrador</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06512319963804949917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-116748763201949519</id><published>2006-12-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:10:21.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jian Wei &lt;del&gt;finally&lt;/del&gt; speaks like a true SL on &lt;a href="http://xtrapolation.blogspot.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt;! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 30th post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-116748763201949519?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116748763201949519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116748763201949519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2006/12/jian-wei-finally-speaks-like-true-sl.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18404032534440831539</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-116723135711551955</id><published>2006-12-27T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:55:57.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First and foremost, blogging about the last prac of the month. AKA last prac of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mr Oura ain't letting us play night songs for SYF. So now we are left with Sunrise Carmen. Which will probably mean that the sec 1s will be relieved of their duty of playing the set piece. Only 3 people needed to play it, nothing much to worry about actually... except for &lt;em&gt;ad lib&lt;/em&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Carmen.... GO YUCHEN!!! lol. He'll probably get stage fright or something. Just today he went catching butterflies and turned up 5/10 minutes late. Or was he helping an old lady cross the road? Forgot which.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We need new flutists, as said by Mr Oura. Well at least we won't be targeted at. We're already small enough. 5 of us.... and the scholars. Speaking about them, somehow I have that feeling that they (not including Dhruv) won't be performing in their one and only major concert of their RI career. Carmen should be jugglable with the 5 of us. As long as no one gets a major bout of screwup. Somehow what Kinchun said was right: Ferdian and David have lost a whole lot of concert experience. Going back to hometown, 1/3 of SYF practice down the drain, literally. Dhruv can always make up for lost time at home, easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Commercial break! *strays away from band stuff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm back! What do I have to say... well I can't believe it... that's the very last band prac of me being a sec 2! (Jerald too) Eeek... the prospect of turning into a senior is scary. One look at me and you know I will never be able to command any respect. I mean you just look at the sec 1s chit chattering away during concert in front of Mr Oura and Matthew. Shutting them up THREE times does not work. Neither does giving them that "What are you doing?" stare work. Either their past life was spent being a cockroach, or my commanding skills = 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BRIAN CAME TODAY!!! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next year. New year, new challenges, new juniors, new songs, same old trouble. Sheesh. If Ferdian/David can take care of Yuchen and Sikai... HAHAHAHAA. I'd wish. And Jerald will be busy taking the freshmen half the time. Which leaves me to take the sec 1s since Kinchun will exercise his evil mind. Cry cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Commercial Break: Free tip: NEVER eat tuna for breakfast. Today's experience was horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome back... and now I shall present to you... The letter meme! Tag if you want me to give you a letter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I got P from Brian. Ten things I like/hate that start with the letter P:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PERC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!! OMGOMGOMG. Thank Brian for giving me a "P"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Pants&lt;/strong&gt;! Gosh time sure flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Pinky&lt;/strong&gt; and the Brain :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Peace&lt;/strong&gt;. Always the best thing. No wars, no loud loud noises (what contrast to Jerald.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;Pasteries&lt;/strong&gt;.... pie is yummy. Chicken puff, curry puff... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;Poke&lt;/strong&gt;. That's on my HATE list. Grrrrr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;Posture&lt;/strong&gt;. Sorry Brian and Kinchun... my feet like to close up, and spinal hunchback :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8) 3&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt; '07!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;Procastination&lt;/strong&gt; :( It's so tempting to procastinate my chinese book report =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRESENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! What right timing~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And that's all I have for you this evening. Have &lt;s&gt;a Merry Christmas and &lt;/s&gt;a Happy New Year! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tsk tsk psssst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-116723135711551955?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116723135711551955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116723135711551955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-and-foremost-blogging-about-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31500448.post-116677357248928420</id><published>2006-12-22T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:46:12.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmmm lemme do a recap of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Set piece distributed, very "Singaporean", "Singapore Sunrise, Night Safari"? Probably taking things too far~ And Kinchun loves scaring us, so he proved to us that there is a semi-long perc solo. Full Day Sectionals. So We Practice The Set Piece. Well not "we". Yuchen was still (lagging behind) at Carmen. Sikai is trying out his marimba part, and always falls out of timing. Wow my snare drum part suuure is tough! Horrible rhythm to play with. And OMG Jerald is taking the toms *gasp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wednesday was our only performance for the entire holidays. With only 5-6 hrs of practice with our new set piece, we had to perform in front of a live audience. And I assure you, it's scary knowing how much you can screw up. Luckily Winston saved us by asking us to play only till the &lt;em&gt;ad lib&lt;/em&gt; portion. No need to play Safari :), or to improvise. Oh, and now Kinchun traded his part for mine, so now I get the bass drum. The only motive was to continue Kinchun's streak of not playing da tambourine for a performance. :( Why, why did I switch parts with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TODAY! First concert with Mr Oura in a long while. It would probably be the boringest one too, if not for the wacky and comical Mr Oura o.O And he screwed up the trumpets nicely, together with Sikai. *gasp* Sikai is soooo out of timing. If he was trying his best to follow "big brother #2" and Mr Oura, it wouldn't be a problem. Apparently he (Sikai) was very much exhausted and out of energy. So he pretty much screwed up our section, and Safari. Not to mention the sec 1s' incessant talking. Throughout concert. Wonder why Sikai cannot get the timing right... &lt;em&gt;and I still wonder why I swapped parts with Kinchun :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So the tambourine seemed broken, the bass drum wheel came off, and a whole lot of fun playing &lt;em&gt;ad lib&lt;/em&gt;. Did Mr Oura mention about playing &lt;em&gt;either&lt;/em&gt; Sunrise &lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;Safari? If we played ONLY Sunrise then we won't have to worry anymore~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmmm.... I shall leave Mr Oura's wacky jokes to be told by some other perc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31500448-116677357248928420?l=rimbperculiars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116677357248928420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31500448/posts/default/116677357248928420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimbperculiars.blogspot.com/2006/12/hi-hmmm-lemme-do-recap-of-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13911250209933670723</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
