Graduation high tea was crap. Okay, I admit I wasn’t as keen as those who were thrashing the dance floor, but I still thought it wasn’t as good as it would have been if we had graduation NITE instead. I spent the whole morning watching VCDs and ended up being late for meeting my friend cuz my hair wasn’t really smiling today. Bad hair day, I guess. Then the heels which weren’t giving me any problem at all for the past few days were grinding at my ankles, trying to chew them off on the way to the Hilton. Got a few weird stares (from people who thought I was completely out of my mind) during the high tea. Food was okay, especially the very sinful cheesecake (haha I only had 1 piece). The MC was terrible at motivating people to play his games and I was practically bored to tears. Took photos and photos and photos, then I came home. This is so freaking lame. Lamest day of my life.
Chucking that aside, I’m still worrying about what I’m going to do next year. I have no direction, no passion for anything, no ambition whatsoever. I’m practically darting round nooks and crannies like a headless cockroach. Besides, I don’t even have enough choices to fill in the 12 options given. Pathetic. I’ve thought about many things, and things are getting wordy and obscure, so… I don’t know. I’ve only got myself to blame, if I had to, for not doing my utmost to secure a peaceful post exam rest without worries. Sh*t.
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