Keep building me up, then shooting me down. Well I’m already down.
I miss going to classes. I miss hanging out with friends. I miss going out for supper. I miss the school days. I miss going to class late. I miss disturbing lecturers. I miss those random visits to the Faculty. I miss not concentrating in class. I miss lunch together. I miss hanging out at Skillpool in between lectures. I miss doing assignments. I miss rushing for projects at Dining Hall. I miss not sleeping for the whole night. I miss my room in Block C. I miss BSECU. And I definitely miss Inti.
This holiday is too long.
I’m a rotten banana now.
Stale.
I think I forgot what Java is. I’m so gonna die next month. I’m scared. I’m so afraid people there are like 34628347938 times better than me. I will never be a good Software Engineer. I suck. Also consider the fact that I only decided to take up computing 2 years ago and only learned to use the computer at the age of 16. My knowledge in IT is far down the drain. Close to nil. I mean besides those stuffs taught in class. I’m a loser.
2 years in Inti were wonderful. I made lots and lots of friends. But they didn’t last long. That’s why I have like 98347287 groups of friends in Inti, just to know new friends. I shift from group to group every semester. Let’s see:
My bunch of cheerleaders. Well I used to be one of them but somehow got expelled. They consist of mostly my high school friends and their course mates. And where’s Melissa?
Picture taken during Girl’s Night Out at Music Room.
And through Poh Kye, I knew this bunch of friends who, interesting enough, are all from different courses.
Picture taken during the Port Dickson trip.
My bunch of foundation course mates. Really big group. Picture was taken during my 19th birthday at MyBox. My biggest birthday celebration ever.
My Malaysian Studies gang. 3 of the girls were my foundation course mates and the others were from different courses. My first time being appointed as group leader and has been the group leader for every assignments and projects since then all the way till degree. That’s when I know how to scold people. Nah, kidding. =p
Picture taken right after my first ever presentation at Inti compound.
Stact Club. I felt left out here. Don’t know why, that’s why I didn’t hang out with them much back then. I still keep in touch with some of them though. One of them is even my dad’s friend’s son. And yea, there were many Ipohites in this group.
Picture taken during Committees Training Camp at Port Dickson.
Friends from foundations as well but from the other class. I forgot how I got to know them. But it was certainly great hanging out with them. For all I know now, the only one who still misses me is Eng Fei. =D The rest? Kinda lost contact. Oops.
Picture taken during Fei’s birthday at Bukit Tinggi.
My degree course mates. It’s surprise to see how close we got although we were from different parts of the world. We still click like that.
Picture taken during our first BSECU trip to Genting Highlands.
So these are basically (most of, there’re more but non-group ones) the friends I made during my 2 years in Inti. But somehow, I don’t last long in groups. I always got kicked out halfway. Maybe it’s just me. Always the forgotten one. I’m just dope.
It’s so sad to see that some of them don’t even say hi to me anymore. T___T
So stop asking me why do I have so many friends in Facebook, I really do know them alright. We were once friends. Cause it’s like from them, I got to know more people as well. And just for you to know, I do not add people I don’t know. So I’m sorry if I rejected your friend request. *shows sorry face*
Anyway, love me or hate me, I don’t care. But I will still remember you. That’s what Facebook and other social networking sites are for right? To keep in touch.
Come to think of it, I have a related emo post about this topic as well. If you wanna read it, here.
