Convocation (not my own)!!

This is why I've been MIA for a few days. My uni's convocation ceremonies, which run back to back, two sessions a day, for FOUR DAYS, have kept me pretty busy. No, I'm not convocating; I'm in the choir, and we're the entertainment for the bored graduates waiting their turns to receive the certificate that says 'HEY YOU'RE A GRAD!'.

Proof I'm a choir member.
No, there were no heavy rains and flash floods near the area.

Also, the costume is hideous, so here it is hidden behind the sign - I'm trying to ease you into it so you don't fall over in horror.

So, we the choir sit with the band and other musical people, waiting our turns to have the spotlight on us and show up on screens that show the live recording of the event. I've seen myself on the HUGE screen, and believe me, my face was not made for TV. Sigh.

After each session of mind-numbing boredom (alleviated only with the use of iPods and its ilk, and also by burying one's face into a book), we get to meet up with choir seniors! And it's a choir tradition to lambung our seniors, muahaha.

"Wait, guys, maybe we should talk this over.."

"AAAAARGHHH!"

"I'm nuummmbaahh oneeeeee!"

 Now for the Assistant Choir Master and Vice-President's turn (we were on a roll, baby!)..
"Whaat? Hahaha NO."

 "Unhand me, you brutes!"

You can't see me, but I'm there as well, lambunging Sasa.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!!"

This is what we look like when we're NOT laughing manically while tossing people in the air.
As you can see, the male choir member is a breed that is slowly going extinct.

It's okay Sasa, you're still growing! ...Not.

This is an example of a good picture. Centred, and EVERYBODY IS IN THE PICTURE. WITH NO MISSING PARTS.
Keep this is mind as I show you the next one.

Behold David's attempt at photography.

This is David, after being attacked by the angry females who beheld his attempt at photography.
Who smile after exacting revenge (what do they say about hell, fury and women? That's right, men, QUIVER IN FEAR.)

Don't I look like a professional camerawoman??

Meet Michelle, possibly the cutest person to walk upon this earth.

By now, I assume you can tell that this 'celebrate our seniors!' moment has devolved into a mad 'let's take pictures of EVERYTHING!!' scramble. And that's how we ROLL, baby!

In case you think that all we do is take 'camwhoring' to a whole new level, I'll have you know that when a session of Convo is in progress, all we do is study/read/listen to music. I read TWO WHOLE BOOKS. Both sob-fests, and effing AWESOME! 'Handle With Care' by Jodi Picoult, and 'A Thousand Splendid Suns' by Khaled Hosseini. Will gush about them in another post (maybe), but let me tell you, it's a bit disconcerting when you have to perform and smile for the camera minutes after tearing up. It's a mad dash of finding the right song score sheet, straightening the costume, putting my shoes on, wiping tears, checking face in mirror for red eyes and tear-stains, etc.

We tossed the president as well. =D