Hello band! It has been quite some time since the blog is updated.
Anyway, just a few reminders once again.
Take note that the bandstore will not be open
on this upcoming monday so there will be no sectionals.
And the second thing is, it is a school holiday on this upcoming
tuesday and so, there will not be any band practice.
BUT, all of you are required to score study and do self-practice at home.
Like what Yilin say, don't just leave your instruments
in one corner and allow it to collect dust.
Since you have already bring it home, please make full use of it and practice!
30mins a day would be better than nothing. (:
And to end off today's post, I would like to share with you this story.
Although it's a bit lengthy, I hope that everybody will read this story and really think about it.

A Droplet And A Ripple.


It was there, clinging on to the edge of the leaf and was about to fall, fall into the little puddle of water below… The Droplet.

Yes, the droplet was ready to give up and surrender its existence to the little puddle below but something made it cling on, a little longer; perhaps a desire to stay that fraction of a second more in the company of the green leaf, the same green leaf that held it, nurtured it and was now ready to offer it to the little society of droplets underneath.

What was it? Just a droplet! Where did I come from? No one knows. Perhaps a fog, a dew, an overnight drizzle perhaps from nowhere but it was now here. It existed and existed with a distinct identity, an identity that was now to be submerged into the flow of millions - to be lost.

Reluctantly, the droplet left the shelter of the leaf. All the time it went down, it pointed towards its once safe, soft and sure shelter. And then with a little 'whimp' it dropped into the puddle.

Don't know what strength the droplet had in its heart or what amount of agony or what purpose it set itself to make it so heavy.

As it fell, it created a huge ripple all around it. Yes, it was the sign of revolution. It said that it was here to make changes, to transform the society of droplets into the way it learnt intuitively from the soul of the world, to live with a distinct identity.

But, something else happened. The ripple it sent around gradually died out and with time, silently the pool of droplets engulfed it. And its existence was lost.

But yes, the water in the puddle never remained the same again because the droplet fell, the ripple was created, the mud was churned, and the color of the society of droplets changed forever.

We may be a droplet in the ocean of people but it requires only one, to churn what lies within us, to change the course of destiny.


This story is dedicated especially to the sec1s.
If you find that you're losing confidence in yourself
with regards to your playing, do hang on!
One have to struggle and break through before he/she can succeed.
Always remind yourself to continue trying. Remind yourself of this story.
Even a droplet made an effort to hang on, so can you!
 
Zoey.

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