Will be officially a working adult out of school by this time tomorrow.
Uni convocation will be somehow like what we went through in poly (I suppose), so nothing much to worry about. I recalled a mad rush and panic for preparation the night before poly commencement BUT somehow this time round I know I've reached the end of the edu journey hence it's only the paper that matter at the end of the day, and no one will remember how I look like on the day of the ceremony, yes, not even myself.

Yes, and my parents are more excited than me. Can you believe it?!

and the saddest thing of what I learnt these 22 years is that the easiest route to a better future is that passport (read: cert) that gets you across customs. The entry level to a hell lot of stuff.

and the reason behind that is the society we embrace. This practical yet moronic mindset of my fellow citizens that make us force ourselves into a certain mould so as to fit in, better.


alright. to the topic of work. I am now at legoland looking at systems that make my eyes crossed, somehow. and i go home at the end of the day feeling like i've been filled to the brim with stuff. For the time being, it is really exhausting. But i can foresee the sense of fulfillment that comes with experience.. and of course the moolah that flows in with the fatigue I'll accumulate as time goes. Well, what do you expect? ALL passion, no ka-ching $$ ? sorry. I've already been mould-ed. lolx