One night, many feelings

At last it was done...proud, grateful and contented...

Last night was convocation night, it was a special night...so special that I cant find words to describe....however there are always things to be said....always...

started feeling a myriad of emotions only hours before the ceremony...excitement...joy...sadness...fear...loneliness....
I think I had experienced these before on the last day in my secondary school...but it is more intense this time...

it always feels good to be back in familiar places with familiar faces...although there was some confusion on my part upon reaching ntu...managed to regain some sense of direction after a while........had to register.... had to collect the additional invitation card (thx to LCY).... had to change into the convocation gown....

having settled my family down in the auditorium....decided to go around finding friends to take photos......managed to find some....failed to find some...

the whole ceremony was supposed to be solemn yet some moments elicited laughter from the audience (me included).... I wonder whether was it due to our good sense of humour or is it because of our "child-liked innocence"......

anyway the whole ceremony proceeded smoothly and ended with the audience cheering and clapping loudly when the last graduate received the certificate.....the audience has been a very patient and supportive one...

on our way out for the reception and more photo takings...I saw a grandma struggling to stand up and reach out to hold her grandson's hand (1 of the graduates)....as the hands clicked together......I know in my heart that mine was somewhere looking at me and I know she will say "well done ah wee...you have done me proud".....and I replied in my heart "thank you po po..."

once outside .... chaos reign again.... some rush for food...some rush to find the love of their life before all is too late...some just rush around because they feel the need to.....some rush to the toilets too i guess...

I was torn between taking photos with my family and also with friends....hopping around the auditorium joining the different groups for photo taking and the throwing of the motarboard...HUAT AR!

after all was done....I knew it was time to leave....I turned around and looked for one last time the place where I learnt a lot ...where I suffered a lot...where I enjoyed a lot...I turned back and decided to move on.....such is the way of life....it goes on