Jiggle

Oh my god. I was lying in bed last night, thinking about the documents i have to mail to Temasek Polytechnic. So i continued thinking. So it led me to the conclusion that I HAVE NOT ACCEPTED MY OFFER online! The deadline was 26 March, 2 days way past yesterday.

Oh my god. I was so freaking my ass out.

I couldn't have imagined why i had left out such an important thing to do. Mind you. It decides my future. My aspiraton to be a fashion designer. Oh gosh. I couldn't describe how i felt. (Maybe Joniece could. She's been there, done that.)

I hurriedly switched on the computer, connected, and typed out the url as given in the TP enrolment guide. The link "Click here to Accpet/Decline offer" was still there. So i thought there was still some hope left. False hope. When i logged in, they said that the offer is "Declined". (I printed it out to serve as a momento.) Oh my goodness. How and why could this happen? I was so flustered and still not recovering from the shock.

So i was left there thinking, thinking that i may choose the singer-songwriter route should this one fail. Yes, I still had the mood to joke, you say. It's either this or that, cause i've no other interests.

Anyway i didn't worry that much. There's always a way out. (It's my quote.) I guess other peeps would have freaked out like hell. But i just wanted to go back to my warm and cosy bed.

I threw a black pen i picked up at the shop front a few days ago out of the window cause i believed it brought me bad luck. Superstitious, huh?

And so i resolved to make a trip to TP the next day. Fight it all out.

So. Back to today.

Woke up at 7.30am. The earliest in recent weeks. Prepared and stuff, and made my way to CP MRT. Took the train to Somerset. I wanted to collect my medical report first. So i went to Orchard Building, took the medical report and made my way back to the train station.

Alighted at Tampines train station, walked a long way to the bus bay for bus service 23 and waited for the driver to get the engines up. Peering through the pock-marked windows(caused by giant advertising posters glued to the them), I could figure out where the TP campus was, with the help of the signboards and following poly students-lookalikes(laptop cases lah).

I went inside and jaywalked, albeit there were signs preaching stuff about road safety. I was supposed to go to Blk 9. Somehow i got lost and wasn't sure which was which. But i was getting vlose. So i went to ask the security guard uncle.
Me: May i know where's Block 9?
Guard: Oh, This is Block 9. (Pointing to the ground.) Where are you going?
I referred him to the address stated on the brown envelope.
Guard: Blah blah blah blah blah...(mostly directions)

So i took the lift to the second floor. I got out of the lift lobby, acted like i was a student and glanced around.(Wow, there's a POSB ATM machine!) No signs of whatever Admissions building. So i went into the lift lobby(which led to the Visitors' Centre) and went into the VC. The clerk told me that the Admissions Office is just across the block. So i gathered up my guts (?) and went into the office. Not much people. I took a queue number(which i still have it with me) and waited. Not surprisingly my number was called next.

Me: I was offered a place in a course here and supposed to accept it online...(Actually i was stumbling through; the clerk helped me to phrase it out. =0)
Clerk: So did you do it?
Me: No.
Clerk: How could you forget such a important thing? Did you forget it?
Me: Yeah, it just slipped my mind...
Clerk: But you can't already. The submision period is over. All the spaces are filled up.
Me: That's why...
The clerk was getting up, and the other clerks sort of heard our conversation. 'S-H-O-C-K' was written on their faces. Haha. What a scene.
Clerk: (Handed me a piece of plain white paper) So you write a letter, explaining why you didn't accpet the offer online. You write it outside, on the table. Then you can just pass it to any one of us here. We'll hand it to the officer and see if you will be allowed to enrol...
Me: Okay
Clerk: Most likely it's gone. You just go and write this letter and we'll give it to the officer in charge of the submissions.

So i went out and started to write. Michelle happened to call, and with the combination of my literacy talent and Michelle's timely help, I conjured up a piece of wonderful, persuasive and tugs-at-the-heart-strings masterpiece. Woo-hoo.

I handed it back to the clerk. She told me to wait. Now it's either this or that. Let fate decide. Oh my god. It was nerve-wrecking. But i didn't think anything would go wrong.

Time for the big reveal. The clerk asked me to log on five to ten minutes later to submit my application. I was too thrilled for words. I just huh-ed. Woo hoo! HAHAHA. I knew things would work out.

While waiting i sent out Valentine's SMSes(ie. smses with "I Love You") to some people. What a relief.

Five minutes later i went in and logged on. Did all the submit info atuff and printed out the confirmation page. Twice. Free what. Just to keep a spare copy. Just. In. Case. Touch wood.

Then i went to settle the documents, went in to borrow a pencil, and went to sort out all the stuff again before dropping the envelope into the bin. Done. All done, in a morning's work.

Up next, I went back to the bus interchange by bus.

Actually i had a whole lot of tuff to do today, but the admissions stuff thwarted my plan. Never mind...

Was supposed to repair the mp3 player today, but since i didn't bring the receipt and the headquarters was at Jurong East, I didn't make the trip. I went to Simei instead. Bought the Meters Bonwe jacket i've been pinning about for ages. There're three colours for this design. There's one which is yellow with blue stripes. Nice. I love it. But i don't wanna look like a character from Dragonball, so i opted for my original choice instead: Black+orange stripes. Boring, but more feasible.

Then i went to HF to get my magazines from Page One. And dammit. They were closed for stock-take! How unfortunate! On this day? And i discovered the Esprit tee i bought at TM for $23.90 was sold at $19.90 here. Argh! I don't balme them, though. It's called marketing. By the way, the staff at TM told me you get their membership with purchase of $150 and above. Lesser than Dano, man. And Dano's not even designer garb. (TIP: Go to This Fashion before you start to buy stuff from Dano.)

So i went back to Somerset. To HMV. And YAY! I finally got the original version of 'Under My Skin'. For just one more song, i spent $18.95. Hahaha. Saw the Arena magazine. So the issue with Avril on it is the April issue. I thought it was March's, cause the April one is on Hideoshi. Then i came to realise that's Arena Men. Hmm... then i won't need to rush to get it. Yay!. So Far So Good.

I met up with Michelle and Amanda at the Somerset station. They bought shades from Robinsons. Amanda was so jap. Haha. Michelle was spotted by a person to do an ad for Starhub. But when she said no, the person just snatched the namecard back from her. WAHAHA. What's that? Crazy.

So we took the train to City Hall. Walked a long way to Marina Square. Shopped around. I bought a red belt with a shiny buckle. So RoCk! Hahahaha. They bought earrings. Up next we went to Suntec. Nothing much. Then we had to walk a very very very(read: VERY) long way to the train station. Meanwhile, at the Citylink Mall, we visited the toilet. When i came out, Mich and Am was still in there. After that they came out and told me that Michelle was spotted again. Some face-modelling stuff.

We were approached by two donations personnel today. The first one was a poly student, i forgot for what organisation, and the three of us shared to give $10 in return for a mousepad. The second one was a teenage girl. It was something about helping ex-convicts. Mich gave $2 for a pen. The girl asked Am to give too, and she did. I didn't buckle. I just stood by the side, out of the whole conversation. She didn't ask me either. I guess i looked mean. That's great. "Don't ask me for donations or i'll bash you up."

Then we went to the MRT station. I took the train home. So damn tired. i didn't talk for the rest of the day. Moody lah. I went to Kopitiam to takeaway pork porridge for my lil bro. But guess what. Argh. Saw ex-NCHS pp again. I thought she saw me too. Tough luck.I just fled from the scene.

What a hysterical day. (Hey, gotta link the title to the story mah.)

17 days to the end of my suffering.