Au Revoir Singapore Polytechnic!

Finally my graduation ceremony comes tomorrow. Drop by the tertiary institution at 1730 and you might see chicky me strutting down the sidewalks in my VERY NEW immaculate smart suit. It costs a bomb and I better hear at least one grandaunt appreciate it tomorrow. Three days of graduation ceremony, three sessions per day and mine had to commence on the last day, last session in the evening. Oh well. I will just think of it like some grand finale for the entire graduating batch of 2005.

Already I am feeling the jitters. What if I tripped and fall on stage while walking towards the guest of honor to claim my transcript? Worst still, what if my name was pronounced wrongly? I hate it when that happens (:[). Then I swear when I’m done with the formal proceedings, I am going to head straight for the announcer and strangle the hell out of him for ruining my night and perhaps if I feel better after that, I might offer him an English pronunciation crash class for ten minutes (he definately needs it :[). Then again, peace seekers will advice me to avoid any form of aggression on my big day and the better and wiser solution is to remind the broadcaster well before the start of the ceremony.

I can always proceed to kill him after that if he still makes a mistake.

It feels so good to meet up with old classmates again tomorrow. I should prepare my camera for these are some visual memories I would love not to lose (:D). Strangely, what used to be the day I yearn about during my three years suddenly seemed something I cannot bring myself to let go.


... ...


I can’t stand it when I get overly emotional and drown myself subconsciously into these annoying waves of nostalgia.