convocation

this is my first time attending someone's convocation (not really attending like inside attending) aside from my own convocation and i felt really sad about my own convocation then.

somehow convocations seems to make into proportions of a 21st birthday party sometimes... for mine, it was like a huge party that no one attended. i had no flowers, no plushies, just my family and suds by my side. they were tired from the day but still rejoicing for me, and holding me when i felt unpopular from all the fanfare surrounding my peers. my family-- they are all real down-to-earth people. i'm glad that when i am so overwhelmed by social statuses and image, they are still here to set things straight for me, to turn my steering wheel back to the road when i get distracted and veer off-course.

and i am grateful that i will have my second opportunity when i would finish my masters course (MY HOOK OR BY CROOK!) i know it's just presumptuous to say i would finish coz masters is sadly not easy, but im believing for that day! and i would not be having my convocation in that convention centre, instead i will be having it in the halls of UWA, which looks slightly harry potter with many organ pipes and that old musty smell of teak wood to it. ALSO, they will be serving sushi and other sorts of splendid food when the ceremony ends, unlike murdoch which served biscuits and tea.

u wouldnt know how much i am gearing myself for that day... i have already asked people if they would wish to come for it. i am slowly chalking up good karma points. i am ebaying graduation plushies and found a Stitch doll one that i quite like, although i think a barbie doll with a mortar board hat would be really cool. i am telling suds and envisioning what my graduation should be like. my dad says he would not miss it for the world, so he better keep his promise.

:)