i feel that ngee ann poly’s graduation certification looks more valuable and professionally done as compared to nus’… but i enjoy the smaller and cosier settings for nus (balloons, superb speeches, making faces/cheering for strangers).

ah yes, was sick. always fall sick during “crucial” moments such as graduation.

overall it was quite fabulous. my cousin is the coolest – i think she is the overall events coordinator – she instructed professional photographers to take my pictures, got 4 VIP tickets for my family, got me the stage pictures for zero dollars! ah… the perks!

hmm… such “sisterly” acts are almost non-existent in my life. i wished my own sister was not always so selfish and preoccupied with her own needs. i cannot recall a single moment where… she had actually pampered me so sad.  ah yes, there were birthday gifts and outings… yet most of the time is about getting suck into HER problems and getting blamed/seeing others getting blamed if they disagree with her iam so sad.

ah well, nevermind. my mum, dad, bik yah and ehsan were my VIP guests i love them all! and thanks to bik mas who lent us her car for the day… i could see that my dad was really happy that he got to drive once again. he loves to drive… a comfort and relaxing zone for him. he is a superb driver and i think, he knows it… we went to sent bik yah home, then siglap mosque to pray…. then all the way to changi village to eat… sent ehsan to pasir ris camp to do his visa thingy… then sent him back him… stopped over at esso to get sickly me panadol… then sent me home… they went on to fetch my grandparents to visit my granduncle and grandaunt at telok blangah… like WOW right!

i am not really in the mood to blog about much details on my graduation.

i suppose i feel a little empty… something like… okay then, “so what’s next?”

to pursue something that you are really passionate about is not always easy. not everyone has the means/chance/choice to step back from life and reflect… not everyone gets to fulfil their original dreams… most have obligations and the constant pressure to perform in a desirable way, based on expectations of others.

i suppose there is a reason why dreams are called dreams… they are just a list of standards, not really meant to be fulfilled… yet we hope… we plant beautiful flowers around them… we glorify them…

ah cynical, i am? nah, just realistic.

reminder to myself: going night festival this friday, meeting shikah, gwen, mei and kei at dhoby 6.30pm.

funny quote for the moment: KEI – science guys are “pure”.

so. fass ppl are corrupted is it?!