My parents met here, lecturer and student, 8 year difference. Though the marriage only lasted 10 months, I was born. Yeay! Do you believe in black magic, my grandma said that was the cause.
Both studied here. I was born at the VIP room at the university hospital, where my late uncle delivered me. I was raised at the university quarters. Raised from the stipend the university gave my father till he retired.
When I was a kid, I remember going pass this small hill that houses a building, fitted with an erected digital clock. It was big and very 60-70s design, hard to miss. That same fronting building became my department where I studied biomedical engineering. I was suppossed to further my twinning studies in the US, but as fate has it, the economy was bad, our currency went down, my program cancelled. The story goes, I was transferred to an IPTA. I failed Circuit Analysis there, once before in the community college, so I was kicked out. During those times, my father though separated already, are having their own challenges, it was tough on me too because, you know, they are still my parents.. I got into the fated university that I was born in, where my parents met. It was tough. I got kicked out again, this time for failing Solid Mechanics, three times.
This time, I told my father off to leave me alone so as to get the heat off my back. I appealed to the senate, and was given a shoo in back but had to take one semester break. During those time, my father didn’t give me a dime, I survived by giving lecturers and kidnapping the kancil that my other step siblings wanted to use too. I graduated with honours in one of the most longest and gruelling course in the university. This was no interpretative dance major, no offense to dance majors, but not really rocket science, but tough all the same. I won the APEP Asia Pacific Cup for the uni and nation there. When I started freelancing, I got a training job that helped me survive from the uni, training the undergrads on thinking skills, resume writing and interview skills.
I was on my way for an appointment yesterday when I met the entourage from Phuket. You name it, grandma, auntie, sis, mom and dad of course and etc, were accompanying the beautiful girl for her concocation. Then I saw the paper bag, aiks, it’s my alma matter!
So, after the appointment, I went and visit the uni. I even sneaked into the library. Oh My Gawd, it is fully renovated now, with the collaboration space, something I would be envying till I turn green. I love it.
I spent some time browsing, heckling some club members who were busily recruiting with questions and this and that, it was fun. There was the auditorium hall space dedicated for indie book publishers. Nice cover designs. Then, I saw two books from the blogger historian Cik Srikandi..
Entah macam mana, I jadik unofficial spokesperson for the book. Kebetulan pulak the SA for the booth was MIA, I upsold the author and the book the one passerby and her friend. She was enraptured, maybe I am exagerrating, by the subject ..yea la kan..what if there is more to our history than was in in the text book. Her interest was piqued, I kata, You must, You must read it! Gittchewww..
Highlight of my day indeed.
Sekarang ada MRT bus coming into the uni, grand. I miss it. The smell of old books, Haha ..cliche sangat kan ..cannot say I like it much but bila inhale ..it was peculiarly familiar and felt some what ..haven ..kah3 …ovver!
Yup, ada grandfather chair lagi ..mmmm…semoga anak bangsa belajar bersungguh and make something out of your gifts and skills for the betterment of the human kind. Gittew..