I.B.M CAMP 07

Yo! Hey people I'm back! I know every one's been waiting for my elusive blogging skills! LOL. *No names will be used in this post.*

Anyhow... I went for a 4days 3nights camp at the Singapore Polytechnic's Symphonic Band IBM Camp 07.. It was a moment of life and death for the participants. There were 18 Clarinetist. All of them suffered and lived the whole of 4days together (at least for some of them i think). The 18 of them (including me) held hand in hand through times of bad, the madness of the mode of conducting. Looking at their endurance and confidence of outliving the toughness they are facing, I've seen them grow through this short time.

Achieving their best conduct, discipline and definitely teamwork amongst themselves. I believe that the 18 of them can feel the difference in them. They have definitely become tougher in order to prepare themselves of further storms ahead in life.





Everyone of them grew. No matter how strong they are already before the camp or no matter how weak they were. The weak grew to become strong, the strong grew even stronger. However crazy the treatment was, they persevered and endured. The trainings was mentally, physically and emotionally straining, but they overcame them and overwhelmed them.



This boy met something different. This particular event taught me a lesson. It is to cherish the people around you more. This Boy was already a casualty. He withstand and endured the pain that he was receiving from his tummy. That alone had already amazed me of such perseverance. What happened next left me speechless and stunned.


This boy who was talking to me in a very good mood. Both of us were laughing and chit chatting away for as long as who knows. He plays very well in all the given pieces. I too was encouraged by him to practice harder even though he's left behind due to his weird behaviours. When we finally reached the destination, we sat down and chatted away. Not long, during one of the last rehearsal, the leader of the section instructed us to stand up and play our sections. Unfortunately the boy collapsed into his chair. The leader saw that he couldn't endure much longer got the boy to sit down and rest. At the point of time, the boy was rubbing his tummy rapidly. So I asked are you okay? he said he was okay. Apparently he didn't recover even although 30seconds was passed. Mid-night came and passed. I didn't get to rest much due to the amount of noise generated and commotion happening around my place of rest. but early next morning, our leader informed us that the boy couldn't make it for the competition... as He was admitted to Alexander Hospital.

It was crazy and mad. During the Competiton, cold sweat broke out and the chillness of the air came to a still when we moved into position. my beloved contrabass gaved way again (QM, if u are reading, it seriously need some proffessional maintainance), but we still made it through no matter, and gave what we thought was our best.

Just moments before the the competition results came, we felt terrible and our eyes were downcast knowing that we might not make it to the top 3. I almost collapsed, cos we were laughing and chatting before that. I'm glad that we survived that little incident there. To our suprised, we ended up being second to the flute section but what bonding and friendship forged during the camp was second to none.

Now today after 2days since that incident I'm talking to the poor boy via msn. I'm glad I'm able to do that. It was crazy and mad.

No words can describe my feelings at that point of time. While I just hear myself saying that I should cherish the people around me more. Life is so fragile.

Kudos to our leader for his great leadership and to the rest of those who made it possible. Thanks everyone!~