My Convocation Tale

12|11|2017

A day before convocation, where dramas were everywhere. Living with more than 3 women in the house, you can smell estrogen at every single perimeter. PMS, mood swing - all girls stuff *wink* 

Nonetheless, it's me, not them. :/

I cried silently for two days consecutively because I feel like I'm a burden to all. I even think to go to the ceremony alone, kah. Yelah, they ponteng sekolah for me [I know they like it even more  -____- ], my parents need to take leave, plan for the long journey to KL with the lots of anticipation of the ceremony since this is their first to experience.

I myself couldn't stop thinking about how the day would be; the traffic, the crowd, the place [up till now, I never feel like the campus is my place. Idk, IIUMK di hati maybe].  

So the night before, I talked to him. Pouring all tears the eyes couldn't bear any longer, soon the words that came out from his mouth soothed my bitter heart. 

"all these untuk sehari je kan?", "who else kalau bukan family?", plus some other words with the meaning of "we will, do everything for you. For this is your day, your big day hun."

And I slept super soundly knowing my concern has been addressed so well so good. 

Well, we started the journey to KL on the afternoon of the next day. Halfway there, we went to dad's university - UPSI. There's where we took other shots of pre-convo. They say the robe is yours for the days before returning date, so make use of it. Go for photoshoots as many as you want because once returned, you'll never get it back. Unless you pursue the master degree, my dear. 

We arrived in KL by 6pm and slept at my aunt's place. 

Just me, living my moment ;)

13|11|2017 

Yasssss the day was finally begun. I woke up in the morning, feeling hungry and scared. Nerve tingling thoughts circling in my mind. What if my makeup went extra or I slipped out of my heels on the stage during the conferment or if I accidentally step on somebody's feet or etc etc [so nervous like taking OSCE but a lil calmer than that]. 

To be honest, I was extra than I ever am in my whole life on that day. I put on contacts in chestnut colour so my eyes perks like I'm one of The Cullens, I put on winged liner, some blusher and foundation with 2 millimeters thicker than I used to wear. Kayyy.. *eyes rolled* 

When we arrived, all transports were led to Gate 3. The traffic was slow as expected but thankfully we can still move to the designated place without a long wait. Dad repeatedly told us to recite some prayer or renew the intentions so that we will be at ease of finding a parking lot. 

Meanwhile me at the back *hokayy I tak sempat nak ambil gambar batch dekat tangga rectory building, whyyy la parking penuh..* 

-_____-  teruk gila aku. 

Then Alhamdulillah thumma alhamdulillah, we were right in front of the ICC when a guard gave us the sign "BOLEH PARKING" alongside the roadddd.. Ya Allah, how thankful I am. How delighted I felt. There're parking lots. 

Alhamdulillah we don't need to walk so far, the car was parked under shady trees and Alhamdulillah one of our anxiety resolved.   

Now, anxiety number two erupts - MANA TOILET? 

The crowd was so massive. In the place I never been familiar with. I was completely clueless to help showing my parents where the toilets are situated. But, logically thinking, takkan tak ada toilet dalam hall. My parents then went on their own to enter the hall and I was left with my siblings. 

Here's where I spill the "pesan" 

Pandai-pandai korang lah eh, explore. Anything just text me. I'll be there. 

haa what a "pesannn" 0.0 .. More like a gentle push before a forced bungee jumping. :p 

I let them eat and show them the way to the mosque [with his help] before I went to enter the main hall, alone. 

to be continued.