CHMA Auditions '08
What happened throughout the course of today? Oh wait, this reminds me of the stupid C.I.P. we're currently in.
What?-Chinese Intensive Program. This happens when the Chinese Department suddenly realizes the noobshitness of Cat High's Chinese standard, and decides to make noise and get like what?-3hours a day worth of Chinese, from 7-10AM. What a bitch, they're making me hate Chinese.
And for us it's held at the auditorium. Hardly a place for doing Chinese, and I hate having to bend down damn low just to read and write. And it's harder to sleep without getting caught. So what to do? Sit on the floor, place the worksheets on the seat, and sleep. Very natural, and normally undisturbed, because Shanks would kick me if a teacher approaches.
This shit would continue for like what?-2 weeks.
Let's talk about CHMA. A lot of talents in Cat High, and they often think that they are damn zai.
For example, there's the guy who was champion for the individual singing category or something. He can't participate in the same event, so he spammed other events, like group vocal, duet, and a lot of other shit. Saw him up there so many times, and I was getting really pissed off. OK lah, zai lah, go singing school, ex-champion, can spam, blah blah.
And a lot of people who went for singing courses jumped into CHMA. Quite fun, watching them screw up and tainting their singing school's reputation(if any).
But really, if a person who goes to a singing school can't get through this small competition, he's quite screwed.
So I shouted, or rather, screamed my Final Countdown. The crazy things I did: never mind. Shan't spoiler you. Eh guys, please upload whatever video you took of me. Then send me the URL, and I'd link to it. Have fun, people. I think I'm damn cute.
Oh yea, and there was this Creative Expression thingy. I think I should have tried that out instead. Damn. It's like, singing the Final Countdown is creative, and since I'm trying to express the song, it's a creative expression. Really, I think that one must be able to throw away his face to maximize laughing potential. Something I've been able to do all along. I love myself.
Muahaha. So ends the auditions, and I'd really laugh my head off if I do get into the finals. It's impossible, but I went ahead to try anyway. It doesn't hurt screaming a song after all.
Woohoo!
Short post, just wanted to talk about CHMA. Nothing now. Good night.
Think of a topic to write about tomorrow. One word essays are welcome, tag and I'd choose.
My mind's rather much of a blank these days. Not that it was ever full.
-- 5/13/2008 09:33:00 PM
