Graduation

I've decided that this day is so fussed over (by me) that it deserves a mentioning in my recently empty blog.

I've officially graduated.

To tell the truth, it's really a Happy-Sad feeling. I love being called an NUS undergraduate. I love the student discounts that you get when you produce the NUS matric card. I love it that I only "function" for 3-4 days out of a week, because my academic timetable is always arranged to be such. And I love it that I can trample the central walkway in my pretty heels and mini skirt everyday, and feel completely at ease.

But most of all, I love my teachers and friends, whom I have learnt so many things directly or indirectly. I love my subject, and how in NUS, it opened my mind to show me how it's actually not a stuffy, boring antiquated subject that is meant for professors with thick specs and long dusty nose (from burying inside the thick history books). I love the school. I dunno what else I love, but I love it.

But enough of my love for my alma matter. This post is about my graduation.

Yea, so that day began with a frenzy in the house when my parents and my brother were busying themselves with ironing their 'Sunday Bests'. It was a blitering hot day, and I could feel my carefully made up face craking under the heat. I had taken care not to put too much make up, but just enough to portray that rosy cheeked, fresh-faced graduate look. Okie, but the stupid singapore heat had to mess it up, so that by the time I put on the motarboard (ie the square hat), my hair was already sticking to my face, and I wasn't looking so fresh faced liao.


Me. The Reluctant Graduate.



That's me on the stage being award the scroll. Which my lil' brother destroyed shortly after I came out of the hall.



Pwah!!! Bitch fight! Actually this is the work of le brother. SOmehow he stupidly, irritatingly twisted some fibre inside the scroll after he held it in his hands for 10 minutes, and afterwhich I couldn't open it. And that's us trying to force it open.



Still trying...



And then when it burst open, the inside was almost pulverized. Thanks ah...I'll make sure I destroy his scroll in about 15 years time. And see? The big kukunaden had the cheek to be cheering in the background.


But complaints aside, it was still a heart-warming event, a commemoration of the 3 years, I've spent in Uni, as one of the best years in my life. No kidding. There were friends, who made it so fun to go to school, although nerdy me likes going to school to study anyway...



That's Eileen, and together we have a favourite common gossip topic. It's too private to mention here though. And she's the ONLY nice JCRC in hall. She got honours oKAY!!!!



That's the group I always have history classes with. And in some tutorials, we surf internet, look at clothes, look at dunnowhatcock stuff and laugh over caricatures of a certain somebody. Okie I better hope that no lecturers read my blog now...That's Laurence, Jacelyn, me, yirang and Lay peng



This is Akbar, whom I will always remember as the one who wanted to work in Ministry Of Manpower to catch the illegal Bangrahs...Hummm


Not to forget my fellows within the Al-Qaeda and Soviet network, hurhurhur...budden those are too smart, and they need to do honours to justify their brains la. So they only graduate next year(with HONOURS; I'm graduating with MERIT ONLY), and so no grad photos with them.
Pity, my favourite lecturers weren't there to take pictures with me, and although Lockhart is really nice, but I didn't do so well for his modules that I don't dare to ask him for a picture.

Oh and my bestie, Laura deserves a whole section all by herself. Because I didn't tell her that I was commencing because I only had 2 tickets, and I thought it would be quite cock to ask her down only to tell her that there were no seats for her. But she came down anyway and made me very very very happy. See, this is what best friends are like...She offered to be with you in significant stags of your lives. Wah so touched that she came down all the way by MRT just for me to take pictures with her. I mean really thanks alot babe! To show that i really appreciate it, I have to put alot of her pictures here.


Here's to Laura who tolerated alot of my nonsense through out our years in school. Hey we've always been in the same school since we became best friends!!! But really, I was rreally over the moon/sun/mars when you sms-ed me to say you didnt want to miss it.




We had memorable moments during UNion Camps here, and I remembered her coming over to arts during one lunch time. We had yoghurt and talked about sad stuffs. Tee Heeh...



And zhiyou who has stood by me through thick and thin, big and small, bad mood mornings, smelly breaths, and embarrassing farts. I envisioned him at my graduation when we first got together, and here he is! E-appy. I love my Mao mao!


I'm not supposed to show this picture, but what the hell, it's funny. He looks funny. Heeh.


See, I'm Happy...Yay! And I look Pretty!!!


And then, there is my family. Coincidentally, it was my lil' brother's bday as well that day.
After all that we've been through, Mummy, Daddy, I've finally graduated!!! Although I am still miserably unemployed now, at least you don't have to worry about footing my school fees of a fucking 6000 plus each year. Hurhurhur...






I love my Daddy. Strangely, I'm not one of those girls who are very close to their moms. Throughout my growing up years, I've always felt that my dad was my pillar of strength, my role model, and I've always thought he was easier to confide in.
Not that I don't love my mom, but she never seemed to be the kind of woman I'd wanna grow up to be. So I am closer to my dad.



Okie this toilet is memorable because I OCCASIONALLY steal toilet paper from here to supply my own diminishing stock back in hall.




And I'll defitely miss the quiet corridors of my department, which I'll occassionally troop in to hand in my papers, or sneak in to hand in my very late papers, or drag my feet in to collect those papers which I didn't think I did so well, or meekly glide through to see my various lecturers abouot various things. I cannot remember if I've ever mentioned that the history department has no lift, and yet it's at the highest level in the building. I think that the school thinks that history is at the opposite end of technology, hence we don't get lifts. %#$@!!!




It's been a long time since I uploaded pictures in my blog. And this entry really took sooo long to blog. So read it slowly and appreciate it okay... Read it again if you really like it...and again. Cos it really took me damn long to load all those photos.

THANK GOD IS FRIDAY!!!!

Friday means the end of Communicasia 2007. This year I had the fortune/misfortune/fortune in disguise of working for Sony Ericsson. The girls whom I worked with were really lovely people. It was just too bad that our costume this year sucked, and we had no way to compete with those models from SAMSUNG and LG. And plus, we had to be there earlier than most, left later than most (because of some dumb-fucked debrief everyday idunnoforwhat), and we were paid less.

Paid less means less enthusiasm, less makeup (because makeup is expensive) and no fake eyelashes. Oh and ermm messy hair. Siao...as I was complaining the whole week, if you had to wake up at 7.30am everyday would you zhng your hair nicely? I wouldn't unless they paid me a bomb. And have I already mentioned, uniform ugly, face very nice also no use. PLus pay less means no touch up of make up after lunch. So those media that caught me after my lunch break, well too bad for me lor...

Budden there were advantages to my ugly lab-like costume. For one, the white blazer kept us warm while all other girls from other companies were shivering in their skin. We got to wear sneakers (because 4 days of exhibition on heels is A KILLER), and because our uniforms were so un-glam and un-modelly, we could pass off as staff, albeit very young ones. So I actually put that to my advantage, because when a certain someone from my ex-agency came up to me, I told her I was a staff from SE, and not a model.

Apart from the being slaved promoter style and media-whored by the company, and looking ugly, I'm happy it's froday because it means I am finally moving home. Throughout the whole exhibition period, it made sense to stay at ZY's place because he stayed sooooo near the expo. BUDDEN it's very stressful to stay at his house.

It's stressful enough to have so many rules at work. THen when you come back home, there seemed to be more 'cleanliness' rules. Something about the correct angle of the slippers in the kitchen, the hallway, the correct direction of the tap to use, the towels, the 'dirty' and 'clean' rules, having to wash your hands with dettol for touching every nitty things. Urghh i swear I can go crazy here.

Sure, I do appreciate that he and his parents really took care of me while I was there, but me being me, I hate rules. Period. And I cannot even hug Xiaobai after I've bathed because he's considered dirty. I cannot remember rules, especially those small minute details that I took for granted. Plus 'cleanliness' in his house is defined in microscopic terms. So although I have been to his house 108439424 times, I can never manage to remember what is what and how is how.

So I am glad...

I got quite substantial moolah just by doing nuthin' but sleep on my bed till half past 12 today. The photographer whom I had scheduled a shoot with called in at about 10 to cancel the shoot for some other appointments. I would have been in a raging fit and Kaobei nonstop if someone just fly my aeroplane last minute like that, but because he pacified me by nicely initiated that he compensate me via IB tmr morning, I was sweetly lulled back to sleep after sms-ing him my bank account.

So I decided to do something nice today. I cooked a feast for my dad and baby-sitted my lil' brother by bringing him out for grocery shopping and to eat shilin oyster meesua.

Oh and we bought big fresh strawberries for Daddy-kins. because I told ma lil' bro that we'd be cooking a father's day dinner for my dad in advance. My lil bro was so excited that he came out with wacky ideas for the party. In the end we settle for strawberry jelly cheescake.

Tampex Sucks, O.B. by J&J rules.

You want updates? You got updates!!!

Oh or did you mean my reaction to a certain..... LETTER?

You want to know if I cursed and swear and tore out my hair over that little piece of 'threat' that you thought was smart of you?

Too bad for you, not much excitment as you thought it would ignite.

I simply handed it to the police.

We'll hear from them soon.



Basically, nothing much...

Oh and btw, don't need to use this kind of I know where you stay kinda shit to scare me. I hardly go home.
And anonymous.com doesn't work

*BURP*

And just to let people who are very intersted in my blog know, I am pretty well connected. Policeman, MOE officers, NIE lecturers, journalists, lawyers, etc.
*Ponders for a second) Hmmm maybe not losers. No I don't remember any losers.... Yea defintely no losers.

I know it's unfair... Too bad.

**BURPS**

I love almost everything from Salvatore Ferragamo. Not Prada, not Gucci not LV. Ferragamo. If only they will sponsor me...Right...*knocks myself on the head*

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A couple of days ago, an ex rang me up, and asked me if he could bring me out for dinner to 'catch up' since the exams are over. I was kind of guarded when he said that especially after a shitty, draggy breakup almost 3 years ago, and tried to think of a nonsensical no answer kinda answer, . Besides, I'm not the type who believes in keeping in contact with the ex, because the platonic feeling can never exist. Not if I once cared for this person, not if I once could feel jealous over a person's actions.

And what could we talk about? The weather? Our latest module/lecturer/school? It would be like blowing horns to the cow (Esp since I'm already ZY's mao cow), because he's from engine and I study history. I hate engine stuff, and he has absolutely no interest in mine either. Common friends? We had none. Our current partner, or partners ever since each other? I don't think I want to know... And to pretend that I'm really interested in would require quite an act. Seriously, I don't know how to behave when it comes to ex-bfs. I dunno where I stand, and the slightest glint in the eye could be taken as flirtation, because after all, we were ONCE attracted to each other. We could always sit down and PRETEND and act nonchalent, but the fact is when you see an ex's face, a text message, a stream of images from the past comes flooding back. You know you had a history.

I have been guilty of going back to the ex. Not this ex that I've mentioned above. Some other one(s). And it all came from meeting the ex for a dinner or a drink or something like that. Because it all seemed so harmless, "nah, he's just an ex, we've broken up, we're just friends. Nothing more" SO you let your guard down, because this is someone whom you've used to trust; whom you must have enjoyed your drinks with and whose scent you find so familiar that you just want to re-experience the feeling of melting into his arms. Even if it's just for a while. And suddenly you find yourself making out with someone whom you've supposedly sworn your hands off ever after.

If my instincts were correct, this ex cheated on his then gf to be with me. Either that or their relationship was on the rocks before I came and charmed him away from her. But this newer gf had just came into Uni, and like all not so ugly girls who had just stepped into Uni, she had a hoard of suitors. It didn't help that she had just started her modelling career, she was a fresh face and she met cute guys with amazing bods and 6-packs who calls her "cutie" and "sweetie" and "darlin", or rich towkays who drives mercedes and invites her to expensive restaurants and offer her a position as their mistresses. It didn't help that it was near V-day when we just got together, and most of the gifts that I had received from other guys surpassed his in monetary value. So he got insecure, and I think he started to miss HIS ex, and frequently compared me to her. (except of course I'm like 10X hotter in my own opinion). Somehow, his ex calls him up more than I do, and feeds him with information about how she saw a guy had his hands on my waist,and how some of her friends saw me at MArche with another guy. Finally, he used these as an excuse and broke up with me. I was truly heartbroken.

Later I heard from some friends that he had gotten back together with THAT ex of his, whom he had broken up to be with me.

Then while I was still mulling around in my own thoughts, he msged back again and asked me if I was seeing anyone at the moment, carefully adding a I'm just curious after some obvious after-thoughts. So I replied saying "Yes, why?"

ANd this what what he said, "Nothing really, I bought a pair of tickets to a concert and I thought it wouldn't be nice to bring you out on a date if you were seeing someone =p"

WTF...

I'm flying off to the land of hot (or not) beetlenut girls, and XXXL chicken steak, supposedly fantastic shopping, and erm...err....crazy politicians who whack each other in parliament. The last one is really none of my business.
I'm going there to smell the air soon...so See ya'll!!

I was wondering if I should update my blog as I travel or should I wait till I come back, because knowing the photowhore that I am, I'd be taking lotsa lotsa lotsa photos. And If I were to upload them all at once, the dumazz blogger is sure to hang on my again.

Actually it doesn't matter, cos I'm going on a holiday. So much to pack, then un-pack, then pack again. Sigh

Exams are out! And I am Happy-Sad.

Happy-Sad because this could very well be my last exam, and yet I think I didn't do too well for today's paper.

Happy-Sad also because if I didn't do too well, but well enough to pass, this will really be my last paper. Last paper = graduate = no more exams

Happy-Sad also because if the 2nd happy-sad was true, I'd have finally reach the end of my looooooong academic path. The bitter sweet feeling of possibly leaving this life that I've led for the past 21 years is coming to an end. No more exams ever again is a good thing, but I don't wanna leave school, and I kinda I wanna do my honours. So I'm Happy-Sad.

I dunno why I'm writing like a retard now...I sure hope I didn't write like this in my paper just now. Oh but I can't remember what I wrote. Too tired.
We're watching Spiderman tonight, and ZY is wearing his spidey shirt out to watch it. And I think he'll bring the spidey action figure. I'm just glad he hasn't manage to get a spidey suit from ebay.com, if not I'll wear a mask when I walk beside him.