She was elusive.
She was today. She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.

We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to corkboard like a butterfly,
but the pin merely went through
and away she flew.
- Jerry Spinelli

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Graduation isn't what I expected it to be.

Sure, I've always dreaded it for the amount of post-graduation workload (resume, job application, OPT, GRE, and ultimately grad school application) that it breaks down to, but something in the back of my head, much to the likes of Bob Marley's Thee Little Birds (yeah, the one referenced by Corrine Bailey Rae), has always reassured me that indeed, every little thing's gonna be alright.




So through the flurry of events, my family came, I moved out of my apartment, had a little family trip to Vegas, back again to LA, and then San Diego, to be joined by my dearest Diana and my cousin Mary, sat through the SADIS graduation banquet, walked my commencement, had my graduation dinner and...

... now what?



I'm still (much elatedly) flooded with congratulations messages on Facebook, and the full blast of all tellurian joy seems to favor itself towards me. The lifted academic obligations, a loving family that's always got my back, the man I love by my side, friends without whom I wouldn't make it this far (the making of a guest list, be it for graduation and perhaps wedding alike, could a beauteous event of reminiscing your friendship, and reviewing who you wish to stand by your side to share your most exuberant moments), and not to mention, meticulously manicured nails in commemoration of the graduation procession. Life is beautiful indeed.

And yet, a chunk seems to be missing; the picture isn't perfect. For one, I was slightly dismayed during the commencement ceremony at how much of an achievement some of my peers could attain during their stay at UCSD, like Felicia, who maintained the perfect 4.0 through her double concentration Biology major. I don't know if it was the foreshadowing, or if it was that process described in my behavioral Psychology class - of how your enjoyment of the current moment depends on your anticipation of the moment to come.

Or maybe, lost in the vortex is the still, small voice that soothes you when all the glory of the firework is but ashes in the sky... the whisper in your heart, in the dead silent of the night, telling you that you're never alone... the one that waits with passion abounds for you to come home at the end of the day.



In the full blast of events, I figured that the one thing I found to be missing is that communion so sacral that even the air stands still.


Pauline V. Sugiharto, B. S.
This is a completely mundane post... kinda like those one liners that you mutter to yourself, and explain to with a "uh... nothing... nothing, really..." following your friend's "what'd you say?".


Finished my FINAL final, which was surprisingly easy (yeah, I haven't said that since I was in third grade, for fear of jinxing myself); kinda brought a nice wrap to the whole college experience.
Then went home, watched a good episode of One Piece, and watched a good, though filler-ish episode of Greek, which incidentally happened to be the season's finale. I started watching Greek out of curiosity as to how people would portray the Greek life on national TV, and it turned out to be a worthwhile show to watch; it offers an honest portrayal of college life, a little bit blown out of proportion in good humor.
Intelligence is a very general mental capability that, among other things, involves the ability to reason, plan, solve problems, think abstractly, comprehend complex ideas, learn quickly and learn from experience. It is not merely book learning, a narrow academic skill, or test-taking smarts. Rather, it reflects a broader and deeper capability for comprehending our surroundings - "catching on," "making sense of things, or "figuring out" what to do. (Arvey et al., 1994)
Am I weird for quoting the following:

Although many people seem awed by the mystique of projective tests or impressed by the psychometric intricacies of objective tests, there is an easy yet deceptive familiarity to interviewing.

Trull, T. J. (2005). Clinical Psychology. Belmont: Thomson Wadsworth.

because I can identify with his style of writing?



I still like this song.
OK. This is really random, but if you've ever played Pokemon on Gameboy, I think you'd be able to appreciate it ;D.



Pokemon bike songs from red, blue, yellow, gold, silver, crystal, ruby, sapphire and emerald versions.
RBY's is so nostalgic (:
I, Pauline Sugiharto, pledge to stand up for what I like, what I believe in, and what is right.


Like McFly.
Though I may be the only non 12-years old among the fan base.



I have so many instances of this, it's not even funny. Like one moment back in third grade for example, I *shudder* denied liking cheese. I mean, how unthinkable is that? I lied to myself, and to others, for the sake of conformity. The discrepancy between what I said and what I really felt was so great to the point that the memory of that conversation is preserved such lucid details.


It's about time that I learn from my mistake, right?



Ps. Side story about cheese: I was lactose intolerant for roughly half a year back in 2007. Although developing lactose intolerance is common among Asians, I refused to accept, this time for a good cause. I mean, how can I ever give up cheese? Not so much for ice cream and milk, but... CHEESE? Determined, I splurged on dairy products for my body to fight, habituate and accept; an effort reminiscent of flooding in phobia treatment. And guess what? It worked :)
I think I'm getting pretty accustomed to noticing a tan.
Why would anyone name their kid DinoEgg? Or Jade if your name is Kristal?

Phoebe Pauline Valentine Kribben Sugiharto 朱宝玲, B.S.
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ICHS, class of 2006, left on 2001
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