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. :/