Graduation Goggles

Graduation Goggles

A term that I’ve learned from HIMYM.

It sounds ridiculous that I’m relating my life to sitcom, but yeah, I’m doing it anyway.

Let me first explain what it means. It’s a version of what I’ve deduced it to be since I can’t remember the exact word-for-word to it. Perhaps this theory really do exists, but I’ve only first heard from it from HIMYM.

Graduation goggles is a kind of emotion, illusion or even vision that will present itself before you leave or end an important/significant phase in life. It makes you see the good, the fun and the fondness you once had (or is still having) in this stage of life, meaning everything positive, everything all so memorable and delicate to you. That is even when the good is only 40% and the bad is 60% (vice versa).  

In short, you’ll see the good out of everything, everything that can even be possibly bad in the past. It leaves you in this overwhelming emotional rush that you’ll start to feel helpless and doubtful if the next stage will lead to something better. You’ll feel hesitant about leaving, you might even start missing it all even when you’ve been strucked by awful experiences.

I first had it on my last day of my primary school. Remember my mad claim about super good and detailed memories to my life? This is one of the ones that got jotted down in my mind.

As I walked out of my classroom of two years into the corridor to head back home for the final time, my inner voice said “Take a good look at it all. You might never come back again.”.

True enough, I never did. As I recall the memory over this post, the visions of my school hall, the backstage, my classroom, the school lift (I was one of the rare few privileged to use it, almost daily), the canteen, the staircase from the canteen that lead me up to the classroom, the washrooms of the level, … tons, tons and tons of it. They’re all coming right back up to me.

The second important stage, secondary days.

Graduation goggles never truly hit me when I left. May it be the band, or the school itself. Sometimes I wonder if I spend more time on my band commitment or school work. At the end of it all, I got kind of weary and was prepared to move on. Never once mentioned it so directly. If there’s one thing that got close enough to the graduation goggles effect, it was the missing and fondness for my friends.

Junior College. Graduation Goggles? OH PLEASE!~

NOT.AT.ALL.POSSIBLE. I was even more desperate to graduate from the nightmare stage of my life than I was ever in my secondary school.

The latest most recent pang of Graduation Goggles?

My last day at Guerlain.

That was yesterday actually. I’ve finally ended my work commitments and made an increasing number of friends on my last weekend of work. What a pity right? Somehow I wished I could have known them earlier.

All that description I’ve made to explain about the ‘Graduation Goggles’? It is the description of what I’ve got just so recent.

Life.

What’s for the next stage?

llw

Hello from my long hiatus. 

How long was it?

18 DAYS.

The word ‘hiatus’ should sound way longer than this but this is the longest I’ve yet to post anything on pumpkins.

There’s been so much happening that I don’t really know where I should start.

Lets start from Rolling in the Deep (just so that I can link up with the previous post).

Some weeks ago, I signed myself up for this singing club in my school which required auditioning. I sang Rolling in the Deep for it and apparently scored it. According to the club, 80 plus auditioned and I was on of the 21 the handpicked to join the club. Actually I’m number 12th on their list.

I went on to attend their camp and paid for the club t-shirt, but I’ve decided to leave the club.

Singing or shower singing, is one of my favourite hobbies. For the lifetime. It’s been a hobby that I’ve developed ever since young when I joined my primary school’s choir.

And to maintain my passion for my shower singing, I need to quit. On top of that, I embarrassed myself during camp and that kind of scared me. Whenever I step into the bathroom to start my singing, I get some annoying flashback that will sent me into the automatic self-pity and pat-my-own-shoulder motion to tell myself it’s okay. I don’t ever want self-pity even if it were to be coming from myself.

Yes, I’m weird. But that’s how I roll.

I’ve been really occupied with school. Working to individual assignment due date, having to work on my group assignment, revise for tests and juggle with work.

Works ending though. This month. Working for Guerlain (if you’ve never known) is a real pleasure. I’ve never imagine myself working on a retail job let alone being a cosmetic girl.

The common stereotype impression cast around these girls standing by their brands is quite an opposite to what my outlook and style is so this opportunity comes off as quite a surprise. And honestly, the experience of having to lower your status to another person is something I don’t think I’ll ever get again. You know, the usual me with the looks of arrogance and boss-iness surrounding atmosphere around me, this is almost like a once in a lifetime opportunity for me to step out of it. I’m thankful for that. It has become so habitual and necessary for me to carry those aspects with me that it now takes me to step into another role to shake them off. Sounds incredibly ridiculous? I know. But I just do not know how else. Worst still, I don’t know if I’ll ever know.

I suppose I’ll end it here for today though I have a lot more to share.

On a rather depressing note on my part.

Hope it doesn’t affect your mood . Any case I don’t see how it would.

May the next post not take another 18 days.

Live life well.

we could have had it all ~

Rolling in the deep ~

Yeah, I’m too dumb and uninterested to think of content of importance to blog about.

~My Singing; your reading time~

We could have had it all~~~

Rolling in the deEEEEP~~~

You had my heart insiiiiide of your hands~~~

And you played it….

to the beeaAAAt.

~End to singing; stop to reading of distorted lyrics~

Pardon me, I’m just way to bored and really hooked up to this song that I’ve just discovered. It seems that it was released some last december and made it to the charts for some ten weeks in a row topping it. Yet, it wasn’t made known to me. How exactly did I manage to seclude my brain from receiving information from the outside world?

That remains a mystery.

Again, I’m blabbering nonsense.

Man, why do you people even bother reading such stuff?

Anyway, I’ve been having some thoughts.

Firstly, I’ll like to colour my hair in the shade of burgundy brown (simpler term, reddish-brown) which is supposed to look black under soft lighting and reddish-brown under strong.

Suggestion made, ruthlessly declined by Mom.

Wanna do a Pixie haircut. (No clue what’s Pixie? Please google.)

Internal Y. declines of this motion. Reason so, too huge a face to look good in it.

Feel like trying on coloured contacts.

Everyone screams, “NO!”.

Kind of pictured the last one though. Couldn’t figured out a funny way to say it. But honestly, is any of them funny?

I’m rather serious about wanting to colour my hair though. I’ve been negotiating with my Mom endlessly (not actually, but sounds more impactful being said this way) and she deems that she has the full ownership over my hair. She ubber protective with it, trying to shout sense into me with the standard description, “I’ve given you smooth, soft, shiny, straight hair with a tinge of dark brown on it naturally. You’ll telling me you want to ruin it???!!!”.

Standard. The standard rebuttal line. Though it’s said in chinese actually.

Well I could have very well gone ahead with my plans without consulting my Mom as some may shout.

But I guess I’m still a goody-two-shoes.

I respect my Mom too much to deny her instructions and way of life.

HAHA.

Oh to better put it, I’m hoping Mom agrees so I can get the colouring sponsored.

All different form of reasonings, but well the second on is pretty close to context. Couldn’t deny.  

Gotta Run Now.