Soap and Convocation???

I really cannot go shopping. I am curse to not shop. I mean, I love shopping, its kind of a therapy for the lonely soul like me, but like all professional therapies it leave a big hole on your pocket. Usually I go shopping for clothes and item that I really need, whereas for most household items, I just leave it to my mom. She is better at budgeting and knows what to get for the house. I just make available the money for her to shop.

Yesterday, I was so bored, and I decided to go to tesco and buy something for the house. I asked mother what to buy, and he told me to buy some detergent and fabric softener. Well I did buy detergent and fabric softener, including some other items that create bubbles if mix with water and the bill finally amounted to RM154.

Hik hik

That is a lot of sabun I tell you. From shampoo, conditioner, 3 types of facial wash and a moisturizer , a half dozen of toothpaste, 3 types of detergent, 2 types of fabric softener (I need to get the “hanya setengah penutup sahaja mencukupi” too as well), body shampoo, body milk, body soap, hand soap, car shampoo, floor detergent and the list goes on and on.

And also 3 types of odour eliminator 2 for the office (they have new smell, morning rain, I must have that) and one for the car. I smoke so I need a lot of them.

Luckily mom did not ask me to buy things for the kitchen. I don’t know what I would buy.

Enough about detergent shopping. Lets look at some of the pictures of my student’s convocation. I love convocation, although usually we have to wait for almost 4 hours in the convocation hall. Especially if you are a student, in the period of 4 hours, your precious moment and fame only lasted for 30 second, after they called out your name and before they mention others.

But I love convocation, having gone to 3 convocations of my own, 1 for my undergrad and two postgrad convocations and numerous other convocations for the students. Looking at the faces of the joyful students and proud parents are just priceless. Especially if you are a lecturer and need to walk the red carpet for the academic’s procession and how everyone look at you with highest regard and respect as if you are some very important person in the higher institution (reallyyyy???) , and imagining how important your contribution in shaping the society and creating the future leader of the world (yeah, right) , it left you with a high spirited feeling and proud.

Or otherwise call, berangan tak sudah.

I like the feeling. So I rarely miss the opportunity to go to convocation. Just like a painter looking at his art, or a chef eating his own creation, this boys and girls are part of my work, well most of them yes, part of it, of course the the help of a other lecturers and admin staff too, but they are a part of my work.

And they serve nice kueh too.

this is the academician holding room where they served lunch and tea before the procession

this is a picture of tired people but happy

this is the place where parents and students have tea after the graduation. this is only small parts of it. they cater for almost 5000 thousand people maybe.

this is the gerai konvo, where a stem of roses will cost you RM15, and a small bouquet of flowers with 3 wilted roses, and orchid and 2 branch of daun pisang would easily reach RM80. Rich i tell you those capitalist entrepreneurs

This is the picture of the whole hall. Infront of me are the academician, i sit at the back so i can sleep. In front of them are the student, and the back of the students are the proud parents. On the top left are the choir. We are all standing up to sing Negara ku, the university's song and also to respect the prosession of the vice chancelor.

Its a small hall, barely fit all the students graduating, so just the lucky ones get to sit inside the hall or you have VIP fathers. They rest have to stay outside and watch from a big screen outside the hall.

that is my boss sitting before he had to stand up for 4 hours.

that is my boss standing for 4 hours and giving out empty certificate holders.

To get the certificate you have to go to the office and make sure they have paid all the hutangs.

that is my being bored and took pictures of myself. That is my colleague reading books.

this is me again, taking self aclaimed picture.

this is me again, looking like a bloated harry porter in robe,

feeling like i am the one getting the certificate.

Basically i took more pictures than the student.

hik

p/s: looking forward to throw away the squared mortar board, and start wearing a flatter rounded cap. Lamanya nak tunggu. InsyaAllah