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Like of cuz, more pictures to come?
Well either that or, you have to see it in facebook. heh.

The ceremony itself was, so forgettable. They scan something, some voice-over calls out your name, name appears on screen along with a live-feed of you walking up the stage. You shake the director’s hand, left hand grabbing the empty red scroll box, freeze, look at the camera, smile, walk down, get a so-called goodie bag (with nothing inside, just two pieces of crap), scan ic, get ur documents, and back into the convention hall.

It was dead boring, I could imagine us graduands standing together at the same time like a church choir and start singing “I believe I can flyyy.. I believe I can touch the skyy”. And I laughed to myself. Yes, I was entertaining myself. The videos screened during the ceremony was, cheesy as hell. And what better way to end with the school song, the song we heard just once throughout our years in SP.

It wasn’t any of those tear-shedding, tight-hugging farewell bid.

Well whatever it is, I’m officially a diploma holder in multimedia technology.

Gawd. Why must it be raining? Graduation lei… *starts playing “Graduation” song*.

I was preparing to go out with the family last weekend and I decided to do something. I drape the grad robe on me, wore songkok, and got out of my room all prepared to go out. My dad was like asking if I’m going to the church to join the choir or something. Haha. Hilarious shit I tell you. My sis was like, “Abang, why you wear baju butterfly like mom wear one?”.

Yay yay. Finally graduated from SP. Awesome. Three years of, yeah, being in a polytechnic. Definitely a route I’ve no regrets taking.

I was like asking this to myself a couple of days back, “Where do I see myself in 2 years time?”. Either in a design house, setting up our own studio or trying to work for LifeBrandz, the company that has MOS, Cannery, Balcony and Del Mar under their roof. Getting into uni is not my first priority I guess.

It would be great to have the plan my friends and I made to come true. We’re all enthusiastic about setting up something we can call it our own. So, nothing much can be dismissed as of yet, heh. Been meeting up with the people at del mar and mos, and it feels like fun working with them. It’s like, you’re mixing your work together with fun, how awesome can that be. Work till night, destress at night, reach home in the wee hours of the morning. Haha.

Well anyways, I’m gonna get myself ready and all made up now. Hah. We’re gonna grab something to eat at our beloved FC6 and we shall camwhore like there’s no tmr. And dang, it’s starting to rain heavily again. What a cheebye.

My web log nowadays is like more of text-heavy than having pictures here and there. Sorry man, I just don’t have that much time to be editing pictures and posting tons of photos in each blog entry. That honey, requires time, patience and.. vanity. Unfortunately, moi here is not blessed with an awesome look and a perfect cut. So I shall just write, and write, with the occasional outbreak of pictures galore. BORING, I know. Whatever rocks my boat aye. I’m not trying to build any fan base in the world wide web, dahling. I’m just happy and contented with what I am now. *snaps finger*

Well, I think I am. Heh.

Urgh. In this kinda time, I really long lust for my pay. I need to indulge in self-splurging. I have awesome friends that would be there a phone call away and i really appreciate that. I really need to spend a day in town and get stuff I need to get. Those that are with me, can certainly vouch that I need a new pair of wallet, pronto.

And Ying2 my dahling successor to my chief designer throne, I know you’ve been secretly reading my blog like everyone else does here. Let’s go town together and eat and shop and bitch! BGF for the day okae darls. You know I still love you despite all the bitch fits I throw to you, am I right, my minion? LOL. I’m longing for a nice tiramisu and platters of sashimi don’t ask me why.

Ah fuck those diet shits and healthy eating blardy blah blah blah. Don’t talk to me about that when I’m gonna be serving my country this June. Don’t even raise up the question of “so are you physically ready for NS?”. I’m just gonna be giving you that bo chap fuck care attitude. Come on lah, whatever it is right, whether you’re begging for it or hating it, we’re still gonna be serving NS. Full stop. Period. End.

Like, the last topic I wana talk about before going in is stories of NS. Oh wiseth oldeth one who hath goneth through NS (I’m just trying to sound shakespeare-ish), look at my face. I don’t fucken care. I’d rather you bore me with politics than having to listen to another tekong experience, part thereof, thereafter or in any associations with NS. At least I don’t have to waste my energy smiling, “uhuh”ing, and nodding my head in agreement. Ain’t my body language flashing the word “B-O-R-I-N-G” aggressively already?

Look Yoda, thank you for sharing with me advices and all, I appreciate that. But imagine having numerous talks on the same freaken topic on several occasions. I’m almost psychic enough to know what you’re gona talk about next.

Till then.
Hugs and kisses.

Hmm.. now that I’ve been tagging along with Fairuz for meetings here and there, it’s like.. fun and insightful to see how other people in the industry is working. As of late, we’ve been to and fro to Cannery, Sentosa and town to meet up with various people to plan for the next big event by Oops!.

It’s like, now I really know that networking is the key factor in this media/ events industry. For example, you’re planning a party, and you need more sponsors to come in. So you know this friend of yours working in this company and might be keen on collaborating. And you know a friend of a friend and it goes on and on. In short, you get better deals and it’s much easier to get them and stuff.

I was already visualising an awesome theme for the upcoming event (which had to be kept confidential still) BUT, the higher ups burst our bubbles and we somehow had to come to a compromise such that both parties are agreeable. Too bad that we’re living in a country tied down to conservativeness and all that shit. Don’t get me wrong. The P likes the idea of students planning such events and we have his support. Just that his main concern was that some parents might still be too conservative. Even the Lollipop! party held just recently saw beloved traditional parents calling up and e-mailing, addressing concerns on what message the institution is trying to convey by planning a party in a popular nightspot. Note that no alcohol was served that night.

Ouh come on uncle, face it. We’re not living in the 1930s anymore. We just wana bring across the message that hey, SP students do study, produce good grades and still be the first choice polytechnic and we do know how to have fun too. And if that’s considered “harmful” to you, the more your child will try going against you.

I was just waiting for a complaint letter to be published in the papers about that day. Haha.

It’s six in the morning on a monday. I’m still wide awake. Prolly partly because I was with my friends over cups of teh peng at the coffeeshop, talking about world affairs to politics and then to spooky ghost stories and the supernaturals. And maybe partly because I spent my weekends at home and hibernated far too long.

June’s coming up real soon. And as I’m counting the days to being enlisted, there are still far too many stuff that I would love to do before the sixteenth. I mean, of course it’s not the end of me, but it’s the end of freedom what.

Graduation’s gona be this Wednesday. I will be graduating, with a Diploma in Multimedia Technology in hand. It would also be the time I see my coursemates again, after weeks and months of us minding our own business, going our separate ways. It would be nice to see them again. =)

I’ll be meeting my secondary school girl friends for a round of sheesha coming Friday. There’ll be lots of catching up to do. Well I can’t wait for Thursday too aniways. I miss movie-going with Geeky. I miss the intellectual talks and insightful knowledges we share. Arsehole, go study so far until Budapest (pronounced as boo-dha-pesh according to him) there. Heh. I bet he’s probably sculpting something in class or studying on Da Da.

Gawsh, been coming home late every time. Most of the time reaching home still in good condition. Hah. The long overdue Mummy’s Day present still have not been bought. The treat for the family to Carousel had been postponed numerous times. I’m owing people up to thousands. I plan to do stuff, and it gets postponed again and again and again and again.

The feeling horribly sucked la. I can’t even go out without having to think on how I can spend my five to ten-buckeroos-a-day to take me from lunch to going out. I’m working yet I can’t even splurge on anything. Instead I have to still get moolah from the parents. How fucked up would that be.

It’s morning. I can see the sun peeping its way up, the public buses revving up and working people gearing up for a Monday blue. I’m gonna be up, and planning with the rest for the upcoming event. I don’t know why am I included in the planning stages when I won’t be there anymore during the executing phase. *shrugs*

Well I miss you I really do.
And I say it like I mean it.
Cuz I’m right here waiting for you.

It’s safe enough to sleep peacefully minus the thoughts of those spooky ghost tales being told hours ago over the cup of teh peng.

It starts in my toes,
And I crinkle my nose.
Wherever it goes I’ll always know,
That you make me smile.
Please stay for a while now.
Just take your time,
Wherever you go.

From Jamaica to the world,
this is just love,
this is just love,
Yeah!

Feel the love generation,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Feel the love generation,
C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon yeah….