grad 2004.
graduation finally came, though with not much pomp and fanfare. it felt more like a formality, a passing out parade, a proper last chance to say our goodbyes.
i figured everyone would be dressed in monotone solids and opted for a floral-printed shirt. my choice was a wise one- every one else was clad in horrors- noir et blanc fitting only for a funeral parlour! no wonder my initial hyperactivity- bouncing from row to row causing minor disturbance to random people, soon ran out and i was dozing off until it was my turn to collect my scroll from the stage.
i will miss Mr Maheantharan, and i wish there weren't so very many of us graduands receiving our scrolls from him so that he could have afforded more than that foggiest strain of recognition of me.
blasted heels and bubbly blisters, i fell on the stairs outside foodcourt 4 but thankfully landed nicely in a seated position. three-inch heels are really quite a killer ordeal, especially with all the required walking of the day.
the NS boys have all but mellowed, except mr diaz who was prancing around with his 7-finger salute. (you have to see it to believe it.)
short convo with chris voon over lunch that left me something i've been thinking about. "it's not how much power you have, but who recognises that power you have."
walking into the DMS, i was hit by a sense of nostalgia and deja vu. it's no wonder, with all the time i've spent in there, almost my second home through the MISPC internship, and all the mischief we've been up to, cutting su-babe's hair, flopping around in our padded hotel slippers, huddling together while eating and watching C.S.I and spirited away, as well as our nerve-wrecking presentations to Leo and Miss Low for our target concepts. *winks at aql*
A: "one thing about you is that you shoot first and think later."
B: "thank God i'm not a man!"
(actual identities will not be supplied.) the dory cried after being hugged by each of us- you emo thing you! but thank you for remembering and coming up with an answer for me. you will be duly credited in my article. :)
i spotted mosaic tiles above the mirror in the toilets and newly-revamped water cooler corners, little changes that make for alienation and strange outsider feelings. a meal of my favourite vegetarian noodles and a one-dollar bagful worth of the fried-flour-goodness later, i found myself talking to eleanor who was deathly envious of my graduating and going shopping on namecards. if she really knew, i highly doubt she'd be.
such is human nature and as i often get repetitive, we will only treasure when we miss. didn't get many pictures from the day but the dory was right, everything that passes just becomes another chapter in life, ready to be preceeded by the next.
for a certain sexy bunny:- i can't seem to get a definite answer to whether spiny anteaters/echidnas have beaks or snouts. some websites even state they're the same but it can't be, can it. help, anyone who knows!
i figured everyone would be dressed in monotone solids and opted for a floral-printed shirt. my choice was a wise one- every one else was clad in horrors- noir et blanc fitting only for a funeral parlour! no wonder my initial hyperactivity- bouncing from row to row causing minor disturbance to random people, soon ran out and i was dozing off until it was my turn to collect my scroll from the stage.
i will miss Mr Maheantharan, and i wish there weren't so very many of us graduands receiving our scrolls from him so that he could have afforded more than that foggiest strain of recognition of me.
blasted heels and bubbly blisters, i fell on the stairs outside foodcourt 4 but thankfully landed nicely in a seated position. three-inch heels are really quite a killer ordeal, especially with all the required walking of the day.
the NS boys have all but mellowed, except mr diaz who was prancing around with his 7-finger salute. (you have to see it to believe it.)
short convo with chris voon over lunch that left me something i've been thinking about. "it's not how much power you have, but who recognises that power you have."
walking into the DMS, i was hit by a sense of nostalgia and deja vu. it's no wonder, with all the time i've spent in there, almost my second home through the MISPC internship, and all the mischief we've been up to, cutting su-babe's hair, flopping around in our padded hotel slippers, huddling together while eating and watching C.S.I and spirited away, as well as our nerve-wrecking presentations to Leo and Miss Low for our target concepts. *winks at aql*
A: "one thing about you is that you shoot first and think later."
B: "thank God i'm not a man!"
(actual identities will not be supplied.) the dory cried after being hugged by each of us- you emo thing you! but thank you for remembering and coming up with an answer for me. you will be duly credited in my article. :)
i spotted mosaic tiles above the mirror in the toilets and newly-revamped water cooler corners, little changes that make for alienation and strange outsider feelings. a meal of my favourite vegetarian noodles and a one-dollar bagful worth of the fried-flour-goodness later, i found myself talking to eleanor who was deathly envious of my graduating and going shopping on namecards. if she really knew, i highly doubt she'd be.
such is human nature and as i often get repetitive, we will only treasure when we miss. didn't get many pictures from the day but the dory was right, everything that passes just becomes another chapter in life, ready to be preceeded by the next.
for a certain sexy bunny:- i can't seem to get a definite answer to whether spiny anteaters/echidnas have beaks or snouts. some websites even state they're the same but it can't be, can it. help, anyone who knows!