The G-day

I don’t really think graduation day is a special day or big day because for me it’s just a celebration day, the real big day is the days behind it especially the final examination day when we’re officially unemployments. Why do we have to celebrate the coming of misery?? phew…

I used to think that I wouldn’t come to my graduation day, but eventually I realized why my friends were so excited about it; because that’s the day when every parent is proud of their selves and their children, no matter how stupid their children are and no matter how late their children take to graduate. They’re just proud. So, as I am not stupid or late to graduate, I think that it would make my parent prouder than other parents. Then, I should take the chance. Besides, I also wanted to apply my kebaya design and be the model at a time. *long time ago obsession.

Talking bout my design, I thought about everything in super details as I am a perfectionist. I pictured of something that can be mixed and matched with other outfits, something that can be worn on several occasions, something which is extraordinary with a small budget, and most importantly, it must be something that can grab attention.

So I made 5 pages of the details including the pics then my complex design made it refused by many kebaya tailors. At the end of my frustration, I finally found the only tailor that wanted to accept the challenge. YEAY! I am a hard-to-impress kinda person. Every tailor that I’ve hired has never gotten the perfect score from me, not even 6,5. But for this time, I could give her an 8.0! The kebaya she sewed is almost close to what I imagined! Here’s my baby:

*You’re all wrong if you think that this is a two-piece stuff, because actually this kebaya consists of four pieces;
 1. grey long dress
 2. short top kebaya
 3. balloon-sleeved mini vest
 4. bow obi

So now you know what I mean by mix-and-match friendly, aye?

Back again to my wish to make my parents the winner of all proud parents for I was the highest GPA at that time and the tallest graduate for sure (yeah, 15cm high heels), but unfortunately, it didn’t go as I wish it would be. My father could not be there due to his operation, my brother… he’s a typical super busy Jakartan, and to make it worse, the graduation committee didn’t announce who the highest GPA was, not even everyone’s mark. So, a moral lesson for my ED juniors, “just be average, no need to work hard because there’s no appreciation at the end. Teehee!”

Anyway, I thank all of my beloved friends and family who had made it better and happier than it could’ve been. You’re the best, guys! *XOXO