I was going through some of my files in the computer to get rid of things I don’t need.

I’m planning to ditch this old ass desktop soon. It’s slow, goes cuckoo sometimes and it’s just plain crap.

Then I found loads of old photos of me from my not-so-happy ABAC years.

Oh boy I could retrace all the posts I have made during those times and they would show nothing but whining and complaining.

Social life was non-existent (not that it has increased by much), love life was one big mushy mess after another, and school was overwhelming, especially when you realized everybody whom you thought you could trust betrayed you, leaving you alone with all the responsibilities and without a help.

I weighed 46 kilograms.

I was talking with Bua the other day about how much weight we have gained after school ended. Well, you no longer need to walk from one building to another for a class. You’re now bound to a desk with a constant supply of snacks within an arm’s reach.

OK I know snacking is my biggest problem and cutting it out would have also cut off a lot of inches on my body, but you know what I realized?

So what if I could fit into a tube-top without flabs bulging from my armpits. What was the point of being thin when you still couldn’t feel happier or more loved and wanted anyway?

I like my life now than the one I had when I was still at Uni. I now have people I know for sure that care about me, who I don’t have to go out of my character just to see if they would notice. The fact that I have lost my trust in so many people also made me more confident in what I do as I know I can trust me.

Bua was there the whole time and I think she can see that I am a much happier person as a chub now than when I was a stick.

I went for lunch today with two of my closest ABAC friends Zong and Bon and while we were just enjoying our Greyhound Cafe dishes at Siam Center, Zong just looked up and said to me, “Oh you remember Dew? You know the big dark skin guy in our class? He’s dead and buried last week.”

Like, come again? Dew is this, ok I’m not trying to disrespect the dead here but he was one of those obnoxious yet funny guys you gotta have around in college. He would always go after girls who would never in their life date a guy like him but he was everyone’s favorite because he was like a joker in our class. You could not NOT know Dew if you were in Commarts ABAC this past few years. I still remember one of my girlfriends complaining about how “P’ Dew” kept pestering her and we used to joke about him alot. I knew him, I knew his face, I knew his name and we exchanged words a couple of times as we had same classes quite few times, but I wasn’t one of his close friends. But it’s still as shocking to learn that someone you once knew just – died.

He was a reckless driver. He would speed just going into that narrow ABAC Hua Mak soi. He crashed his car somewhere near Don Muang and died instantly. He hit the back of his head and it wouldn’t stop bleeding. He was a Muslim so he had to be buried within 24 hours so everything wrapped up pretty quickly. I didn’t even know about it until today.

Dew was in his last year, last semester and was having his final exams. That’s how sad it is. He still had a few exams left to sit so his friends just brought some flowers and garlands to put at his exam seat.

I’ve been suspecting for quite some time already why some of my friends’ MSN names have “RIP” in it but I didn’t care to ask thought it was just a weird coincidence.

So Dew, RIP. Hope you’re having fun chasing some pretty ghost girls somewhere…

Edit: Pics are here at the bottom of this post.

Lots to tell lots to show but since no pics to show right now I’ll tell later.

Few things to flaunt…

I got to get up on the stage TWICE – one for my degree and one for my certificate of honor. Apparently I got 3.7 GPA the last year of college so I got an award for it. Though it’s not a Summa Cum Laude one with a gold medal wrapped around my degree, it’s still as cool.

Whan was there, my whole frigging fam was there. Friends I haven’t seen for ages were there and even my beloved BK writers were there. It was great it was tiring it was overwhelming and it was a really really LONG day. I couldn’t even party I was dead by 10PM you can ask Matt or Bua.

Will show you pics later.

Edit: Some ALL pics are here.
All of the ones I think I look awfully pretty in anyways.

Just a teeny mini micro little bit of a reminder…

Kitz Graduates TMR!!

Queen Sirikit Center, Asoke, 2PM.

Presents are not required but highly encouraged. No lame graduation bouquets please, I expect REAL EXPENSIVE MATERIALISTIC PRESENTS! Kidding!

Extensive partying follows. If you can’t come, you can catch me at Matt and Will’s Wrong Disco.

Just five days away from the real graduation and I’m having a cold again. I have yet to recover from the previous one and already I’m hit with another. Could this be a sign?

I have a feeling that the graduation might not be going as well as I had hoped. It has shown early signs of error since the photo day already. Turned out my perfectly caked up face could only withstand Bangkok’s heat and piercing sun only 10 minutes or so before it started melting. And the hair – my oh so 70s hair do which I paid B.400 for – should have lasted for a good 24 hours but apparently after I woke up I already started to look like I had just emerged from the nether earth.

Then P’ Nam had to face her horrible ajarns and could not make it as my photographer. Good thing Nong Taay came to the rescue otherwise the prettiness of my graduation photo would have to be determined by the ever-predictable quality of a Cybershot.

Oh and how come I have yet to showcase my new Holga snaps? Well apparently the lab that I go to doesn’t know shit about 120 medium format film. It’s not that I didn’t tell them that it’s in 120 format and in squares and not the regular triangles I did. I made it clear to them already and they still said sure.. no problem we’ll do it for you. Then came Monday – 2 days after I sent it for a “1-hour” service – I went to pick it up and all I got was my film. They didn’t know how to develop the film and they had to send it to the mother store, and apparently they didn’t know how to print the photos either. They could have told me earlier so I could it done somewhere else. I don’t even know if they ruined my film already or not we’ll have to wait and see when my mom’s done with the scanning.

Next week, the auditorium doors will be closed at 7AM sharp. So to be able to get there at Queen Sirikit Center before 7AM on a Saturday morning along with other million of ABAC students and their proud parents, that means I gotta leave the house at, the latest, 5AM. The other option would be to ride the MRT looking like a freak show with my cake face and black robe. Please tell me how I will ever be able to pull that off?

The whole ordeal will last more than 6 hours and we were told that we’re not allowed any toilet time. Gosh can you imagine? There are like million of graduates who will be getting their degrees on that day, and it’s not just us undergrads but also masters and PhD students. PhDs get theirs first, then masters students, and then us. And for Communication Arts, we’re the third from last to get our degree. Jeez. I should bring my iPod.

The most painful thing about it all is that, we’re seated by our first name, so for my name it starts with “AL” – that means I come 4th for Communication Arts after two honour students and another “AL” person, who is the last person on earth I wish to be seated next to on the supposedly happiest day of my life.

Many many wrongs won’t make this event right, will it?