journeys 2013
grad show rendered me emotionally spent. there were lots of things going on everywhere, oh man where do i start? from reporting at an unreasonable time of 930am for the briefing and spending a hyped up 2 hours setting up our booths afterwards, to the 4 hour break that turned into an excuse for retail therapy, and then coming back to school for the evening's grand show. the day bascially melted into these 4 major events.
yeah maybe everyone thought very little of this day, but it indeed proved to be one of the most significant events in our poly life. "this is 3 years of hard work rolled into one night" i thought this as i put up my group's poster on the stand. despite the poor response leading to the cancellation of the afternoon show everyone retained an indiscernable positivity; and i'm glad we did. parents, adjunct lecturers, best friends guested, and the draggy late afternoon gave way to the pleasant hum of chatter in the evening.
four of my coursemates came together to take us through 3 tormentous, nail biting, but wonderful years in a 30 min performance that put us in tears. they depicted with surreal preciseness our feelings through the various high and low points in that span of time, so much so that it evoked a certain kind of nostalgia. which is probably their intention anyway, besides celebrating the end of a chapter. but i wish they hadn't put together a slideshow of our unglam pictures tho that was just a cheap attempt at revenge ok lecturers
in short, grad show was a day charged with emotions. there wasn't a second where i didn't witness loud laughter or silent tears (joy and poignancy reigned among others). whilst appreciating the view of my surroundings: my coursemates in formal attire, lecturers brimming with pride and their smiles almost falling off their faces; i felt something tug at my heartstrings. i've watched everyone in that room grow and they, me, over so long. i still recall how everyone came in fresh faced and naive, hesitant but there's a gleam of eagerness that's almost imperceptible. and now i was in a room full of confident, effervescent young adults ready to embark on a new journey. it was an honour spending 3 years with these people, and that's one thing that i'm proud to say.
and so to end, a few words for a few special people: [disclaimer: since this is an especially meaningful post the pictures under the spoiler cut are also going to be proportionately meaningful in size]
[dadp/02]
dadp/02 '13: even if i had a choice i wouldn't give up this class for anything else. you guys have been nothing short of amazing and i'm so glad that we braved the storms together; be it sucky assignments, uncooperative groupmates, or lecturers who made us want to pull our hair out. and there were a lot of those amirite lol. it's remarkable how practically everyone had a growth spurt and become either more good looking or (((less))) (okay it's more of the former la) and even now we're still sharing/ commenting on photos from uniform day/ stereodadpical/ random days.... and then there are those photos that you never want to see the light of day. and let's not talk about the class outings that eventually became a small group gathering of 10 or less SHAME ON YOU PANGSEHS SMH + the class whatsapp group that's not really a class whatsapp group bc only like 8 people are in it. but all that don't justify the gratitude i have towards everyone of you for being my classmates and weathering my highs and lows with me. thank you.
[ctpp]
ctpp '12: you're another group of people i cherish and want to protect with my soul. although we've spent less time together as a group i feel that we've made as much memories as that of a class has in 3 years. ctpp was part exciting and part trying and i still seek comfort in the knowledge that all of us had worked towards the same goals. i met so many different (but great) personalities and it was an immense joy getting to work with all of them, not to mention forging unconventional friendships. the women of hamlet was undeniably a success, and while for a handful of us our dreams were realised on that small but dynamic stage, the rest of us found accomplishment backstage as part of the production crew. and try as i might i still fail to forget what happened after the show, but that also means that i remember that you guys were there to back me up and made sure i was okay. one and a half years couldn't have been more magical. thank you.
[spartans]
my homies: this is hard to say and i hope none of you read this loljk but i would be an extremely lonely sap without you all. i understand that we're all not as close as we were at the beginning and that's honestly a bitter pill to swallow. anyway i'm sure that you think i'm not an easy person to be around with bc my mood oscillates between feeling like a kicked puppy and lindsay lohan on cocaine. nonetheless, i'm glad that you've been there for me when i needed you and i hope our friendships mean more than just a speck in this weird galaxy we're residing in. we're a deviant mix of crazy, irrational, italics and underline. and strangely we fit just nice. thank you, for everything.