rant.
opened up the mailbox and as usual it's crammed with countless fliers & unread mail due since two weeks. reached in, felt around for a thick envelope, & pulled it out after having found it.
my
Nanyang Poly Enrolment Package.lol, i make it sound like some kinda serious shizz that'll determine my life & death. eh wait, it does. for the next three years at least. my near future has been (signed) sealed & delivered. (reminds me of the collabo by
Blue & Stevie Wonder! which reminds me of
Saz! which reminds me of
Kuching. :( )
back to the package (& after collecting all unpaid bills & Times mags), tore open the white envelope & found a folder jampacked with forms & all that jazz. blah blee blooh, read through it all, & i realised...
i can't do this alone.god, i got lost reading all the shit about
Tuition Grants (TG), enrolment fees, CPF biznazz, notebook fliers, enrolment procedures, etc. too many words, i prefer pictures. the only pictures i saw were map locations for clinics i can go to get my health checkups for. (did i mention i hate checkups? i hate the sterilised scent we smell in almost all clinics.)
panicked, & called
daddy up. explained to him my situation & how i'm drowning in too much responisiblity, but he replied me with irrelevant questions about my L1R4 & L1R5 & STB & everything else
except my goddamned problem. i got so frustrated; doesn't he realise how serious this is? the enrolment due date is
30 MARCH for chrissake, which is the friday after this one. less than two weeks. & he's talking about my L1R5? rubbish.
fast forward. i told him straight to the point that i needed him to sign several forms & i can't fax them over as the original copies needed to be handed back in. we both suggested the possibility of me flying to Jakarta for a week, & be back at least two days before 30th March so i can get this over with.
(reeling in my head was that if this was to happen, i have to fly latest by THIS WEDNESDAY, take a good break at the same time in a very short span of time, & that i'd be unable to go Jakarta with Mubarak.)
to add to the trouble, i lost my O Level Result slip. silly me, i know. how careless can i get. but i have my Form A, which has my results in it as well, so i pray it will suffice. otherwise, to put it aptly -
i'm just dead lah k.the conversation ended with him saying "
okay, well you sort this out & bring all the papers here & we'll go through them together."
what? am i supposed to get my own tickets, flight, etc?
"
look up for cheapest sales & whatever, & go to the ticket agents like the last time."
again, err WHAT? how the hell am i suppose to know how to do this? cos he usually does it so why the sudden turn of tables?
"
oh. (awkward silence) okay, then i'll check for you."
he sounded so fucking nonchalant i felt like banging the phone on the floor. does he not get how serious this is? why was he so distracted? is my educational future that non-existent or too pathetic to give more than an ounce of care about?
bah,
everything's happening way too fast. WE ALL NEED TO SLOW DOWN.
