Sheesh kebabs! I was happy to see my Enrolment Package today, but once I opened it, I just wanted to burn every single FORM in it! God, there's practically a gazillion forms in there to fill in, and they are merely just for payment! Oh, and I have to get a medical checkup! Oh my god! I hate anything medical! If the doctor needs me to have a blood test, I rather have him put me to sleep then take my blood. I don't mind paying double! I hate the sight of blood, okay maybe just my own, though I do like the taste of blood(I am not mental!). Also, the SP guidebook has all the attire rules. TOTALLY NAN CHIAU!
I just looked up the diploma-plus thing, and I am so psyched about it! I NEED to get in if there is any chance I can walk on the red carpet. I NEED to get into the Theatre Performance and Production and get my Certificate in Theatre Performance and Production(CTPP). But the sucky thing is, only 25 people can get chosen each year. And among all the hundreds of SP students, I have to fight, brawl, tear, slash my way through to the 25 spots available. Should I not get chosen, I shall dedicate my life to becoming a serial killer, killing all the 25 people and lecturers in the most gruesome way possible. To make it worse off, it is by invitation ONLY. The lecturers will judge by our aggregates and stuff.
I am planning to go to the SP Roadshow to get my laptop. As recommended by the lecturers, I should get a High-End HP Pavillion dv6700. MacBooks aren't very favourable in the school.
Gonna go freak out over everything! Bye!
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