So my job had required me to fly over to KL just before Christmas last year and the arrangement for accommodation had had me staying very near to the main campus of University of Malaya, the university that I had attended and later shaped the career that I am still holding on to up until now.
I made my time to go jogging inside the campus area while doing a lil bit of going down the memory lane while I was at it. I went to some of the buildings that I spent so much time lounging around, to the lecture hall and classrooms that I had first visited and later to the residential college that I was first placed in as a freshie.
Memories just came flooding in as I recalled how I started off so innocently as a curios 18-y-old teenager, eager to take on the world. I was lucky because I already went to a boarding school on the East coast for two years prior so the exposure to the cultures of the people in the Peninsula was already there for me I actually fit right in so smoothly and without much hassle.
I went to the building block that I stayed in, where the other block was already allocated for female students instead of male ones as it used to be. Other than that, and a new cafe that was built independently to replace the old one which was an extension from one of the hostel blocks, everything doesn’t seem to have changed that much.
So many things happened at the hostel block that I stayed in where I shared a room with two other students who were also both from Sabah. I chuckled at myself when I looked back and noticed that most of the funny incidences that came to mind had involved alcohol. We worked hard and partied just as hard. Heh.
Somehow, all I could think of were the distant memories of me as a student. I don’t particularly miss them, or missing the campus life because they are just distant memories that I had moved on from. All of the people that I created the memories with are no longer there of course, and thanks to the social media and cellular technology, I am still in contact with most of those that I were close with.
I was there for two years before I moved to an off-campus residential college, and later to a house that I rented with more than a dozen others! I mean, I kept moving from one place to another since, but this place will certainly have a special spot in my memory and heart.