UPM, the biggest university in Malaysia and this year is their 75th anniversary convocations. My sist session is today morning and she seems so not excited about it. Maybe because of this is the second convocation in family or maybe due to incomplete member of family (Farah).
So, me myself and I try to fill the air with excitement and light up the mood but, on the Saturday itself I was not in KL as there was a mission that I have to accomplish. Then, on the Sunday I was dozed off by the chilly weather and only managed to get myself in a complete control of myself around 5pm. Abah told me that he got on the road around 5pm and wants me to check in and settle down the arrangement first. I got myself packed with my stuff and called angah to get ready for an overnight in IOI resort tonight. After picked her up in UPM we headed to the resort. After a few minutes arrangement with the receptionist who claims that he is my senior in MMU, we got into the rooms and jumped on the beds.
Yus called saying that she needs the convocations latter tonight, so we headed to Cheras and shopped something for breakfast tomorrow and I realized that I haven`t had my dinner yet. We stopped for a roti canai at maulana and tapau something for them.


I was fast asleep when they got at UPM toll and angah was the one who greeted them at the lobby, as I could not get my eyes open at all.
Then, the next morning was a perfect day for us to drag the day off from any activities, as we were not rushing for anything. After watched Italian job we got out from the resort for an evening walk at the UPM carnival.
As for dinner we had a complete dish that feed our tummy with satisfaction. The owner is kelantanis and she cooks pretty well.

Then we headed back to resort with full tummy and sleepy eyes.
The climax of my story of convocation was that morning when angah, ummi and abah already in the hall for the ceremony and we were still lingering in the hotel waiting for our mood to get our ass for the convo. It was 850 am and we still not in a mood to move yet but a command call from Abah could not be avoided and we needs to move straight away to UPM. I just noticed that I forgot where was the last time I put my car key, and at that blink moment ring my bell of memory that the key is with angah. She is the last one hold the key and it is in her bag which is she carried it with her this morning. So we were trapped with no transport to go to UPM. Calling my Abah to tell him is not helping at all as he is no way could get the permission to get out from the hall get back in.
Well, luckily I got a cab phone number and we manages to get our lazy ass to UPM finally, a bit late to watch angah on the stage but it is ok.
Our mission was to get angah convocation flower and gifts. So we did some survey and shopping. Just about we finished our kebab,abah called to inform that they will finish in a few more minutes and we met in front of the hall. Among the crowd we took pictures and video, it was hot and I was sweating pretty bad but leave it in ignorance.
Then, headed to nearest photo shop to snap a proper convo photo that takes us a while to get turn. It reminds me of my day of convocation, past is past and now I have been away from any educational thingy for years.
After photo shoots Abah made his way back to kelantan and bring along all the noises and lurid away from me. That is life; I could never got everything at the same time, family and work.
So I drove back to pantai dalam alone….again.