inferiority complex thy suffer…

                                           The Scroll

When graduation came, I thought it was an abrupt end to a perfect album of beautiful memories. I’m still rankled with the fact CIMP had finished and the ugly robes, ending speeches by foreign officials and the technical formalities of graduation ceremony does not justify at all the colourful journey I had endured with CIMP.

I had this chance of reading a blog of a good friend of mine who always had been my conscience and helped me put my feet on the ground. She had a grand moment which she rightfully deserved during graduation and ah, now I understand why she was being very distant. I never thought I was the sort of person who would intimidate anyone considering my larger than life lists of insecurities; bad handwriting, procrastination issues, organization failure, blurrish conception towards life, extreme case of a forgetter, clueless perception at figures, heck, I was even afraid of butterflies.

A pathetic wreck, that is I.

                                Anxious faces of graduands

    The funny thing about expectations is that they are externally inflicted; where people’s opinions, ideas, perspectives came mingling together to produce a carbon copy description of what a person is like. Most of the time, exaggeration came into play. And the person may enjoy good image which one could not undo even though it’s untrue because it was not ones’ own doing, it was everyone else’s. But people often ignore the fact to consider the untrue part; the part that the potential of falling short of what people believed which that person had exasperatedly tried to dawn in everyone’s minds but failed nonetheless.

              "Glad that now ure finished eh?"-Dr Rosemary

Hence, it was an occurrence that I could not have prevented. I may not have the slightest intention of intimidating people around but hey, we all know how this vicious cycle of perception works. My hands are tied and my best wishes are may she earned and enjoy her satisfaction. I am actually releived.

I look forward in clearing the bad air between us because only now I know what is exactly wrong.

Dwarfed by two compelling figures;Ms Baptista and Mr Varga ( Geometry)

Valedictorian Kourosh and Mr Tall trekker’Tan Meng Chwen’(English)

                The Mac-trotting, sheepish Mr Manny Avila ( Calculus)

                                Witty Mr Gillich ( Physics)

Kimberley Gagnon, the spunky go-get-em Chemistry champion.                                               

I would like to thank all my lecturers and my TNB friends who helped me cruise along the final week of exams when I was at the clueless point of my life which seem to happen quite oftenly. Thank you for being my confidant and letting me bother you when I complain too much when everything looks grey.

I heart everyone!

            180507-Pleasant Surprise Birthday Party

P/S. Lecturer not in picture is Ms Norashimah ( Interdisciplinary Studies). I could not find her around the crowded room but she was one fine teacher, thats for sure..

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