after lots of thought taken into account, thus i chose to put a not-so-short footnote of my postponed convocation day.
it was a blink of 2 years and a half of my diploma in Computer Science journey. i almost forgot the excitement and motivation that i have on my first day. Not to mention all the struggles and hardships during MCO era.
skip to 1:50
This is where everything start. On the Closing Day of Freshmen Induction, we sang to UiTM anthems (there's 2 in total) and this particular anthem (the slow-lullaby version) caught my attention. Especially on minute 1.50 where the phrase '...hingga kita berjaya', showed a short clip of a joyous boy with his ANC sash on his shoulder, so proud of himself. That day marked the first step to make myself like him, to wear the same sash on my convocation day. Until...I forgot how determined I am after 2 years.
The determination forgotten, but the goals aren't. And so June 2021 marked the date I graduated my diploma with Vice Chancellor Award. 8th December 2022; Convocation Day.
It was too long since I graduated, I step into the DATC with a bit joy as to finally it's the day and nothing else. I received my scroll, make sure my photos are beautifully taken, wear full-face make up. Andd.... here comes the end of the day. The ceremony ends with UiTM Di Hatiku anthem. Tho, there's only lyrics but I still remember the music video. (Who could when it's planted on your brain for almost 3 years)
Woahh...hold up, I think I'm gonna bawl my eyes in this hall. Here comes the exact part of the lyrics I mentioned before. That's when all the emotion rushed up. I was so struck by the fact the sash that I once dreamt is now on my shoulder. Bitch, I'm wearing it right now and received my scroll. Damn, it's real now.... the diploma battle, has end beautifully. I found my ending that I sketched.
Pull back the tears bij, am not ruining my 3 hours make up*
Thank you to everyone along the path. The supporters, friends, besties, haters, enemy, lecturers, cups of coffee, monkeys, SRK, the midnight oil burnt, tears.
Thank you dearself for not giving up tho it's millions time already since your give up chant. Thank you for continuing to push yourself despite the tears and screams. I am proud of you. Really, I am. Who would have thought we could manage right? Thus my dearself, good job and beautifully done ;)
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PoetryAl Fatihah untuk hati yang selalu mengalah. Nadi kisah yang aku kurung bisu dari dunia P/s : bukan semuanya hasil aku Should have done this last year, but I'm demotivated so it's a loooong journey before it'll be completed