Convo 2005
I'm back again at the factory without much enthusiasm. Or perhaps with the enthusiasm of a cat who got a carrot as a christmas gift. Doesnt make sense but at least you got the point.
I had a great week, totally forgot everything at work except for when i had to repeat every torture i had endured at work to my interested friends. The whole superb 6 days was only marred when i received a sms from the boss on Monday night asking me to come over to the other plant straight in the morning. That was the only time i was reminded that i still had one week of work to do. Sigh.
Ignoring the message, i went straight to my old plant to get some things first and to my great horror, my pc was missing from it's place. Apparently it was moved to the other plant, so i grabbed my stuff and drove off to the other plant, faced some difficulty in parking, as the car park was just beside an old pond and i was terrified of driving straight into it and finally arrived at my new workplace. I don't want to elaborate on this place, but sufficient to say, it's one office shared by accounts, shipping and sales department and currently with additional members of the system's department, so guess what it's like. Currently crammed into a small section, no cubicles, a small chair and a short desk, staring at the screen with a blank mind and aching shoulders. Ah, 4 more days, just 4 more days.
Most of my work had been done. Good. Looks like they can survive without me after all which is a good thing as I wont feel so bad when leaving. I can sense subtle hostility from them, no one is talking properly to me but it doesn’t bother me so much. I’m going to be gone soon and leave this creepy image behind me.
The convo trip was great. Meet every single person I wanted to meet. Had loads of fun. Hotel breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Gossip. Lepaking. The highlight was the gathering, the receiving of the scroll from Dr Siti Hasmah was over in less than a minute. My dad hugged and kissed me on the cheek as soon as I got out of the hall, much to my younger sister’s amusement but it felt good, it really did. At the end of the ceremony, when the MMU song was played and a short video clip was shown on MMU, I felt a twinge of pain in my heart. It was as if it was an official marking of the end of one chapter in my life, a chapter which no matter how hard I try, will not open back the same way I want it to be…I almost wanted to cry when Prem said something funny and I totally forgot about crying..=)
One of the funny moments was when I was at the photo studio with my parents right before the convo and was taking 3 different poses and as my parents had no idea bouquets are given to graduates, I had to ‘borrow’ satyah’s for one shot, much to my mum’s embarrassment. They bought one for me though, later on, for 70 bucks.
It was also the first time my parents officially met my boyfriend. The initial plan,which I had criminally worked out, was to get out of the hall as soon as the convo was over, meet my boyfriend, take photos and run off to my parents like nothing happened. But somehow, it turned the other way round, he came with his brother and gave my flowers while the bro gave me a teddy bear in front of my parents, and I introduced them to each other. Glad it went well. They even followed my family for dinner and took family photos together. Wow.
The gathering was usual, some were late, some were early, some had hard time deciding where to eat and some had hard time following the decision. Nerves were stepped on, short tempers but in the end, it all worked out well and fine.
I only started back home from Melaka at around 9 pm and reached home at 4 am the next day, and didn’t sleep immediately. Had to iron my mum’s and dad’s uniform. Dad had to go to work while mum had a test. Slept at 6.
On the way back, I just couldn’t wipe off the silly smile plastered across my face. I just couldn’t stop. Never felt happier. Everything just worked out the way I wanted it to be. All the faces of my friends appeared in my mind as I closed my eyes and thought about each and every one of them, their characters, their pros and cons, how much we gossiped each other, how much we stepped on each other’s nerve, how much we disagreed with each other and yet, come together as a family ready to defend and protect each other when the need arises. Come together in one roof, as people with different background but with one similar past entangled together. A past that connects no matter what happens.
To all MMU’ans’ , Convo 2005 was the best. ALL THE BEST AND GOOD LUCK TO ALL OF YOU OUT THERE.
I had a great week, totally forgot everything at work except for when i had to repeat every torture i had endured at work to my interested friends. The whole superb 6 days was only marred when i received a sms from the boss on Monday night asking me to come over to the other plant straight in the morning. That was the only time i was reminded that i still had one week of work to do. Sigh.
Ignoring the message, i went straight to my old plant to get some things first and to my great horror, my pc was missing from it's place. Apparently it was moved to the other plant, so i grabbed my stuff and drove off to the other plant, faced some difficulty in parking, as the car park was just beside an old pond and i was terrified of driving straight into it and finally arrived at my new workplace. I don't want to elaborate on this place, but sufficient to say, it's one office shared by accounts, shipping and sales department and currently with additional members of the system's department, so guess what it's like. Currently crammed into a small section, no cubicles, a small chair and a short desk, staring at the screen with a blank mind and aching shoulders. Ah, 4 more days, just 4 more days.
Most of my work had been done. Good. Looks like they can survive without me after all which is a good thing as I wont feel so bad when leaving. I can sense subtle hostility from them, no one is talking properly to me but it doesn’t bother me so much. I’m going to be gone soon and leave this creepy image behind me.
The convo trip was great. Meet every single person I wanted to meet. Had loads of fun. Hotel breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Gossip. Lepaking. The highlight was the gathering, the receiving of the scroll from Dr Siti Hasmah was over in less than a minute. My dad hugged and kissed me on the cheek as soon as I got out of the hall, much to my younger sister’s amusement but it felt good, it really did. At the end of the ceremony, when the MMU song was played and a short video clip was shown on MMU, I felt a twinge of pain in my heart. It was as if it was an official marking of the end of one chapter in my life, a chapter which no matter how hard I try, will not open back the same way I want it to be…I almost wanted to cry when Prem said something funny and I totally forgot about crying..=)
One of the funny moments was when I was at the photo studio with my parents right before the convo and was taking 3 different poses and as my parents had no idea bouquets are given to graduates, I had to ‘borrow’ satyah’s for one shot, much to my mum’s embarrassment. They bought one for me though, later on, for 70 bucks.
It was also the first time my parents officially met my boyfriend. The initial plan,which I had criminally worked out, was to get out of the hall as soon as the convo was over, meet my boyfriend, take photos and run off to my parents like nothing happened. But somehow, it turned the other way round, he came with his brother and gave my flowers while the bro gave me a teddy bear in front of my parents, and I introduced them to each other. Glad it went well. They even followed my family for dinner and took family photos together. Wow.
The gathering was usual, some were late, some were early, some had hard time deciding where to eat and some had hard time following the decision. Nerves were stepped on, short tempers but in the end, it all worked out well and fine.
I only started back home from Melaka at around 9 pm and reached home at 4 am the next day, and didn’t sleep immediately. Had to iron my mum’s and dad’s uniform. Dad had to go to work while mum had a test. Slept at 6.
On the way back, I just couldn’t wipe off the silly smile plastered across my face. I just couldn’t stop. Never felt happier. Everything just worked out the way I wanted it to be. All the faces of my friends appeared in my mind as I closed my eyes and thought about each and every one of them, their characters, their pros and cons, how much we gossiped each other, how much we stepped on each other’s nerve, how much we disagreed with each other and yet, come together as a family ready to defend and protect each other when the need arises. Come together in one roof, as people with different background but with one similar past entangled together. A past that connects no matter what happens.
To all MMU’ans’ , Convo 2005 was the best. ALL THE BEST AND GOOD LUCK TO ALL OF YOU OUT THERE.
posted by BluePixie @ 1:01 PM
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