Gradu-Fecking-ation Cere-Fecking-mony...

It wasn't that biggie a deal. Penese & I met up at YCK MRT Station before dragging ourselves to the Auditorium where the ceremony was to be held. Penese -the poor bitch- was orphan for the day & I had promised that my parents would cheer for her as well.

To put it simply, we felt fucking lonely & unloved because as we passed by the various groups of friends happily chatterng about & taking non-stop pictures as though the school was a photo-op studio, we contemplated that we had no one to chatter with neither did we possess any cameras whatsoever to be egoistical enough to snap multiple mug-shots of ourselves posing with or without our diploma certificate.

It was miserably pathetic. Word.

With the exception of the food, of course. But obviously, other departments who had graduated slightly before us definitely had better. Punani said so. My Dad took a video of me prancing on the stage as I received my certificate on his mobile & gleefully showed it to me later as we had our lunch reception in the NYP lounge.

The only pictures we took were with Penese's old classmates, most of whom I knew & just about summed it up for mine & Penese's sad graduation ceremony. Of course, after everything was over & I had informed my parents that I would be staying longer with Penese since Blome & Punani were coming down to meet us, we both shed our graduation clothes -an Oranje Baju Kurung for me & formalwear for Penese- we decided to call upon my Daddy PK, whom was coincidentally feeling all left out & lonely. Just like us.

Seriously, Penese only decided to attend the ceremony five minutes before twelve midnight just the day before & had a persistent dilemma on what to wear. And it wasn't until we advanced upon the school grounds that I had second thoughts myself. No one else from our group of friends were graduating; we were the only ones. And the ones who were graduating were the ones we didn't even wish to see, not even from a far distance.

And boy, did we came upon many.

The start of the ceremony was dead boring, I fell asleep almost immediately during the first speech. I even felt my head teetering on the point of snapping as it lolled towards the guy sitting next to me, on my right. Well, of course I was going to veer towards him. He was much better looking than the girl & guy on my left.

And, hello?? The lecturers were dozing behind us too, so don't come & tell me not to sleep. Nobody asked for a frickin' impeachment, for crying out softly!! Anywayz, Penese spotted me taking more than forty winks, something she had been doing, too. Seriously, how does one stand all those droning speeches about the goodwill of the school & how we should all appreciate it better & take this as a stepping stone towards success.

Now, the top-scorer of our cohort, this guy called Benjamin Wong, was another bugger begging for a slap. In his speech, he went on about how it was his dream to be studying in NYP & had been ever since he was in secondary school.

Ohh, and I SO love propaganda, don't you?? They just scream right in your face.

I didn't even think of the aftermath of O' Levels even as I were doing them & this guy comes up with a speech filled with fat lies about his fulfilled dream of coming to NYP & reaping its benefits??

What are you, nuts??

Geez...

Anywayz, we pulled PK along with us to McDonald's after we had gotten rid of those insufferable clothes & thus, saving him from an afternoon of agony in his lab. Not that he was undergoing it. But, it was time to catch up with my father & it had been awhile since we all saw him.

As usual, PK lived up to his expectations as the Living Legend & brought out endless bouts of laughter from us while we waited for both Blome & Punani for their royal arrival. Everytime we saw PK, there was bound to be a few new jokes or two & this time, it was no different.

With drinks all around & fries from Mac's, the three of us sat at one of the round tables as my father started his entertainment & we settled into a familiar rhythm of camaraderie.

A while later, Blome joined us & lastly followed by Punani, whom was on his way to the gym for a session of workout. A simple afternoon turned into a six-hour straight prep session where each of us exchanged topics to talk & jokes to tell as PK punctuated almost every sentence into a song. From Joey McIntyre to Trademark, he 'serenaded' us with whatever song that was on the tip of his tongue.

Eventually, PK had to leave but that didn't deter the four of us from talking some more. Which led to Punani in becoming my fourth ever doctor after both Penese & Blome spilled out the dirty little secrets of my life.

Basket...

Thanks ehh, bitches. So Punani is now Dr. Punina & no, I didn't spell his name wrongly. Punina is what I've called him ever since I mistyped his name while we were having an MSN conference last year. Since he never objected, the spelling malfunctioned nickname stuck until now. I couldn't very well call him Dr. Kumar or Dr. Anand, right?? That would be so stiff & formal. Furthermore, Punani isn't just any old doctor. He's my sex therapist.

*Grins cheekily*

So, yes, I now have four doctors at my disposal; a tad too much for just one patient, methinks. But, oh well, I guess you can never have too much of opinions on you, even if those opinions just happen to be on the making-fun-of side. *glares*

Punani even had the gall to plan that due to my overwhelming condition, they should all make a pop-up Kama Sutra book for my 21st birthday with lots of graphics that could be moved, pulled & do whatever it takes to get the pop-ups to get into motion. The hell they are!!

Just because even though she doesn't have my condition whatsoever, Blome is Indian & all that Kama Sutra jumbo is in her blood while I, for all the problems that I have, might need that help.

See?? Told ya Dr. Punina was my sex therapist.

The best part about the whole drama was that the three of them were going to expose me to the remaining members of the GB Family the next day when we meet for dinner. That included Chippy & Annie, Punani's girlfriend. Kity, unfortunately couldn't make it for dinner that day.

Which, they did when we were all settled down, tucking in heartily to the savory fares of Anatolia, a Turkish restaurant in Far East. And Chippy even sighed regretfully as he wished he could've been there to add salt into my already stinging wounds.

Could one possibly imagine how red of that a tomato I had on as a face for the next thirty minutes or so?? And it didn't help that Punani kept reprimanding me that Islam-kan girls were forbidden to look at the opposite gender & that I was a very bad girl who should go into confession even though I had explained to him countless of times that the only parts of the opposite sex forbidden for my eyes were from below the belly right down to the knees.

Man, was the guy dumb or what?? One would think that after that long trip in Europe, he'd be more educated in areas such as this. Pooh...

And I am SO not into handcuffs. I hate you people. *sticks out tongue*

Laterz...
Lenny Chubby Dean GodGilla Xabs