endless lit streets and paper cranes

i think the act of me writing "filial piety." for a 10 mark question today couldnt be more appropriate a marker of the last day of school (in a sense that i dont have to physically go back to school).

it feels weird, not in a bad way, just a it-feels-weird kinda weird. no more lecture halls, no more trudging up the hill to FMS cursing like i was a melting snowman, no more smoking with ____ in the stairwells at 56, no more sticking of voodoo pins into soap dolls fashioned into group mates' likeness and no more snickering at weird ass outfits (including my own).

for the sake of TRYING to invoke some sense of nostalgia -something ruiming claims i do not have- i went to read the very blog post i wrote regarding school.

it seemed i liked lectures (good god), managed to destroy my ipod mini by failing to cap a bottle of 100 plus properly, went for track (my my!) and got pass not knowing how to use my laptop (which incidentally has really been through thick and thin with me the past 3 years).

it has been interesting. it's pretty hard to take that all there is to show for 3 years worth of blood, sweat, blackened lungs and $6000 is just a piece of paper that declares me as a Ngee Ann Mass Comm graduate.

now, about a month left to rack up as much internship gear -as ying puts it- possible, finish up driving for good, lose 5-10kg and catch up on all the sleep i've been missing out on the last 3 years.

after that, i'm off into the cold, cruel world to slog it out for minimum pay and (hopefully) maximum work experience.

and then i'll be done with Ngee Ann for good.

whoa.