A Graduate and Army of Fruitcakes.

Can anybody believe it? I have finally reach the next floor. Most people climbed ladders and stairs for it. I think i must had taken some elevator, because i don't want to graduate so early. I should be still climbing staircases toward this level while listening to ipod and playing games on a mobile play device. Anyway, yes i have graduated. Weee heee. Mark this down people.

Chew Ryan Kar Men graduated from University of Nottingham with Bachelor of Engineering (Honours) in Chemical Engineering with Environmental Engineering with a Second class upper.

Now, that i'm a graduate. Now, that i reach this level. I walked over to the register and signed up to joined the millions in the army of fruitcakes which are unemployed all over the world. I checked the queue while waiting for the receptionist with sexy legs to process my registration, GooD HeavenS!; it was madness. It was no mere crowd, it wasn't as organized as the terra cotta army like i thought. It was a war, a little war between every individual, well actually between every graduate. The receptionist told me that i'm off to the waiting area, i was just standing still. I believe i am stunned and confused. To be most honest, i think i'm afraid. Off to begin a career i am, and i just couldn't budge. I doubt myself, would i survive such a fight?

Then, it came. I just decided to take a break. I want to err.. make preparations. I want to drink coffee and read newspaper and smoke some cuban cigars while deciding what battle plans i want to undertake. Yes i Do!. I decided to set a boundary between me and the army of fruitcakes, never to join them with their violent battle and whatever rubbish endeavours. =)

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That aside, my graduation day was quite a killer. The weather decided to be lovely and the wind was only a mild breeze which was actually perfect for graduation day. It was a special day, a day where achievements are given to credit in a form of certificate. Though i didn't do exactly super, but i always enjoy being acknowledged over things that i did. Its not exactly a great perk or trait but i realise thats just me. Its funny, i enjoy helping people, just with anything, from passing the salt to saving lives, however if i helped somebody with something, lets say trivial, i secretly demand for an acknowledgement. I must be a terrible person. Anyway, because of my nature of such, i felt rather happy. Plain o' happy.

So the protocols have to carry on, my name was called aloud and off my feet started marching down the stage as i carefully walked to a spot i planned to stop where i have to turn about 45 deg to face the chairman and bow as a gesture of respect. Then, continue to shake the hand of the Chancellor and ta!, off to take my certificate.!

Did i not mention my parents came? Hah, but surely they must. They paid the equivalent of a rocket launcher to shoot my little cute butt to obtain my degree here. On top of that, i know they won't miss it for the world. They have changed since i last saw them, for the better; but not the way how my mom drives me crazy and my dad's obsession for tech stuffs. =)

Several days later, my parents and I flew to Paris and had a blast there. They do have a way with food, culture and art. After the capital city, we took the TGV down south to marseille for a slower pace trip to embrace european waters and breeze before returning to London for another couple of days before sending them back to Malaysia.

Now, back to my coffee....

Fin.