Apparently...

Dumb? Maybe. Spastic? I guess so. Felt made use of? Yeah sure. Definitely.

...Today has been one hilarious day.

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I realised I forgot to include this huge significant part of my Sec 1 band life in the 'review'. Lol! Oh yes. After every band practice, we'd actually chiong down to the canteen. To do what? To eat cup noodles, bitch bout probably one band mate or so, or most probably boast about our achievement we had made during band (e.g reached a certain note or so) and then, here's the most spastic part...We'd actually gulp down our noodles to actually play "PAGEANT", a so-called game. It's dumb I must say. The last person to finish, would have to stack everyone's cup up and throw it away. And it'd be a LOT of cups in fact. Ah. Those happy spastic times. How fun. The times when the first stall in the canteen would still be open at 6 pm and actually sold cup noodles. Gosh. Can you believe we actually looked forward to that after every band practice, just to gather for fellowship over cup noodles? Deprived I must say. Please keep in mind, that we were Sec 1s. :)

Oh yes, and getting scolded by Felicia during fall-in. Goodness. We all hated her. Haha. Lol. We still do. Why? For making us wear that red shit during Balloon Hat Festival. Haha.

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Mrs Audrey Cullum

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
10:30 PM




Phantom of the Opera, was awesome! Great music, great set! Worth the money. Haha.

Friday the 13th pretty much conluded my secondary band life. I must say, it was actually a bittersweet ending. Bitter, you know what and my dearest awfully awesome juniors, made it close to perfectly sweet! Haha. Or more like, shuweet! Oh yes.

Should I actually do a write-up about my Secondary Band Life? Maybe I should. A short one.

I still clearly remember, as to how choosing a CCA actually made it such a impossible choice to make, between Drama, Percussion Band and Concert Band. Oh yes. A possible tough decision to make. It then came down to Percussion Band or Concert Band. And I remember, every single thing about how my band life started. With one of the seniors, saying "Join Band not PB, because we take part in SYF." I remember how Marcia and I had to smile together to determine the instrument I was going to play, and Sir analysing the structure of our teeth. I still clearly remember how Charlene cleared the horn saliva of Clarissa's when we came back to have self practice (when we were only Sec 1s). I remember how I gave the seniors problem by having them oblige to find an instrument for me to practice on, when I wasn't really a priority. I remember Jaclyn and Lydia teaching us every single thing about the trumpet. Oh yes, and definitely how afraid the seniors used to be of R.K. and how they'll usually tell us stories of her and that did not fail to make me beyond terrified. And dearest Secondary 1/5, having around 13 band members, then. Lol. Total coolness I believe.

I remember the time we joined the seniors, and getting lost in pieces such as Beauty and the Beast, Autumn Leaves, Welcome and not to forget Panther Fire. Soon enough, the Sec 4s left. With that, I got to know my seniors Justina, Ernestine, Delanie, Khai Theng and all much better. Practices got more interesting as one passed by. With that, it also concluded that SYF 2005 was drawing close. SYF Camp came and actually went past really quickly. And so did SYF. Yes, I didn't take part then but I clearly remember as to how Ernestine purposely played wrongly in front of RK so as to get herself out of SYF and get me in. She wasn't in her right state of mind. I know that. I remember how Sir, worried so much bout SYF. All he did, including, not shaving till we sounded up to his standard, and soon enough, not tolerating it and gave an excuse like "Bush Fire". Lol. Soon enough, another batch of seniors left. Just then, there was no more Justina to talk to, bout how her sharp tailbone would poke whoever's lap she sat on and how during practices, her ass hurt really badly, and no others, etc. I doubt most of them remember us anyway. Oh yes, this was the year dearest Cindy made her way into the senior band, and I was feeling good, somewhat, being a senior, of age difference only a year apart. Oh wells. She actually thought I was a geek at first.

Mr De took over Sir and that was a huge obstacle for the band to overcome. Much much things happened during this period. Different approach, different direction, different working environment. It was tough. Especially for the seniors. Hatred, definitely, however, impossible to comprehend. I just ignored. Still ignoring. Conflicts, for sure. I was then made SL. Then I got the bitter taste, as to how whenever the section did not know their work, I would be blamed for every possible mistake they made. It did get me a little pissed, moreover when I didn't understand much then. I was still dumb, not grown up a little bit at all. And soon, the seniors left. It was then, my life in band actually took a wild turn. I remember the announcement made to the band, right before Sounds of Music, the next batch of leaders. Hard to believe definitely. I thought it was impossible. I could not lead a band. I remember, Dee telling me it was alright and that I could do it. I remember telling Natalie that I couldnt possibly be the president, moreover the fact that I had to miss Monday practices because of Music Os. She said no, it was possible. They left. Seniors left. Our source of support then, went about missing. I hate to say this, but we were actually left hanging. Thrown into the deep end of the pool. Yeah they did train us a little, made me do fall in, here and there. Fall in the juniors and missed a little of my Music Os here and there. Yeah, I did dread falling in by myself. But, I began to enjoy it. Somehow. Anyways, we were lost birds. Sherri, Farah and I. Clueless about band stuff. Band issues, unsettled or whatsoever, we had no clue, no idea. We struggled, stressed when not needed. Haha. Oh wells.

Was that probably the best thing which happened to me in band? No. Definitely no because it made me stress. And half the time in class, I'd be thinking of nothing but band. Band, band, band. It was like a crazy obsession. But, I loved it. It is for sure, not the best thing. But it was closest to the best. Because, with that, I got to go for NCO, and met a bunch of great lovely asses. Haha. A bunch of people who managed to tolerate my rantings, and also share the same thoughts with me, a bunch who had a common goal and passion, and that love for band and music. With that, I also managed to go for OBS and the MOE Senior Leadership Camp, and facilitate 2/3. Yet another great bunch of people. That title, post, whatever, I suppose I had to better do a good job with it. It was fun being Drum Major, and yet pissifying and stressful. But if you realise, I do love challenges and stress. It also made me grow up, to think in another way.

So what exactly was the best part of band? Juniors. Fellow Bandits. The batch now, definitely. Through the years, juniors came in, and I thought at first, as batch by batch come in, the band would start to detoriate. Now, I think otherwise. And I hope otherwise as well. This batch of juniors, the ones who did not fail to surprise us as seniors, with that lovely farewell party. Seeing you all cry, actually made us feel important. And seeing you all grow up as well. Training you all from clueless to at least, knowing something and also us being aware that part of you, was what we were in the past. The whole party, as seen was one whole collective effort between the Sec 2s and 3s and with that, it pleases and touches my heart already that you all took the time to do something. Especially that powerpoint slide, and the food. The money you all had to part with. Wow. The efficiency surprises me. I have hope for the future and I am proud of you all. Do us proud and we'll be back, don't worry. We will always be proud of you all. It really touched my heart as to how your hard work paid off in Hawaii. And definitely how much faith you all had in us Seniors for SYF, as to how you all also shared our tears.

To all who played a huge part into making and moulding me throughout my band years, Seniors (whether you hold much hatred for me), Instructors, fellow Bandits, Juniors, NCO mates, thank you a whole lot. Be it that selfish fucking bitch you have made me into or that awesome senior and leader who some claim to be but I actually doubt so, you've made me grow in a whole million ways, and experience the best of what secondary school life can be. Thank You. I Love You!

And to all who I made pissed and irritated (at times, with me being unreasonable) while I led the band, sorry and thank you for understanding. :)

With that, my three to four years, of meeting awesome people, who had a common passion, goal, and love, I would love to finally conlude with this,

I LOVE SACCB! :D
It was a pleasure leading you all. Thank you for this unforgettable experience.

Mrs Audrey Cullum,
your previous drum major. :)

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
6:51 PM




Wow.

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
8:00 PM




Today was interesting. I realise my vocabulary is going down the drain, not to even mention it didn't even exist in the first place. Oh wells.

I think I should reply to the tags instead of flooding the tagboard because my name "Mrs Cullum" takes up too much space in the board already. Anyways, here goes.

Wanyi: That was what I was thinking but it isn't proper. Haha. A lot of people hasn't even started. Hmmm. I wonder why. Oh wells.

Maxine: Scandalous what shit. Lol. I decided to stay faithful to dearest Jamie. :) Oh and to your wonderful way of waking me up, it totally sucked. Lol.

Abi: Wow Abi. You can't give me a break from the OI calling. Thanks. Lol.

Amandie: AHH! Oh whatever. Whatever happened to GH?

Clarissa: Reed will be history soon. TSK! DTT is not history now. Ok most probably, because I know the exact name. Lol.

Bernice: Yeah yeah. I believe you. I just need to give you wine and you go high. :)

Lydia: I answered you in MSN already. Haha.

Eve: Haha. It's 2 days away. Less than 2 days in fact. AHHHHH! BIG BIG AHHHHHH!!! Lol. Shoo the silver cycle. Lol.

Sherri: Neither do I. But Mrs Tan is much better than Mdm Heng. I see some chance in me passing the cheena language now. Lol.

Mel: Haha. I try. Lol. It's the last year. After this year, GONE! Lol.

Joey: YA LA! TSK! Haha. You totally suck. Boo you.

Alright. That's long.

Coming back to the day, it was interesting. It being the last practice for the seniors today, we tried to make the best out of it. In my opinion, of how I performed today, I think it was rather horrible. To add on, I had no Cindy. Lol. I was alright at first. Not till we kept repeating and repeating and repeating. Audrey almost dieded. Haha.

We, being Eunice, Weelyn, Amanda, Sherri, Maxine, Joycelyn and I, went on to get whatever needed for the end of our secondary band life, our leaving. Alright. I shall not try to be emo here. Anyways, we went all around to Bugis and it was a rather impromtu thing to go to Swee Lee. And we saw a whole lot of different Bandits from different schools all around. Oh wells. It was then I realised Bras Basah is an interesting place to go to. All the arty farties. Lol. I finally had Starbucks after a loong time. Haha. How sweet, I totally forgot how to order. And we had a good time laughing over ridiculous stuff.

I have to include this very retarded conversation between us in Popular just now...

Me: Where's the foolscap?
Amanda: Oh. Its somewhere along here. You just walk straight...
*Eunice and Weelyn continues looking for the pen and Amanda joins in*
...*Note I'm still clueless and its rather silent because nobody is helping me*
*A few seconds later*
Amanda: There...*looking at the pens and points somewhere else*...the foolscap paper there.
Me: Er. Right.

And Eunice and Weelyn started laughing. Asking Amanda a question is just as good as asking...my mom a question because she never answers the question. Thanks for the effort anyway. Spastic. Lol.

It's very hard to believe. In just a few days time, we'll leave the band for good. What we've been working so hard for, will be over in just 20 minutes on stage. Be it tears of joy or sheer satisfaction, I hope it will truly be a good ending for us. Do yourselves proud. Do your juniors proud. Do the band proud.

By the way, I've decided to become faithful. Haha. :)

Mrs Audrey Cullum

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
9:16 PM




I am clearly, still suffering from post-Hawaii syndrome. Everyone from band is. We have to resort to writing notes to those who did not go to Hawaii, to express our depression out. That might not make much of a sense but the point is there.

Today was a horrible day (apart of the fact we have post-Hawaii syndrome). Miss Karen Kang made me feel very bad, because I clearly am one of those who have not woken up and yet apparently, she did not speak to me. Thing is, that even so, I don't really want to meet her because...I don't want to.

And so, I had a long talk with Mdm Sim. Or maybe not. Meeting rather. She was yakking non-stop about my work attitude and )(&*&%$^(&^)$^%#(*&_J:K":
":{:IUHI?>QPIET)*C*O%!*$r I have no idea what else because I was just nodding away, because this very meeting was outside the classroom where everyone just walked past and gave that "Wow-Audrey-you're-speaking-to-MDM-SIM!" face, and laughing sadistically. And I was trying my best to not laugh. Lol. Oh and during Bio, I was talking to Sonia about Hawaii, and she, being Sim, humiliated me by making me sit in front of the class where the bin is, facing the class. I look freaking spastic I must say. And she even stopped from me smiling to myself. T

hen next, the Chinese teacher, said she gave up hope on me. She said that it's either I always don't do my work or I am sleeping, which is true but, I could prevent that...if I had a better teacher who doesn't make up dumb stories about how so and so died (apparently, she knows a lot of people who has died) etc. and actually taught proper chinese, for example, vegetable teacher.

Lastly, I had to receive complains about our dearest Sec 1s. Apparently, they're making a hell lot of trouble and it seems I'm supposed to be responsible for them even though I'm away in Hawaii. Like, honestly, what the fuck. And please, we're not them, how'd we know when they'll make an attack into the PfA office. For goodness sake, worse still, short skirt. Are we supposed to make a 3G call all the way from Hawaii, and say "Please unroll your skirt. P**t*i, show me how long your skirt is now. No. It must be longer. Longer, I say." One more week, and we'll be free of such shit. Alleluia!

That's how bad my day was.

Oh yes, other than that, a million and one thanks to Sonia, my fellow dinosaur and Anne for taking down our homework and sorts. And Clarissa Klose-ALTMAN, Jennifer Job and Farah Peterson for the Nothing Book. Lol.

Signing Off,
Audrey :)

MRS AUDREY CULLUM
8:45 PM