Caps, Gowns, and Kingdom of Lawbots

Last Thursday I had my graduation ceremonies in school. Two, to be exact. One is bigger, thrown by the university and all that. The second one is from the faculty itself.

I had a mixed feelings about them.

Part of it because I graduated one year later than my plan so I might not be as excited as I've hoped for. 70 or so younger kids (those who were born on 1988 and 1989) also graduated and they're all cheery and bubbly and you got me, along with 25 people from my class (yes the older people) scowled from time to time and complained about how hot it was.

But it doesn't mean I'm not happy though, because I am. FINALLY I'M OUT. Well, I was out already since I passed that fateful thesis presentation in front of my professors back in April but the ceremonies made it official right? I'M FINALLY OUT OF THE KINGDOM OF LAWBOTS. It felt SO GOOD. If you've read my blog for a while, you might know how that place has its own ways to sit on me, pin me down, and make me tear up. And not in a sexy way.

They say I'm gonna miss it. Uh, yeah, okay, maybe one day in a very distant future.

The university ceremony was pretty long, starting at 9 am. I woke up at 6 am because I hired a stylist to do my make up and hair. In Indonesia, girls wear traditional costumes / kebaya under their gowns instead of regular dresses and these usually require certain hairstyle that you can't do yourself. Unless you're really, really good at doing your hair. I got sweaty by the time I put on my gown and sit in the super-crowded main hall with the fellow graduates from all the faculties in my university. The ceremony was pretty moving though, in a way, although all we had to do was sit and mostly listened to sleep inducing speeches. We had freshmen in second floor singing for us and an orchestra. Pretty magical, you know?

The faculty ceremony was longer, but better, a bit more intimate with friends and professors swarming around congratulating us. When they called out my name, I kinda got the urge to cry and salto at the same time. Cheesy. We got more singing, more speeches, and a lot of pictures taken. What else? Oh, my mom couldn't stop taking pictures so I had to hide from her a bit. Then she ping me constantly during a speech from the dean because I fell asleep with my mouth half open and hands on my blackberry. Good times.

What did you remember about your last graduation ceremony?

Did you get bored at some point or am I just that bad of a person? No, don't answer it.

Classic shot with the Dean

I don't have many pictures with my cap on because I couldn't really put it on right and I kinda destroyed it in the end. I spilled orange juice on it.

Lazy Sunday

It's Sunday! What have you guys been up to?

I've been writing a few times for other websites week.

One is for the hiphop website in East Java, Indonesia. I wrote about the review of my event organizer's last Block Battles event. You can read it here.

Another one is pretty personal, actually. But in case you're interested just shoot me your email in the comment box and I'll tell you the link.

Have a great day, my lovelies.

Rollercoaster Ride

In the past few weeks, I have:

• decided that no matter how stressed out I am, I'm not gonna chop my hair short.

• planned to take three different courses to get an advocate license, capital market lawyer license, and sworn translator license next year (ambitious, I know, I'm annoyed at myself).

• realized that I should join a gym again. I haven't had proper work outs these days and I feel grande.

• actually admitted that Angelina Jolie is pretty cool in Salt

• found myself a guilty pleasure tv show to watch, and guilty pleasure songs that I listen to a lot. Example?
  

• done a lot of thinking about my life and how I want my future to be like. I'm currently working on not getting so emotional and prioritizing myself more, that I can't count on anybody to take care of me and be responsible for my happiness but myself. It's not gonna be so easy, yes, and I might fail from time to time but that's how I'm gonna learn.

• done more work alongside talented local and international DJ's
  
  
  Rocking X(S,M,L) Fashion Show After Party with DJ Fullscale
  
  
  

Me and DJ Twist at Domain

• spent more time with old friends and new friends, not as often as I want but I'm still feeling grateful

• known how my life is going to look like at least in a year. Remember I told you about an interview for trainee associate position in my office? I GOT IT!!! I'm just waiting to sign the papers now and I will start on August 30th. This is TOTAL HAPPINESS.

Now how are you guys doing? Thank you for sticking around when I was on a bit on hiatus. I can't ask for more amazing blog friends!


Love,

Because I Can't Be Any More Embarrassing

Like, seriously. How embarrassing it is that I actually like this show?

This is why I always, always have to keep myself occupied. I'm a very curious human being, and very easily impressionable.

It was a random Sunday afternoon, I hadn't showered (hahaha) and I had nothing to do. So I figure I would take a little trip to the DVD store, just to see what they have, right? So there I was, (with my loose t-shirt, tousled hair, and bright green spongebob squarepants shorts that would make the city's self proclaimed fashionistas tut-tutting and stare in disgust) randomly grabbing dvd's when I spotted it sitting proudly on top of the rack.

Kardashians, bimbos, cat fights, sex, and retardedness all around. See, I've figured what the show is all about when I saw big boobs and fake tans on the cover but does it stop me? NO! I walked out in shame with the complete season 1 of this craziness.

6 hours later I've finished all the episodes and I feel like I've sold my soul to the devil.

Why must something that's supposedly so BAD be so ENTERTAINING? Why do I get the kick out of seeing two sisters in name brand overly skimpy clothes do nothing but party every night, hump all the men in Miami, and gossip in their little shop with their equally tan, glossy lipped big boobed employees? Why? I mean, their vocabularies only revolve around "slore", "whore", "slut", "bone", "fuck", "shit" and such.

Imagine what my Asian grandma would say.

I think I have to go back to the store and get myself the season 2. WHAT.