Haha oops I totally forgot I have a blog to maintain. Before it was like an evening ritual that I had to vent my anger before I could go to bed at night but somehow lately I have nothing to blog about. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad thing. It could mean that finally my life has come to a point of saturation where I am satisfied with everything I’ve got – or it could just mean that my life is almost routinely played out everyday and there’s absolutely nothing new to make my day a little more worthy of a blog post.

And the graduation didn’t help. I thought it would be a much more interesting event where I would want to cherish it for the rest of my life. But it turned out to be the most tiring thing I ever had to endure. Faking my smiles for people and looking all pretty under the piercing sun just so I could at least try to have the same experience as others. I even bailed the after-graduation party. I was too exhausted to get up and dress again for an event that I knew wouldn’t make any difference. What could you get out of it anyways? All we could do was just sit down have dinner and take more photos, which at that time it was a little too much for me to handle.

I know there’s one good thing coming up though, but until it is made official, I don’t wanna say it. Every time something good is about to happen and I blurt it out or hope for it too much before it does, it always turns out exactly opposite of what I wanted it to be.

So until then, hush hush.

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?

I’m so vain and I don’t care it’s my graduation my prerogative.

Today was the Graduation Photo Day at ABAC Bang Na Campus. It was torturing and fun at the same time. There were like mobs of camera guys around the campus, and each graduate was accompanied by their own it was so funny. When we had to go take the official photo, the security guards were like trying to keep all the photographers behind these police type barriers. And when we started posing in groups for these photographers, they were shouting out for our attention I felt like Lindsay Lohan.

Then my Cake Face started melting before the official photoshoot even started, and after it was done we couldn’t even leave when we wanted to because the traffic was horrendous.

There was this HUGE traffic jam since the morning long ass line all the way from the highway into ABAC! That’s a few kilometers of rows of cars full of no one but ABAC students and their parents.

My parents didn’t go though I told them not to come. So there were only me (of course), Taai who was my photographer for the day because P’ Nam’s got emergencies and last but not least Bua, who was my (for few minutes) driver, my stylist, my assistant, and of course my BESTEST OF BESTEST FRIENDs IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD (happy?)

Let me just say this as it’s my week, my graduation, and my blog.. Don’t I just look so darn pretty in these photos?

[Click to see the ultimate vanity]

Photo Credits: My beloved Nong Taai – contact me if you wanna book her.

We took 500 almost 700 photos in total digitally and a few by my new Holga and of course the ever-trustworthy Fisheye. The Holga will be done by Monday so for now just enjoy the few from Taai’s digital cam. I’ll put the rest up on Slide and they will all be in another vain post of mine coming next Sat on the real graduation day.

Edit: Lomos are here