hello...

i went for grad nite last night...
i cleared my books and notes... my table the day before...
and i'll probably be clearing the rest of my room in the next few days...

somehow i thought the feeling would be kinda different...

two weeks of clearing seems like a grossly inadequate finale to two years of blood and sweat...

and if i may say... an equally weird start to the next two years... of more sweat...

it's not supposed to work like this... i say it's all the fault of the mass media...
the end of adolescence... and the start of adulthood... is...
well... seriously overrated...
too many movies telling us that there's some magic going on when we turn eighteen and finish school... and we all start looking for magic in the air once the academics come to a close...

a sputter-and-die-close not a big-whoom-bang-close at that...

and the magic... pfft...

let's not even talk sputter...

so yes as i was saying... it was ather an anticlimax...
the night out after grad nite was fun... really...

but the night itself...

i don't really think it delivered on what it stood for...

maybe that's cos it don't stand for anything no more...
kinda sad yar... but it's also kinda true that life in general is getting to become more and more parochial... boring... everyday...

maybe it's not that the magic's lost and gone...

maybe it's just a turning eighteen thing...

maybe over years and years of this bee drone society's breeding and conditioning... we all have an inbuilt genetic switch labelled "Conformist And Boring"...
and in small captions below it... "Flick When Eighteen"...

thus the obsession with normalcy and conformism...
taking out earstuds...
dyeing hair back from right pink to copper to brown... and back to black...

and before we know it we'll all be tattoos-are-for-gangsters... long-haired-guys-are-failure-hippie-wannabes...
bright-dyed-hair's-for-school-dropouts...

so for all those who have had the inclination to something dastardly... whether to make a statement or just to freak your parents into way early retirement... but felt that little twinge in the back of your mind... that white-collar voice beginning to take root...

tell it to shove it...

in the mean time i'm gonna see if a goatee would suit me fine in my post NS years...
heh...