College #8 @ HOME

I'm HOME. Finally :D

It has been a long time i didn't update this thing over here. So this shows how busy I was before the holidays. Way too busy.

Let me list what I did in those few months, in chronological order.
1. My choir performed for the National Day's Celebration in Labuan town. Two new songs, Jalur Gemilang and Keranamu Malaysia in a week's time.

2. We were expecting Perbadanan Labuan to invite us sing during the opening ceremony of Borneo Games, but we didn't manage to secure a slot for us. Instead, we choir members were told to dance. :3 It was the opening ceremony so they needed around 150 people to do the Contemporary Sports Dance. 3 teams of three colours, red, blue and yellow. Choir members were in the red team. The dance was all about incorporating sports movement into the dance. Our focus is on "silat" and "taekwondo". Pretty well done for us. We were not any kind of dancers, so in a weeks time, practising everyday, we were able to produce a tidy and clean dance, not easy, isn't it?

3. Then, on that very day after the dance we were told to produce a fifteen-minute song to be performed during the closings, which is a week after the opening. What the F***. And they still requested us to do a medley of different folk songs from different states in Borneo, i.e. Sarawak, Sabah, Brunei, and Kalimantan. They thought to produce a four part SATB choir performance with lively movements in a week is EASY? They thought we were all perfect pitchers? Screw them. This was when all of us were so sick (mentally) and stressed. We could only progress slow as practice time was very limited (school days). Which was about two hours per day. 5 SONGS. 15 MINUTES. As for me I got completely f**ked up as I needed to hunt for suitable songs, arrange parts and teach those members. I didn't do much of my homework that week, but only doing choir stuff. After every practice I would be worn out and I could only sleep. We did six songs, which were Rasa Sayang, Puteri Santubong, Chabuk-chabuk, Ampar-ampar Pisang, Cik-cik Periuk and Anak Kampung. And I lost my voice two days before that day. I thought I overused it. It got me a little anxious as I really sounded like my vocal cords were ripped off by wolves (Pitch Perfect line. :P) . Luckily I was the conductor, so yeah, I conducted and croaked. As for the rehearsal, we screwed it totally. The guitarist lost his way halfway through, and the members forgot the sequence of the songs. Obviously we didn't have enough practice cause we only managed to finish learning all songs one day before the rehearsal. Everyone was in a bad mood. So the next morning before the actual performance, we had a 5-hour session to brush up everything. Luckily it ran smoothly. That night I was pretty worried deep inside because the rehearsal really shocked me out of my wits, but just acted cool. Conductor bah.. We managed to nail it (not so..) and the audience got hyped up. Credits to the sporting athletes! They said the performance was superb, awesome, etc etc etc. I couldn't care less. I sacrificed a week for it. Too eff-ed up already. But at least they enjoyed it. I watched the video, and it was not as superb as described, oh wells.. As long as it was over and they enjoyed it. :P

4. After that I thought I could enjoy my time. But NO. After a week of honeymoon I got another call from my teacher-in-charge. Initially he told us we were invited to eat to celebrate. but few days later he said we will be performing, not eating, but the songs were those we sang on the closings. (F**ked up 50%) And I thought we didn't have to practice much. But three days before the actual day I was told that we are going to sing another three new songs, with parts. (F**ked up 100%) The teacher in charge thought we were geniuses. Indeed. That really sucked. We had no way to oppose anyways. So an arduous journey started again. Everything went well, except our f**ked up feelings were still there.

5. And the student's council launched the Peer Assisted Study Program (PASS), and I was the organising chairman. So yeah, another torture, but less.

6. The last major event is the PSPM! Our first semester exam. I screwed my Mathematics paper. Depressing. I don't think I can score an A for it. Bye 4.0. *waves goodbye* *sniff sniff* Oh wells, let the bygones be bygones.

Wow. This is a long essay. Haha. All I want to do now is enjoy the serenity at home for three weeks, before another series of torture begin.

HOME. <3