Wednesday, August 10, 2005 home sweet home.I can't believe I'm home, after being away for so long. Too much had happened, and there's so much to say that I don't really know where to start. But anyway, there are too many photos for me to upload online, and separately onto the blog, so I'm just going to put up a few. First of all, these are the moving-out-of-Canterbury-Hall photos:
And now for my graduation photos in London. It was held at the Barbican Centre, which also happens to be the mingest building around AND the place where I accumulate those horrendous library fines. I bear no love for that place. NONE. We were among the last few to go up on stage to do the customary hand-shake with Dr So-and-So-and-So as we graduated with a Bmus and not a BA. So we have that cyan blue ribbon thingy, and the rest of the KCL had a dirty-brown colour. Ha. Headed down to Smollensky's and Roadhouse later that night, where we had loads of fun and..er... fond memories! [Mary, Lou, you guys know what I'm talking about!] Had your usual pissed-drunk characters and delightful scandals, so grad night was an unmitigated success! My sister is about to breathe fire down my neck, we're supposed to go out for dinner. Like, now now NOW. In the meantime, I've uploaded some other pics here, and I still have about 200-odd to upload. ARGH! More to come soon! It's taken me a while, and two-plus weeks of touring to put things into perspective. I'm actually stronger than I thought I was, or maybe just even more apathetic than I thought I was! But you know what? Life is good. I'm truly happy. she procrastinated @ 17:47 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies feeling peaky. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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