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This few days saw me knocking out each time I downed the cough syrup & flu pill.
I've been resting too much, I think.
But I got to meet the man for awhile to get his convocation gown.
Graduation. It's one of those moments when you finally could heave a sigh of relief after going through a period of study. Though not before reality sets in where you now have to face the working world which then makes you realize how much you prefer studying because of its flexible hours as compared to the stress that work demands.
I took a glance at the man, with his nerd classes and that 'butterfly' gown & the mortar board (whoever designs those gowns has a weird sense of fashion) & chuckled at the sight of his Harry Porter gone wrong look.
I've only been with him towards the end of his study but I dare say partners who had witness your significant other going through the whole course of study should be beaming in pride right now.
Hell why not?
Years of trying to be the best supporter, to be the most understanding & tolerant person to a partner who could easily swing to different modes of mood when its nearing exam period & when assignments have to take priority over quality time.
Patience pays off and girls, this is the time you will be smiling & grinning like a pampered princess - when the paycheck rolls in and your man starts buying you gifts or in the man's words 'go check around for a pair of jeans you like, then I will wire the money into your account so you can get one for yourself.'
Ah, but you know we tend to hide our greed and say words like 'its ok by, you don't have to get me anything' (that's me la!) but in your heart you wish, every payday this buying-for-you a gift will happen. Lol.
Though I think this might be a little compensation to the final adjustment of working life.
Nonetheless, I share the man's excitement to have finally completed his studies with honors.
And since I have to cover all the investitures this time, I can get to see him on stage in that Harry Porter getup.
My lack of discipline truly shows.
While waiting for the man to round up his meeting with his committee member, I headed to Jean Yip for a haircut.
Long hair? Wait long long la!
This few days saw me knocking out each time I downed the cough syrup & flu pill.
I've been resting too much, I think.
But I got to meet the man for awhile to get his convocation gown.
Graduation. It's one of those moments when you finally could heave a sigh of relief after going through a period of study. Though not before reality sets in where you now have to face the working world which then makes you realize how much you prefer studying because of its flexible hours as compared to the stress that work demands.
I took a glance at the man, with his nerd classes and that 'butterfly' gown & the mortar board (whoever designs those gowns has a weird sense of fashion) & chuckled at the sight of his Harry Porter gone wrong look.
I've only been with him towards the end of his study but I dare say partners who had witness your significant other going through the whole course of study should be beaming in pride right now.
Hell why not?
Years of trying to be the best supporter, to be the most understanding & tolerant person to a partner who could easily swing to different modes of mood when its nearing exam period & when assignments have to take priority over quality time.
Patience pays off and girls, this is the time you will be smiling & grinning like a pampered princess - when the paycheck rolls in and your man starts buying you gifts or in the man's words 'go check around for a pair of jeans you like, then I will wire the money into your account so you can get one for yourself.'
Ah, but you know we tend to hide our greed and say words like 'its ok by, you don't have to get me anything' (that's me la!) but in your heart you wish, every payday this buying-for-you a gift will happen. Lol.
Though I think this might be a little compensation to the final adjustment of working life.
Nonetheless, I share the man's excitement to have finally completed his studies with honors.
And since I have to cover all the investitures this time, I can get to see him on stage in that Harry Porter getup.
My lack of discipline truly shows.
While waiting for the man to round up his meeting with his committee member, I headed to Jean Yip for a haircut.
Long hair? Wait long long la!
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