Guess what, y'all! NYU's Tisch school of the Arts has gotten a campus in Singapore! Unfortunately, they only offer MFA degrees. And y'know, tuition = US$40,000. Biznitches. If I could pay that, I'd just go to the one in NYC.

Oklahoma was awesomeeeeee. I barely forgot anything - just, y'know, that one "whatcha gonna do when a fella gets flirty, or starts to talk purty" lyric from I Cain't Say No. And I was good! Why, just this morning, in registration, Mr Jacques told me this other teacher who had stopped by our class told him he was glad to see me in a normal setting, 'cause I had acted so believably slow as Ado Annie that he wondered if that were my real personality. :P And today (martes), when I got out of my car, this year 7-looking kid I passed was all like, "Hi! You don't know me, but I saw you in Oklahoma!, so..." and looked away bashfully. And I was like, "Uh, Hey :)" but she seemed all fidgetty and unsure like how Yingyue was when she was still vaguely Singaporean. Thus, I am assuming that girl was Singaporean. :D
Ohohohoh and DRAMA right before the first evening's show. After our afternoon primary school matinee, Jasmine and I went to Evita's. And at around 330 or so, I began getting these cramps in the lower left side of my abdomen. At first I just dismissed them as premenstrual pains, but the hurt kept coming back in waves of increasing fury, until eventually, at 5, I told her I couldn't take it anymore and we walked back to school so I could see the nurse. And by 'walk', I mean 'stumble with my left hand pressing into the painspot and bent almost double because it hurt so bad that I couldn't straighten up'. Y desafortunadamente, la enfermera no estuvo en la escuela anymore. But then we bumped into Mr Tim English, who fetched Ms Eastwood, who had me ingesting paracetemol tablets and pressing a hot water bottle to my abdomen. Though of course, the pain just kept getting more and more intense. And Ms Eastwood began to suspect appendicitis. Then Mr drama teacher whose first name I cannot recall right now came to see me and seemed fine with the thought of cancelling Oklahoma!. Then Ms Emma came to see me and immediately ruled out the possibility of no musical, insisting I try and stand up and get dressed (with the help of Jasmine and Anna). Nice lady. Though thankfully, by then, the paracetemol had kicked in and I could stand up. I was jumping around and doing Ado Annieisms on stage in no time. And after the show, I got mis padres to take me to Family Medical so I could get checked out. The doctor ruled out appendicitis. And Jasmine's 6 hour muscle spasm theory was vindicated. :)
My favourite line(s):
Ali: ...and upstairs... upstairs might be PARADISE!
Ado Annie: ...I thought they was just bedrooms!
Ali: For you and me, baby? Paradise.

I went to Arief's house with Felix on Saturday fora Rent marathon! when I texted ruth, she was all like, "Sorry, I'm not free. I'm helping Char unpack :)" and I was just like OH SNAP I FORGOT TO TEXT CHARLOTTE! But then I remembered that she hates Rent, so it was just as well that I didn't text her, hahah.

And in other news, I officially dub Nishiki my new favouritest friend in the whole wide world :)

I'm starting to get a little worried as to my university thingies. Fly got rejected from all her UK apps (they never wrote back = rejected in my book) 'cause she applied too late. And if her apps are considered 'too late', mine will never go through. :( Which leaves SCAD. And my parents don't feel like paying for SCAD :/
Soooo my options are applying to the schools that offer Spring 2009 (few and far between and pricey), waiting another year and applying to everywhere again but early this time (doesn't discount the fact that US art schools are bitchy expensive), or going to a state uni and trying to get a transfer into someplace else. What do you think I should do? WWJD? Haha!

Well, I'm off to go find some cheap art schools. Though 'cheap art school' is oxymoronic. :/

I had the coolest dream last night. I was a red-haired white guy (resembling the dude in the 'Death' issue of Endless Nights) with a key that could turn any door into a portal. Sort of like that scifi series starring Elle Fanning, but cooler, because instead of opening into a creepy room that resets whenever you enter it, my key opens into a short (think a little less than a metre) corridor and then the other door.
So I was jollying around as this guy, right, and then my roommate (or some girl whom I was close to) tells me that my girlfriend's in trouble at her apartment in Norway or some other cold European country and urges me to hurry. So then I open the nearest door (of the painted white French variety with the windows) and go through into the apartment. The camera turns all warm with red and browns and gentle yellowish light and dark windows (like you'd see in a christmas special), and it'd all be very cosy... if not for the ankle-deep water lapping at my feet. My girlfriend's roommate, standing around on my right next to a few unconscious people, tells me she's trapped upstairs. The flooding situation's even worse upstairs; the water's about knee-high now (yes, I know that's physically impossible). The lights are also sputtering and colder. I find her, and I carry her bridal-style down the stairs. I get the feeling something's amiss as I look at one of the 'unconscious people lying facedown in the water in front of the stairs. They're all a liiiiittle too pale. So as I walk towards the French portal door, I quip to my boo's roommate, "So how many enemies have you got holed up in here?" and rush through. My roommate and I wait on our side of the world for a minute, just staring at the doors and feeling lucky, when my girlfriend's roommate crashes against the door accompanied by a ferocious wave of water and an unholy scream (she doesn't break through though, thankfully).
...Aaaand then my mother wakes me up for oklahoma practice. :/

SUCH a good idea for a comic, don't you think! I'm just not going to think about the implications of dreaming that I'm a red-haired guy for the second time in my life o_O (the first time being the bee dream where I was evil and had a 'stache)

I had a bit of a nervous breakdown today. I cried! Everything's coming to a head in the next couple weeks. The IOC's on wednesday, sketchbooks and pieces are due tomorrow, the spanish individual oral's on wednesday/thursday, the art interview's either friday or next week, Oklahoma's next week... and to top it off, normal homework: two math papers due tomorrow, the HUGEEEEEE biology option A portfolio, three chapters of business notes, and the preseen casestudy. My life. Is hell.

We had oklahoma practice from 10 to 2 on sunday. Remember how I told everyone it was going to be crapmuffins? Well I am now positive that if it really is crapmuffins, it won't be because of me. :)

Omg the wizard character in diablo 3 is ASIAN and so hawttt! I want to be her for halloween. Now all I have to do is find some leather straps, thigh-high boots, blue cloth and someone able (and willing) to sew things...

...I wish her costume was as popular amongst fanboy replica makers as master chief's is. :(

In other news, I handed in my business IA and TOK essay last friday :) They were pretty shitty, actually, but that's okay. By 'shitty' I meant 'passable, but not fantastic'. I am okay with this because I do not care for business, and I'm pretty sure I'll pass my EE so failing TOK won't disqualify my eligibility for the diploma. :P Man, I am soooo ambitious.

I have given up on the whole not being weird thing, by the way. I'm going to just embrace it! And I think my husband's going to be one of those mathsy/scientific/normal types. Because I need a balance, and another weird person would just be too much temperament and strangeness.

The Watchmen is out! I wanna see it. But I hear it got pulled out of 'Nam's cinemas last minute :/ I can guess why. In that universe, the Vietnam War was won by the Americans because of the heroes. The Comedian gets a local pregnant and plans on leaving her, except she gives him a one-sided Glasgow Smile with a broken bottle and he ends up shooting her.

Work left: IOC, oklahoma (WHY DID I JOIN A;SKLGJA;LGJAG;GA;J), sketchbook, art pieces, three chapters of business notes, biology IA referencing, biology option A portfolio, math papers.

I have waffled about, in my seventeen years of life, with no real favourite artist. I mean, sure, I quite admire M C Escher and Mike Mignola and Tim Sale, but not enough to rave about them and proclaim them a favourite. So I am pleased to announce that I now have an official favourite artist! Yay!
Egon Schiele was an Austrian Expressionist painter in the early 20th century. His nudes = phenomenal. All angular and strange and distorted, like that strange abstract sculpture I took a liking to when I was a titchy little kid, the one with a man torn up and holding himself like a doorway in a desolate background (darn it, what was it?). Here's one of his many self-portraits:

Beautiful, I know. I spent the evening looking him up. And assimilating him (i.e. trying out his style in my hugeass sketchbook). And writing him an entry into my IB sketchbook. I haven't gotten this worked up in, well, ever. EVER!!!!!!!
So you might be wondering how I found out about him (humour me, it's my blog). I was puttering about the art room one day, when I spied a photocopy of a striking drawing tucked amongst figurative poop in a basket near the sinks. His name was printed someplace around the image, and you can probably guess the rest.

In other news: I was fooling around on ye olde macbook today when I realised that I hadn't put a word count on my EE. Oh, and I think the EE proposal Ms Anna has has the wrong question on it. And I think everything was submitted on Friday. I AM SO SCROOOOOOOOOD!!!!!! Crap crap crap crap those are demerits right there. And I was hoping for a B, too :(

But! Rejoice I shall, anyway, because the end of last week marked the end of my EE, WL2 (which I did on Neruda's Sonnet XI and Leaning Into The Afternoons) and biology IA :) Coming up: Business IA, that damned drama and my IOC.
Egads. Whatever possessed me to join the musical?!!!?! Now I have lines and actions and songs to memorise (and you know how successful I'm going to be) and practices half the week and drama isn't even a passion for me! March 16 looms ominously nearer. :(((( Why couldn't I have been given a one-line-wonder role? Or callously spurned?

Note to Charmaine (if she still comes here): are all your LJ posts now friendlocked? Whenever I drop by, the latest post I see is your tuao one! :(