recently found out my jobscope from mediacorp... quite funny because i'll be the exact model of a DMC student.. doing EVERYTHING under my course. quite cool actually.

1) photoshooting for artistes
2) video production
3) marketing
4) ITB
5) designing
6) advertising
7) PR
8) maintain the library

sounds quite interesting, and im getting quite excited. i dont know.. the class has become a little hypocritical though.. i cant really stand it, but its their life. technically i cant really be bothered. when i see them all being happy and taking photos, i dont see myself joining them. i will never forget the pain of the two years. and although everyone seems happy to each other, where they can be each other in peace... they find themselves mingling amongst each other because its the last few days. even enemies are taking pictures with each other. its ironic, and hypocritical. i will never forget what they've done to me. its etched clearly in my head.

and when everyone is trying to hold gatherings, to make meetings and final farewells, dreading the internship period where we wont see each other again... i on the other hand find myself looking forward to it... because i can leave everything behind and have a fresh start.

they dont want to leave school because of the memories it held, of the friends they had. i dont want to leave school because of that one person. everyone else i can forget, i can give up... but that one person is the sole reason why i'll miss going back to school. we all have different reasons for not wanting to leave SP.. and my reason is fairly simple..

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janice today asked me if i really declared everything to the teacher. i guess i had told her everything that i had confided in earlier. but even so... i had avoided that question. the story is too long for me to go through in my blog all over again. justice did its purpose, and even if i lose the battle, ive won the war. thats all i need.

school's changing so quickly, everyone ive worked with or under is changing. mrslim, the principal.. it'll never be the same. nothing ever remains the same, even if we wish it to be... and yet i wished time stopped. i dont want to go anywhere...


countdown, 3 days before i never see him again...