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Convocation 2012

6th April 2012

Phew, what a crazy eventful week. Yesterday we had our farewell, that was one really sweet party with a fun theme - rubik's cube. I guess this is what the Americans call - 'senior Prom night', except that the tucks and the dress aren't compulsory. For the first time I compiled my own clothing and En and I went on a crazy shopping spree in the city. We both ended up buying blue.

Today was a BAD start. Woke up VERY late coz my body was aching badly from last night's dancing, and then we went to the laundry and then Loni to withdraw since the ATM wasn't working, and En was super frustrated with his phone. Anywho, in no time it was 3 and we made these really pretty origami flowers for the graduating seniors. Last minute plan.

The convocation was done beautifully this time. Everything was in order and it was neat and organized. The lighting was really nice, the panels weren't screwed (maybe because the students themselves had to manually fix them before they got printed) and it all looked very red carpet and formal. I loved that! :) Congratulations to all of them and I hope they have a wonderful career and contribute to the world of design, and do meaningful stuff. :)

I was hopping around everywhere with my camera. Here are the best clicks of the day:




















Comments

Wow dude...ur convocation looks awesome..great clicks and congrats!

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