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clar meets reality hoping for a movie script ending

May 21, 2016

leaving

can be the hardest thing, no matter the anticipation or excitement

but I will come out of this stronger and more prepared to face my future

here’s to a fulfilling trip

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Communications and New Media sophomore at the National University of Singapore, who dabbles a little in Theatre Studies. Someone who absolutely can't wait to see the world outside of this tiny island-nation.

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…and four years has flown by, just like that. I can’t believe this chapter of my life has come to a close. I wish I could be like the others and say that I’ve survived 4 years of hell, but I can’t, because those 4 years (3.5, really) were great. I think back to my junior college teachers telling me that university would be a lot easier than junior college was, and they were right. I got lucky because my then-bosses steered me away from biochemistry and told me that the arts would suit me better, and they were right too. I was fortunate because of all the summers that I got to spend abroad doing things that most other undergraduates didn’t get to do. sure, freshman year was not easy because there were all the other compulsory classes to take and I didn’t do as well as I hoped, but things definitely got easier and I’m so glad I found my calling in Communications and New Media (and in Theatre Studies somewhat but also not really). the real challenge came in the last year when something happened in the family and I realised that I had to step up and contribute instead of continuing as a deadweight. when people ask me why I didn’t continue with honours year I laugh and tell them that I didn’t think it was necessary to join the workforce, but deep down I really wanted to continue, especially after discovering my strengths in my final two semesters and being confident in the fact that I would’ve done so much better. the regret stemming from my decision to graduate without honours intensified as I saw batchmates experiencing final year struggles together while I was out experiencing my own struggle of transitioning to adulthood without anyone else who understood. I still experience feelings of ‘what if?’ sometimes. however, I am rather quite thankful that I got to walk the stage at the same ceremony as my CNM batchmates and that everyone is entering the next phase of life together. I am also quite thankful to be gainfully employed and am grateful for all my takeaways from NUS. thank you for shaping the future of the directionless 18-year-old in 2014 and teaching me some important skills I might not have picked up elsewhere. happy commencement to the class of 2018!

made it across the Scottish border and the coastal towns are really really beautiful / we are now in Edinburgh! :-)

those people were overjoyed, they took to their boats here is a composite of three images stitched together vertically because I really wanted the picture of the clouds and their reflections (also those are boats and not ducks/seagulls this was a very large scene)

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(3/3) got my right side fighting while my left hides under chairs

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