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band was incredibly shiok and tiring today! it really made me feel really good. we went through very intensive training today and -phew!- it was pure torture for all of us. the whole band was getting push ups everytime. i think in total we did about 80-100 male push-ups. oh goshh. excos were the most severely punished and next, the ncos. we did marching and they really killed us then. anyone out of timing ; turn wrong side etc, the whole band will get it. trust mee, we were rather frightened. so at the end of the band practice, they didn't punish the band and ncos (double) 'cause they felt that we went through much more during the practice. they also commented that everyone was so shag-faced and dead looking throughout the later part of the practice - formations! the 'torture' was worse than syf training. now when i think back on the syf and all the sweat we've given to training for it, i don't regret it. it is just that self-accomplishment leaves you feeling really 'full' in your self-esteem(?) that you feel so good about it after all the horrible training that you wanna go for it again. it is just that sense of unity in the section and band. truthfully, i kinda missed it. you get it from nowhere else. i remember the runs at the mrt tracks, seven-ten rounds without stopping. 450m each, the cheering before meals, all the running, all the sweat, all the pain, all the casualties, all the marching, all the cheering during physical training, all the fun we've had laughing at each other, all the honour we felt when our school watched us do our entire syf performance in the field. all these, are such precious memories. our friendships made in the section/band are rather strong because of all these. in my section, no one's sexist and everybody drinks from the same bottle (if they've finished theirs). this is just so, so true.

this is what a good team is supposed to be like.

`pride, honour, discipline

-the percussion motto-

`excerpt

-ashlee simpson.shadow-

living in the shadow of someone else's dream

trying to find a hand to hold but every touch felt cold to me

living in a nightmare, a never-ending sleep

but now that I am wide awake, then I can finally see

don't feel sorry for me