My convocation.

I was a walking sauna room. I refused to take off my gown in fear of a massive sweat patch on my back (specifically where I rather not find out). It was possibly the most boring ceremony in the world, but we held on out of mutual respect. Nobody walked out of the grand ballroom, it was civilised and dignified. The only disturbing thing was when Negaraku was played, almost nobody sang along.

I didn’t bring my camera. I was just leeching off other people’s memory disks, hehehe. The following pictures were taken with Dad’s camera.