So, today was the last day of college. Yeah, time flies, huh? It has only been 9 months since I first enrolled myself into CIMP in Sunway University College. 9 months. Heck, I can get knocked up and the baby won’t even be out yet in that short period of time!
Of course, I don’t feel as sad compared to high school’s graduation where I have to say goodbye to people who I have known for 5 years, the teachers, the classmates, the friends, the cliques, and even the Indian security guard who was always so friendly to everyone. I’ve only known my college mates for a few months, that’s why I find it even more surprising that I’m actually feeling all depressed and emotional today.
First of all, I’m going to miss Pink House. That crappy restaurant across of the college compound. The food there isn’t impressive. The ambiance is terrible. Everyone there smokes, so I can hardly feel the air conditioner at all because it’s like an oven most of the time. And I have breathed in so much second-hand smoke there that I think I will probably get lung cancer a year from now. But, as much as I hated that place, I know I will miss it a lot, because as much as I hate to admit it, it’s like a third home to me right after my real home, and college, of course. Pink House was our hang out spot for the whole of second semester in CIMP. We went there for lunch almost every single day, and we would torture ourselves by watching the crappy reality TV show playing on MTV channel. Heck, one day from now, I’m sure I would even miss Harun, the pervy waiter with that weird accent who would call my friends, “seksi gal”, because, sometimes, he’ just plain hilarious. But most of the time, he’s just really creepy.
And of course, I would also miss my lecturers. Miss Vanessa Persaud, Miss Nancy Sutter, Mr. Robert Murphy, and Mr. Jean de Villiers. Seriously, I can’t imagine what the semester would be like without them as my lecturers. They are just the coolest bunch ever.
Even though it was only Miss Vanessa‘s first semester here in CIMP, she does not lack in skills or experience or anything like that. She tried her best to make lessons fun, and she managed to do just that, because communication technology is the one subject I have never dreaded to go to class to before.
And Miss Nancy, our hippie teacher. We knew she was different from the other lecturers since the very first day of class. She has this really unique way of teaching, and thanks to her, I actually learned how to think differently from various perspectives of things. World issues is actually a boring subject, but just being there in class, listening to her worldviews is fascinating enough. It still amazes me how open minded she is, and how she treats her students as peers. She didn’t even flinch when my classmate used the ‘F’ word when he was answering her question. She could still ask, “Do you mean sex, or like, messing with someone? I don’t really know which definition of the word you’re trying to convey to us.” See how cool she is???
And Mr. Murphy, my English lecturer. Ah, he probably doesn’t remember this, but I had spoken to him a week before I enrolled myself in CIMP, during Sunway University’s Open Day. My parents and I sat in front of the CIMP booth, listening to him prattling about some story about a boy who thought he was going for July intake, but his dad enrolled him immediately, and he was laughing heartily and saying, “That poor kid.” My parents confessed to me that they didn’t actually understand what he was saying half the time because he was speaking too fast for them, and his words were harder to comprehend for them because of his Canadian accent. But maybe because I’ve watched too many American movies, that’s why I could understand every single word he was saying, and I was the only one laughing along to his story. I kind of knew that I wanted him as my English lecturer right then, because I knew he would have plenty of stories to tell in class, and trust me, there were PLENTY. Mr. Murphy is a true story-teller. Heck, there’s no doubt in my mind that if he was to write an autobiography, it would be as thick as an encyclopedia, and I’m sure I would still take my time to read it because his stories are just so full of life. I would definitely miss the times when we were supposed to have a free period, and attendance in class wasn’t even required, but I still went to class, and listened to him talk, and we would discuss about various novels and authors and academic writing. But if there was one thing I regretted though, it was that I dozed off in class a few times before when he was reading King Lear (see? I learnt in his class that if it’s a title of a play, then we have to underline it, not put it in a quotation marks. :B) in class. I would like to apologize for that, it wasn’t you who was boring, Mr. Murphy! It was Shakespeare! Blame it on him!
And of course, there is Mr. D. I had to stay up late for the subject registration to open at midnight so I could register myself for his class immediately. He is the best economics teacher in CIMP, and everyone knows that. His period 5 class was full 30 minutes after the online registration opened. See how popular he is? Well, I was from science stream, so I was totally clueless when it comes to economics. I thought that I would hate this subject a lot, but instead, I fell in love with it, and I am quite positive that it’s all thanks to Mr. De. This was the one class I gave my full attention to, no matter how tired I am. And most of the time, I would be feeling really sleepy already because his period 6 class only starts at 2.45pm. He made this semester a great one, there’s no doubt about that. Most of all, he is just so full of positive energy and heck, sometimes wish I have more friends who are like him, because it’s just so good to surround yourself with people like Mr. De. If I become rich one day, it would be all thanks to Mr. De.
Ok, now that I have covered my lecturers, I shall mention a little about the friends I have made in CIMP. I have to admit that I was am quite of a loner, and I am socially awkward, and I suck at striking up conversations with people. So, to be honest, I didn’t really make a lot of close friends throughout this past 9 months. But it doesn’t matter if we weren’t exactly close, but these people have been part of my life, so they all deserve a mention!
First, the Chinese gang. Yup, I call them the Chinese gang. Back in first semester, they always huddle around at the back of the class, forming their own little clique consisting of…. well, Chinese. Alicia, Carmen, Charis, Leng, KC, Edwin, Kah Kit, Sherlyn… and who else did I miss? Ah, forgive me if I’ve missed out on anyone, but yeah. The main point is, I’m glad that I got to know you people no matter what. And also, I’m glad that I joined you guys to play futsal along with Daniel, Chuben, Tommy, and the others, no matter how badly bruised my toe is now. I mean, heck, even after a week, my toe is still leaking some pus stuff. It looks so darn gross! Well, yeah, basically, all of the people from IDC class back in first semester, you guys rock!
Then, there is the comm tech group people. Ok, I confess, I didn’t really mix around with everybody in the class because our assignments usually require us to sit in front of our computers and work on our projects. But I will miss Mohanad Bajunaid, the adorable 22 year old from Yemen who always thinks so highly of himself, and always thinks that his presence itself is worthy of a celebration. At first, I kinda thought that he kinda looks like a terrorist, but it’s all cool because after I got to know him better, he’s just such a comedian. Also, Raian Mahmud, my so-called secret buddy (he came up with this lame term, not me), because apparently our friendship is like one of between a psychiatrist and a patient of some sort. He would always come to be with his troubles and I would try to act like Dr. Phil and throw out some sound advice. He shall be remembered as the nice guy who would always help me out with computer related stuff without asking anything back in return, so thank you for that. As long as I still use the fake Adobe programmes such as Photoshop and Illustrator on my laptop, then I would still have you to thank! And next, we have Anthony Paul. He shall be remembered as the British-Tanzanian dude who would always disturb me on Facebook and the future-rap-star-to-be. I will miss insulting his British roots every time I see him. He has me to thank for telling him that not all Malaysians are Malay, and not all Chinese comes from China. Heck, I’m sure he would get beaten up one day if he kept saying, “I love China!” to every single Chinese he sees. And of course, I would miss Tan EeLaine. ♥ It’s funny how I’ve seen her in Catholic High School so often, and heard of her name before, but we never became friends up until we found out that we were in the same comm tech class. She is just a bundle of joy, and it’s amazing how she could always be so active in class so early in the morning. Sometimes, I just feel like dropping dead on the keyboard but she would always keep me awake with her stories. There’s just something about the way she speaks, like, she can make even the most banal story sound interesting because she would be so hyped up about it, and you would just feel excited about the story as well, even though it has nothing to do with you at all. It’s really sad that we had never had lunch before throughout the whole semester. Her break was in period 3, mine was in period 4. ): And if one day, we ever get the Starbucks vouchers which we won from Miss. Vanessa, EeLaine promised that we would go get a cup of coffee together, because for some reason, I make the worst choices ever when it comes to ordering Starbucks coffee. The two friendship bracelets you made for me will always be around my wrist 24/7 until the day my left hand gets chopped off or something. And even if that ever happens, I would still always have my right hand, right? Well, yeah, that’s a promise I hope to keep! (:
The English class gang. Ah, to be honest, we weren’t really a gang – gang, but there’s just a sense of togetherness when we were all under Mr. Murphy’s teaching…does that even make sense? Well, no, I’m just lying to myself. Actually, the Iranian gang tend to stick to themselves, and the Malaysian gang stick to themselves as well, besides a few rare occasions, of course. Nelisa, Fatin, Iman, Adrian, Ewen, Charity, Alex and Charis, I will miss you guys a lot! Charis, who I can actually relate to the most, because we both are just so kiasu, and we always want to ace our tests, assignments, and everything else, that’s the main reason why we picked each other as our presentation partner. Heh. And Charity, the girl who’s always laughing at everything, it’s a pleasure to gush about Kpop with you and Charis! (: And of course, Alex, my friendly rival who is always so mean to me. The 16 year old KID would call me old, and lame, and a loser, and he would point the middle finger at me as well. He’s so lovable, right? Haha. But yeah, I would definitely miss him a lot, too, because he makes the class more interesting. And the rest of the class who I don’t really talk to often, (well, mostly because it’s difficult to talk during Mr. Murphy’s class), thank you, for playing even a small part in my college life. (:
Well, of course, I can’t possibly categorize all of my friends into groups. So, to the little individuals, like Vincy, the adorable Chinese girl in class who always make me laugh whenever she tells me stories of this certain classmate of ours. :’) I will actually kinda miss that certain classmate, too, since his Facebook page brought so much laughter to us all. And Jo, ah, you might not know it, but I am so gonna miss you when you leave for Australia next year! You are just one of a kind! I mean, I seriously, and literally do not have any other friend who is as obsessed with fan fiction as much as you do. We bonded through K-pop ever since the first day of college, and then through the TV shows we watched, and then through the books we read. Heck, you’re the only person I know in college who loves books as much as (and I think, probably even more than) I do! And you’re a twitter whore, too! Like, sometimes I wonder, why aren’t we closer friends??? And Gladys, the self-proclaimed retard! Oh, how she made me laugh so hard from her retardedness. Her weird antics and wrong responses makes her the joker of the class, and for some reason, she’s happy playing that role. I will forever remember some of the epic things she said and did. :’) And Audrey, although we don’t talk much, but still, there’s no doubt that you’re a fun person to be around with. It was great being able to volunteer with you and Gladys at the Terry Fox Run, because you guys are the perfect duo who never fail to crack me up.
And Daniel, one of the nicest guys on planet earth who is just so weird sometimes! The way he thinks, the way he acts, the way he speaks, and ESPECIALLY the way he types. He looks so mature, and he acts mature, but deep down, he is so childish, like, he loves pulling pranks on people and I became his victim once or twice before. And Hevin, my mankatha ninja! I think that I am probably an embarrassment to him, with me being so Indian and all. Heh. And Chuben, who is just so adorable and he looks like a mini, harmless teddy bear. I shall remember the times when I sang “Evan di Unan Pethan” in his car and lost my voice, good times… good times.
And Stephen James Morrison, (I chose to highlight his name in purple, because that’s the official colour for twats) 17 year old from Saltcoats, Scotland. (That’s how he assured me that it was him when he was chatting with me on Facebook when he was drunk) He is probably the only 6 foot tall guy in this world who is afraid of me…well, only because I’ve slapped him twice in the face on two different occasions. Well, it’s not my fault for being so violent! He truly deserved it! And he calls me names and he insults my music taste. Pfft. Well, at least we’re planning to go to Foster The People’s concert together with Shiv though. 
And even after months of having lunch with him every single day, I still can’t understand half the things he’s trying to say because his accent is so bloody thick. I tried mimicking his accent before, trust me, but it’s just too hard! But I’ve been practicing hard to say “I hate you” in his Scottish accent though, it’s like, “Aye haide yer!” If anyone of you are curious how it’s pronounced, if you ever see me in person, ask me about it, and I will gladly say it to you!
OK. the next two people, who I will probably miss the most. Heck, I can probably write two whole posts just about you guys and it still wouldn’t be enough. There are just waaaay too many memories when it comes to these two.
Divoshini aka, my Hoot! aka my pune! aka my snakedy snake. Gosh, there are just too many nicknames when it comes to her. Haha. Divo, she has got a face for a smile. She seems to be laughing at everything and that’s what everyone loves about her. She’s like a mom AND a child to me both at once if that’s even possible. There she is, always baking cupcakes for everyone and making sure that everyone is well fed. And she felt especially like a mom to me when she taught me all those Tamil words. Hah! And she and Vin have turned me into an Indian by giving me my Indian name, Trishini Nyalapalasamy. And I gave her a Chinese name as well, 迪微寺尼, Heh. We are kind of like sisters sometimes, because we both feel like we have the same parents, and our families are like the Indian and Chinese version of each other. Haha. When we tell each other stories regarding our family, we could totally relate to each other, and sometimes, that was what I needed. So, thank you for that. I would miss the times we had our Nasi Goreng Pattaya Special and bubble tea together at the cafeteria. That was like a first world problem to us, pondering what to eat for lunch and walking round and round the cafeteria. And I would always remember her as the girl who gets high on ribena. :’) Oh, some of the epic things she texted me when she had too much ribena in her system were all saved. Even when my inbox is full, those messages were some of the ones I would keep forever. Hah! Take care during next semester, aite? Things will all turn for the better, for sure. (:
Shivany SenthilNathan. Phew. I thought it was gonna be easy typing her part out, since there are just way too many things I can write about her. But this is actually quite tough… since she’s like the one person I talk the most with this semester. In fact, we talked so much in person AND online, I wonder how is it possible that I’m not sick of her yet, or vice versa. Weird thing is, I don’t believe that we were ever this close back in first semester, because we only hung out in a group and chatting with her on Facebook was so awkward that I would sometimes just find an excuse to go offline to avoid the awkward silences. Yeah, I’m sure she didn’t know that I lied to her when I said, “Hey, so…I have to go offline now.” when actually I didn’t really have to but I just appeared offline on Facebook. Oops. Sorry bout that. Heh. My baaad. Oh, you wanna know a funny story? Back on her first day in college, she actually sat next to me in our English workshop class. She finished her essay so fast that I was thinking in my head, “Dayummm, this girl can really write.” And in her head, I’m sure she was probably thinking, “Why is this girl so slow ah? Must be because she’s Chinese, and her English is bad.” Yeah, racism is her thing. But anyway yeah, I don’t know what happened, but we’ve gotten much closer in the second semester. Sometimes, I think, even TOO close. I think I probably know more about her than I know about my own family members. Something just isn’t right with that girl, you know? She just tells me things that I don’t think she’s supposed to tell anyone at all. Like, her facebook, youtube, email, and ATM passwords? Like, who in their right mind would just let someone who they’ve only known for a few months know about details like that? Heck, I am so secretive about my own password that I would give anyone the death stare if they were to look at the keyboard when I’m keying in my passwords. And that’s one thing I find really peculiar about our friendship. We are just so different that I don’t even know how our friendship worked out. She’s from this gangster school (that’s what I called SMK Subang Jaya) while I’m from this holy, lesbian school (that’s what she called Catholic High School). She was*cough* the popular girl in school who bullies people, while I was the nerd who practically lived in the school library. Our worlds aren’t supposed to meet. If I were in her high school, I would probably have been one of her bully victims. If she were in my high school, she would probably have been kicked out already. But for some reason, our friendship did work out, and I can’t seem to figure out why. As much as I hate to admit it, she has influenced me a LOT in my life, and she probably doesn’t even realize that. The way I type, the way I speak, the way I react to certain things, I don’t do that back when I was in high school. I mean, c’mon, would high school Trecia really use this stupid emoticon, ^_^ and use the word “shit” so many times? I doubt it. Because of her, I have lost my sense of identity. Haih. And SEE. Another example. I used to type “*sigh*” instead of “haih”. Even the way I sigh online has changed! It’s just that, I don’t know why, she just seems to have an identity of her own which is so unique, it could only be hers and no one else’s. She always say that it’s freaky how I could read her mind, but it’s actually not because I have mastered the skill in figuring her out. Does that even make sense? Like, I actually noticed her different facial expressions and I could give them names like, the “Motherchud face”, the “Mutton face”, the “Jackie Chan” face, and so on. And I guess, she finally got used to the fact that I could read her better than she can, then we started this brain wave thing where we just had to glance at each other to know what the other is thinking about. Hence, we start sending brain signals to each other whenever there’s something too epic not to be mentioned. This is like how Lily and Robin did it in How I Met Your Mother, you know? Just that when they did it, it was an epic failure. Hah. But yeah, that was a great episode. (: Anyway, yeah, back to topic. Yeah, her influencing me. I seriously do not know what kind of sorcery she is using on me, but she can make me do the stupidest things ever and make me go to events I don’t even want to go. About the stupid things, I can’t really mention them because then I would be too embarrassed to look at anyone in the eye any more. We have this routine, every single night, I would leave her a long message on Facebook consisting of bullshit, crap stories, 9gag posts and Tumblr gifs. And in the morning, she would wake up at 5am, take a 30 minute long, cold shower, come online, read my message, check her other notifications, then reply to my message an hour later, and she’ll watch Powerpuff Girls on TV or something, and go to college. And then the whole cycle goes on and on, and so far, it has not been broken since the cycle started out in late August during the Raya holidays. How awesomely lifeless is that, huh? I mean, right now, our chat history is gonna reach 16,000 messages soon. Woah. And when we come home from college, we would also chat on Facebook about nonsense, every single day. Whenever my brother comes into my room and if he sees me on Facebook, her chat would most probably be there. Then my brother would shake his head and say, “You guys are like boyfriend and girlfriend ah? Just saw each other 30 minutes ago also must chat already.” And even this random mutual friend of ours called us robots once, because he said he always sees both of us online 24/7. I knew things were bad when the one time I went offline to do my studies and came back online at 11pm, I got scolding from her, and she asked if I was dead, because unless that happens, then I am not allowed to pull this stunt on her anymore. Hmm… and now here I am wondering. When next year comes, and we no longer have the same classmates and topics to talk about, would we still be able to chat like that? Or would we drift apart and just go back to those days back in first semester where I have to pretend to be offline to avoid any awkwardness between us? Ok, now it’s getting way too depressing. And I can’t believe this paragraph alone is already more than a thousand words, I could have gone longer if I wasn’t too tired of typing. She would probably slap the shit outta me, figuratively, for even thinking that way. But, you know, life happens. And I just happen to always over think stuff. It’s like how I’m worried that now that I’m graduating from CIMP, there won’t be anyone there to help her out next semester when she needs help with her work? And now that I’m graduating, who is there to tell her whether or not what she’s about to do is the stupidest decision in the world, or an acceptable one. But putting aside my worries, what I’ll miss though, is all of our moments. Like, I don’t think I can ever listen to a Bruno Mars song without thinking of her because apparently that’s our jam. And I would miss reading her journals of course, because her writing and thoughts always makes me smile. I would miss blackmailing her like all the time. I would miss giving her the side-glance in class whenever the word “India” is mentioned in class. I would miss the times we spent at Pink House. And most of all I would miss all the times where we would sit on the bench in front of the information centre, waiting for our parents to pick us up every single day after class ends. That was our bench. And today, after class ended, we sat there as usual. Her on her side of the bench, and me on my side of the bench….It’s funny how I was the first person she sat next to on her first day in CIMP, and she was the last person I sat with on my last day in college, huh? Damn. I’m gonna miss her so damn much. Can’t believe we have to begin our long distance relationship on our 99th day anniversary. Promise me that our friendship has to be tighter than that brown pants which makes Mr. De’s ass so mantap, ok? Then 15 years from now, you’ll get to see my sepet generation. And I can finally see for myself if Krishna is a labour kid or not. Xoxo – Your Juju Woof Pondati.
OK. And now, to end this depressing blog post. I will miss CIMP, definitely. I will miss college life. I will miss Sunway University College. I will miss every single thing and every single person who I’ve met throughout the past 9 months. Sorry if I’ve missed out on anyone, it wasn’t intentional or anything. And sorry if my English is rather crappy, I know I switched between the past and the present tense too many times already, I’m letting Mr. Murphy down. And lastly, I feel sorry for anyone who has to read through all this crap that I have written. Like, you deserve a candy for reading all these 4,700+ words. This is the longest post I have ever written in my whole life before. And now, I am officially signing off. Peace out.
