I’m on a mission to lose 5 kilos.
Why?
Skirt pecah at work. Laugh la faggots.
I’m on a mission to lose 5 kilos.
Why?
Skirt pecah at work. Laugh la faggots.
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I’ve discarded my security blanket. Days of hiding behind my locks are now behind me. I’m a new woman. I kickass.
p/s: sorry for the shock, boo. i love you!!!
I was a walking sauna room. I refused to take off my gown in fear of a massive sweat patch on my back (specifically where I rather not find out). It was possibly the most boring ceremony in the world, but we held on out of mutual respect. Nobody walked out of the grand ballroom, it was civilised and dignified. The only disturbing thing was when Negaraku was played, almost nobody sang along.
I didn’t bring my camera. I was just leeching off other people’s memory disks, hehehe. The following pictures were taken with Dad’s camera.
Convocation 2006.
Academic procession
Dad and I.
Super zoom number 1: On stage.
Super zoom number 2: Receiving scroll.
Friends.
Dad, me and Mom.