Bohemia Bunny

Stop the world and let me get off!

March 5th, 2005 by lynn under Uncategorized

Phew! It’s been a grueling week. Started off all right, with a leisurely Monday (my week is structured so that the intensity increases from Monday to Friday) and now, Friday night, I’m just plum tuckered out. After you read this entry, you’ll probably feel tired too!

I had 5 performances in 3 days for choir and drama. I don’t mind performing, in fact I’m probably cured of my stage fright by now. It’s just that the practices take up time. But now that it’s all over, I can’t stop singing and reciting my lines. Withdrawal symptoms.

I had a midterm test on Tuesday which I was actually very well-prepared for (a rare incident, I assure you) and that was it for Tuesday, since the test took place during my only Tuesday class. I had 90 minutes to write a 2 page essay but I handed it up in 40 minutes and hauled butt out of there. I had to go pick up someone at the airport, and it was a 90-minute ride to get there on time. My only regret is I forgot that he was coming through duty-free, and thus forgot to tell him to buy me a bottle of spirits since it’s much cheaper there. Darn!

Wednesday was quite a bad day. I got my test results back from my stats module. I passed, but very poorly. I could most definitely have done better, except that I screwed up the first 2 questions. I can count and express formulae very well. I just can’t write those reasoning-type answers that ask why I choose a particular answer over another. So I was quite disappointed, but I guess I only have myself to blame for not reading the textbook properly.

After that I had to skip a lecture to do 2 performances, to an audience of our own singers. The people walking by (it was a busking-type thing) apparently were too busy to bother with us. *sniff* but at least we were rewarded with points for performing. Heh, those were actually extra points but I feel I earned every one!

Later that afternoon I drank 2 cups of what I think to be bourbon Coke, although I can’t be sure. It’s all legal, it was part of a psychology experiment. It was very interesting, although I felt very bloated afterward due to the large amount of liquid. I have a small stomach so it was extremely uncomfortable for me.

And we were performing again that night! Kudos to the choir though, we came through on the pitch and rhythm although we were lacking in expression. We left it up to the boys to rouse up the crowd with a gospel song. They rocked. I had time to see off my boyfriend before heading off to a meeting which I actually enjoyed. Our meetings aren’t as formal as actual business meetings, and anyway when you are planning fun activities, it’s very difficult to be strait-laced. Sex, alcohol and rock n’ roll pretty much define the undergraduate experience, and even more so when you’re living on campus and everyone around you thinks in the same hedonistic manner.

And just when you thought I was done with Wednesday and was going to bed, I didn’t! I took my shower and went to tutor my friend. He had a quiz the next day and knew nuts about his course. He really, seriously knew nothing. It was a biology course and he had never taken biology so he didn’t know what the lecturer was going on about. We did 3 hours of intensive revision and we still didn’t manage to cover everything. He said he’d buy me dinner if he did well, but I don’t think that will materialise. I’m not saying he’s stupid. I’m just being realistic that having covered so little material, it is impossible for him to get a good grade. Wait, I take that back. It would have been easy for him to get a good grade if I took the quiz sitting beside him. The catch is, I took the same course last semester (in fact I sold him the textbook) and besides, the quiz was conducted like a real exam, in an exam hall with assigned seating, so it would have been impossible.

I finally gave up at around 3 am because I was just too physically tired, and I had a 10am lecture the next day. Gosh, the cycle just doesn’t stop, does it? Thursday wasn’t as bad though. I got off classes at 4 pm, lugged a carton of Coca-Cola halfway across campus, and went out to a 3-course dinner with my boyfriend. I made a huge mistake by ordering the spicy Dynamite pizza, thinking that they were exaggerating the fire factor. They weren’t. It was unbearable. In the end I gave up after eating half the pizza, and swapped it for my boyfriend’s sandwich. Even He-who-grew-up-eating-chillies needed glass after glass of water to douse the flames. Never again. I’ll stick to plain ol’ Hawaiian pizza from now on.

Friday wasn’t so bad, actually, even if I had to wake up at 7 am, with the sniffles. The lecture was quite funny (more on that later) and our performances at night were okay, albeit uninspiring. But who cares about being inspiring? We’re just trying to fulfil our performance quota and not go out of tune or fluff our lines. All that is over now! No more practices or dramatic readings. Now I can get back to the committee work that’s been piling up, and the laundry that threatens to overtake my room.

Next week: The Bash Report. No, not an exposition on domestic violence. A report on the Pageant Preview Bash to be held at Singapore’s best club on Wednesday! I’m looking forward to bash. Finally, I will get to see the famed Zouk. It’s been around for 14 years or something, and that’s a real achievement in the nightlife industry where a club closes down after maybe 3 years of operation. Oh, and I’m looking forward to the pageant contestants’ reaction when we reveal what we have secretly (heh heh) planned for them. None of them read this blog, so I’m safe. Haha!

And the week after that, the culmination of much hard work: Yousucks Hall Dinner and Dance! Strangely, without the dance. The programme for the night ends at 11 so that adults (and by that I mean parent-age adults in positions of authority) can go home at a decent hour, and early birds can rest well. The rest of us more hedonistic people will head to a club to dance the night away. Darn, I think I’ll be going home early. I have an 8am class test the next day. Why, oh why, couldn’t they have had it on the 24th? The 25th is a public holiday and I could have joined in the clubbing. *pout* There’s always next year I suppose. I’m the person in charge of making DnD a success and here I am going home early. I should be out celebrating my success or drowning my failure!

Oh my, what a long post. I shouldn’t have condensed the entire week into one post, but this is the first time all week I have had time to properly sit down and type.