Excuse me, your pants never zip.

Okay, I was invited to a NUS Graduation Ceremony recently. Ermm, sort of. Actually my sister threatened to release my baby bathing photo collections if I didn’t show up, but let’s not digress from this topic.

What really irks me about this kind of event is that you get to rub your shoulder with these people who are better looking, smarter and richer than you and that really makes you feel like a rabbit caught in the crosshair of an oncoming bazooka. At times it even feels like you are rubbing armpits rather then shoulders with these elite uncaring people because most of them are about one neck taller than me.

To top it off, I was greeted by this gigantic mocking metallic sculpture.

I felt so alienated during the trip that I probably won’t be visiting NUS for the foreseeable future.