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Sunday, May 01, 2005

I woke up yesterday morning and didn't felt like getting out of bed, so I lay there for quite some time. Inadvertently, Chang Cheng and Xing Kong floated into my head. The songs went through my mind and I could picture all the fingerings, the vibrato, the body language. I could picture myself sitting at my usual seat in the orchestra playing these two songs. I could picture Zheng lao shi conducting.

Then I thought of how I wouldn't step into the Artroom again, dumping my stuff onto the table. Chat and laugh with my section mates. I thought of how I would never walk into the drying yard again, and see the usual group of guys crowding around the drumset. Take the attendance file out of the drawer. Get my gaohu, music stand and file from the cupboard.

I was listening to Harp music yesterday on a CD. The sweet melodious music of "Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xing" came floating out of the radio. Immediately, an image was conjured up in my mind. It was during the December CO Camp last year. It was during our free time. Xin Yi and I walked back into the deserted Artroom, but heard music coming out from the drying yard. Curious, we turned the door handle and stepped in. We were greeted with the most astonishing sight: Sean, Pei Zhi, Theophilus and Wen Da playing "Yue Liang Dai Biao Wo De Xing". Sean was playing the drumset and bellowing out the lyrics of the popular chinese oldies at the top of his voice, not to mention, he wasn't exactly in tune. Pei Zhi was beating the rhythm on the snare drum. The melody was played by Theophilus on the flute and Wen Da on the gaohu. Stunned and slightly amused, Xin Yi and I quietly listened on. Now, everytime I hear this song, I remember...