last friday i received a text informing me to check the interview result for Uitm. as my brother was using the ipad, i interupted him for a while. when i checked, i didn't get to be interviewed. haha. at least that was what i thought at that time. and the day went by.
the next day i went to a birthday bash. woohoo. happy birthday, dearest Nael Iman. it was amazing, just like the last time. i enjoyed myself the most because there's variety of good food to choose from. yeah yeah. and, because everything is oh-so-overwhelming, i forgot to take photos.
that night i even got the chance to meet Aznil Hj. Nawawi. he's taller than what i once got in mind. oh yeah, i did take a picture with him. so that makes the ONLY photo i ever got from that night. haha. i did wait for the very last minute before he went to whereever he wanted to be next. hm, why am i always like that?
next day, right after i got home from accompanying mom - she went spreeing again - i turned on the computer. i went to check for my interview result yet again. this is because a friend texted me and told me that he just went to the interview that evening. somehow i got jealous a bit so, i went to check for the second time. hehe. when i opened the website, i realised that i have clicked on the wrong link! that's when i realised i have to at least be panic. why? i didn't prepare anything yet for heaven sake. and then, i checked and... i have interview to attend the very next morning in Uitm, Melaka.
that was when i felt numb.
as usual, when things went wrong i turned to mom. well, not usually. fortunately, mom is someone i can rely on when things get rough so, i'm at lost if i don't turn to her. that night, we went to make copies of my certificates and all those documents needed for the upcoming morning. and when we got home, i went to borrow shoes from my neighbour - she's a friend. we're about the same size so, i don't mind the shoes being a little little. i was desperate. how can i cannot be when the footwears which i got with me are a pair of black flip flop, brown sandals and a grey low-cut Converse?
"they don't go with baju kurung," said mother. my heart sank because i thought my Converse match the colour of the flowers on my baju kurung. it really does, you know - if only you can see it with your eyes.
next morning. i woke up before 6am. straight face. went to Melaka with my dad.
i was still stunned. this was going to be the first interview, of course. would i be okay? that was the question i found floating up and down inside my head. and i kept telling myself, "don't worry. i can write well. the writing exam will be fine. my english is okay though i'm not that fluent. i'll be okay."
when the time finally came, we lined up. yeah, it pretty much surprised me because we were all girls there. the only males were those facis. i don't know them, they might as well be a bunch of lecturers. who knew? later, not every one of us got a proper seat. i didn't get any seat for more than 2 hours. my feet hurt and i was very thankful because i've got this girl with me. her name's Nur Ashura. we chatted about random stuff. she's friendly and i hope to see her again. oh, i found it was very pleasant to have her around. she made me forgot about my hurting feet. haha.
and have i told you that i was the last one to be interviewed? everybody left. there was suppose to be this girl named Yuhanis after my turn but she didn't show up. a boy showed up because he missed his interview the day before. so, technically, he was the last.
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