It's hard to sum Graduation Night up in a few words, but it does bring to mind Sinatra's 'and so the end is near and so I face the final curtain', and of course Miss Narinda and the Sinatra Doctrine.
I didn't exactly get things 'my way' in CJ, with Bro Paul getting me to remove my braids during the first week in school, and him telling me to 'snip off that horrible rat tail' if I wanted to stay on. And I didn't get into tennis, neither did I ever complete a whole History paper [sadly, it was still the case during the A's].
But hell, I'm glad I went to CJ and not elsewhere like ANU's fashion design.
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Darlings, the prom night photographs are up, but Hello has been overfed and so 24 more have to be kept til tomorrow before I can next upload them. My apologies!
Also note the dying enthusiasm. Haha I uploaded them backwards.
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Dippy and I suntanned at Sentosa the next day. I got to have my brie cheese and turkey ham loaf from Delifrance so I was a happy belly. And Battle of the Wits [the Chinese movie starring Andy Lau as the undefeatable hero] is pretty good.
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And it was fab catching up with Dearie at Coffee Bean, then my favourite boys at Billy Bombers. They're still as full of shit as ever.
Haan: Sorry I'm late, I had something on.
Herman: You mean a hard on?
Well, some things never change.
9:58:00 pm