light up, light up

As hard as it is to believe, today I had my last class. And I handed in my last project.

Does anyone remember our first? In my head, I seem to believe that it was a writcomm assignment. We had to answer some questions or some thing like that.

And look at how far we've come (:

For one, I know that the poly years has made everyone become very much more matured. And in the finding of one's maturity, one learns more about oneself. Here's a few examples:

1. I hate elitist people.
2. I hate stupid people who are not hardworking. Cause if they're hardworking, they're at least doing their work. You can't pe someone down for being stupid.
3. I hate a certain someone and everytime I look at that certain someone I think about how ugly that person is. But no, I don't hate the person because of the way the person looks, its much deeper then that.
4. I hate working my ass off and then not getting an A - and we all know how often that happens. It sucks sometimes having such good lecturers, they have such high expectations.
5. I hate people who talk alot and do shit. Just shut the fuck up and do some work already.

So yeah, that's the tip of the iceberg. I've basically learnt how to hate. I used to think that using the word hate was terrible. Like only the worstesterestesticles of my enemies deserved to be hated. I hate more liberally now - I love more liberally too.

I guess I've just become more passionate. You know how they always say that people who are passionate are unpredictable and have rather extreme moodswings - well I haven't gotten there yet. But if I spend enough time in the media industry, I'm sure I will.

I've also become much more real. The plastic, people pleasing person I once was has somehow disappeared.

Oh and I also hate people who blog about every single fucking thing that they did in the day. Its a blog, its not a log of the way that little Mei Ling spent her day. People like that should be zapped off the blogosphere.

To think I might not see those eyes,
makes it so hard not to cry,
and as we say our long goodbyes,
I nearly do.