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This final handwritten valentine belongs to Juan. That’s my magnet I got from a cute souvenir shop in Malacca; love the cute saying! I hope he likes it. πŸ™‚

So, that’s it for my Handwritten Valentine Project! I hope, despite my amateurish photographic skills, you enjoyed my personally crafted messages using recycled paper and objects from my house, just as I have enjoyed doing it. πŸ™‚


Look at my most awesome valentine card I got from crazyasuka!!!

I freaking love it, thank you so much, girl! πŸ˜€


The day started off rather uneventfully. It looked like it was going to be any other day.

The first class was typical. Boring, tedious, slow. I do hope that that A will be worth it.

In the second class, a friend brought a ‘souvenir’ from a conference she recently attended overseas. The souvenir being two Japanese guys who are visiting for a couple of days! They look typically Japanese and are quite bashful and quiet. I noticed that when strangers come to my class for a visit (a classmate had brought a friend, and another her boyfriend who was visiting from overseas) I tend to be rather… loud. πŸ˜› It’s like these strangers bring out the crazy side in me. I don’t know if I am subconsciously trying to get some attention, because I would never really talk to the visitors; I’m really too shy and don’t know what to say to them. But suddenly I have lots to say in class or to other friends.

So anyway, the day was getting better. Even though I hated the class work we had to do, I managed to finish it, and with time to spare even, to run to the computer lab and surf the net for a bit, before going for lunch with some classmates. And the friend who brought along the Japanese visitors wanted to join us for lunch. So… nice! 8 of us for lunch instead of the intended 4. The more the merrier, right?

Indeed it was! We went to the cafeteria of another faculty, where the food is both delicious and cheap. We couldn’t get a table to fit the 8 of us, so we sat in two tables of four. Initially, we talked to the people sitting in our own tables. And you know how sometimes the longer conversations go, the more bitchy and interesting it gets? Yeah, this was that kind. We talked about what was going on in our lives, before moving on to my favourite topic: gossip.

Oh, how we bitched and bitched! Everyone had something to say about a certain someone who absolutely lacks social skills. I mean, this is the girl who dresses quite fashionably but has no cow sense to make sure her underwear doesn’t show! She usually flashes her faded granny panties but there was once she wore a red thong; it has since become The Infamous Red Thong that the whole class had the unfortunate luck to witness. (A friend who sat behind her when she wore that wailed that she had witnessed live pornography. Haha – she’s a bit of a prude, but well, I can see where she’s coming from.)

Her most recent gaffe was to show an offensive stomach-churning picture for her class presentation with no warning whatsoever of its graphic nature. Said picture is an image of a red-bloodied sort of mess that resembles raw meat in a toilet bowl; that is apparently what comes out after an enema. Okay, sorry if I just made you turn a shade of green, but I’m sure you were wondering how disgusting the image was, and now you know why I’m so bitchy about her!

Aside from that, she has a rather unlikeable personality and terrible work ethics. She is not the class enemy, but let’s just say everybody is wary of her and will never pick her to be in a group project or ask her out for lunch.

So yeah, the 8 of us – or rather, the 6 of us since the Japanese guys were just tagging along (they couldn’t follow the conversation anyway, we apparently talked like ‘machine-guns’!), totally bonded by bitching. I know it’s really not good to bitch about people, and nor do I think anybody deserves to be bitched about the way I had bitched. But I think if you take care of your actions and the way you portray yourself to people, they would not be able to bitch about you the way they do. My philosophy to bitching is this: as long as the person will never know what I have said about her, I am free to say as I please. If I ever get caught, then I must be responsible for what I have said. So far, I have never been caught red-handed bitching about people. Or maybe I was but instead of confronting me, people chose to bitch about me bitching! That would be ironic but perhaps poetic justice. πŸ˜‰

After lunch, we made it back to our faculty in a light drizzle. (The kind I would like to have a kiss in.) While we walked up the stairs to the building where our next class will be in, a friend suddenly sang Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head. And ever since my virgin karaoke experience, I am not ashamed to burst into song in front of my classmates when I’m in the mood. And I definitely was. I sang along with her, warbling at the top of my lungs, deliberately off-key. But my singing is one of a kind; it made us laugh till our stomach hurts.

In our last class, we were exceptionally hyper and raucous. Must be due to the snacks (potato sticks, candies and jelly cups) our friends bought from overseas where they went for the conference. The atmosphere was just so lively and happy. I wasn’t as loud as I was bitching at lunch time, but I felt happy to be surrounded by such… vitality, cheeriness, youthfulness.

After class was over and I was driving back home alone, I felt the contrast of what I had been surrounded by a moment ago and what I was surrounded by then; the tinny radio trying to fill the silence of the car.

I always get a bit melancholic after a happy moment. I realised that this was one of the very few happy memories I have left of my college days. I have only 6 more weeks to go; so little time to create lifelong memories. It really hit me then that in one and a half months’ time, this will cease to exist. I would probably keep in touch with a friend or two, but we can never recreate the spirit of our class. Memories are all I have.

Sigh… I would do it all over again. I would endure the bitching, the backstabbing, the misunderstandings, the disagreements, the assignments, the nightmare lecturers. I would endure all that, to experience the happiness again we have as a class.

Every single one of my classmates have such character. Lecturers either love us or hate us; they would never feel anything in between. We have made an impact on many of the lecturers, just as some of them have made an impact on us. We are the biggest, smartest, noisiest, and most opinionated bunch among our seniors and juniors in the same course. Seriously, we would have made an awesome reality tv show. I mean, 20 girls, a couple of guys, more than half of us single. We’re good-looking and intelligent and articulate and hormonal. How could you not want to tune in to our show, if we had one? πŸ˜›

So… it was not any other day. It was one of those days I will remember back fondly as my carefree college days.

Comments on: "One For The College Days Memory Bank" (16)


    I LOVE me valentine! I also appreciate your kind words towards me… thank you, thank you, thank you.

    This morning, I woke up a bit cranky because I didn’t sleep enough (I had about 4 hours of sleep). Your valentine has just made my day and I’m feeling much better now…

    THANK YOU! πŸ™‚ @};–{

    sulz: you’re very welcome! that’s the whole point of this project! and it’s a way of saying thank you for being a great friend to me. πŸ™‚

    thanks for the rose!

  2. BTW, I really liked this post too.

    (yeah… today, I’m not that eloquent)

    sulz: thank you. πŸ™‚ never mind, there are always other days to be eloquent in!

  3. hmm..Its a once in a lifetime thing. Just absorb each and every second. It will never come again. *Sigh* Now I am feeling nostalgic. 😦

    sulz: i know. i’m trying not to let the mounting assignments get in the way of my last moments with friends. there will never be something like this ever again… but i guess there are more new experiences in life waiting for me out there!

  4. Lovely post Sulz dear, I had no idea you were so close to finishing your course. But think about this…you may soon be employed also known as “in the money” and will hopefully be able to have more holidays with these friends and also with new ones that you meet as you enter the workforce. Friendships formed while sharing the joys and stresses of the workplace are ones that will stay with you forever. So glad you could have this day ..especially after the RAT incident.

    sulz: thank you. πŸ™‚ i know there are lots of experiences waiting for me out there. it’s just so hard to let go of something just when it’s going good. *wistful*

    and yes, i’m glad to have experienced what i did yesterday too. πŸ™‚

  5. lovelyloey said:

    Ah, how fun it all sounds!
    My class is hardly that fun together, which is quite a pity actually. The closest we ever got was all of us kaypoh-ing over this bouquet of spinach (yes spinach) some guy prepared for a girl friend of his. LOL.

    sulz: i know; we actually seldom have such fun. the last i recall was when our classmate threw a party last semester which i blogged about.

    haha, how romantic, spinach!! does he want to build her up like popeye or something? πŸ˜‰ you’ve got one more year to go, hopefully you guys can create lasting memories of your own too. πŸ™‚

  6. I loved this project.

    My favorite thing: The pink pin that is in every picture. I find it funny, and cute.

    sulz: hehe, just a whimsical thing. it’s a bit annoying though because as you can see some pictures are pinless because i forgot to put them on the paper and i have to keep retaking the pictures!

  7. Hi sulz,
    The transition from being a student to a working person was not traumatic for me because I worked 22 hours each week, while I attended both college and university. What I clearly recall about that transition time was how wonderful it was to be able to work during the day and actually sleep at night, rather than studying most of the night too.

    I also thought I would share with you the fact that the 6 people I was closest to in college and university are still my friends today. In fact, I’m visiting with one now and our friendship has endured her move to another continent and marriage to a man who I did not like. Her marriage ended in divorce and we both experienced far too many other ups and downs to recount here but we are still the best of friends.

    My advice is that you invest time and energy into those relationships that bring both friends mutual joy and support in the here and now. I’m sure that if you do those friendships will last a lifetime.

    sulz: does that mean you didn’t enjoy your college days? well, i don’t doubt that i would stay in touch with some friends, but i know i will never be able to experience the happiness i feel as a class and that’s what i feel wistful about.

    but yeah, i should focus on friends who i truly care about and likewise. πŸ™‚

  8. It always amazes me how your comments seem so familiar to me. I’m loud and a bit of a showoff as well in front of strangers. It is a form of attention whoring – at least for me it is.

    I’m also very melancholic. My advice, don’t worry about. Sure your life changes when school is over, but there’s no need to be sad. Although it is rather beautiful that you hold your memories so fondly.

    Sadly, regarding friendships lasting a lifetime, while the occassional one does, it seems to me that more often than not it plays like the end of that movie “Stand by me.” You drift apart, go separate ways, and find your time consumed by work and ultimately new families. It’s okay though. Change is frightening, but ultimately inevitable.

    As interesting as you are, I’d imagine you’ll get into all kinds of new adventures very soon.

    sulz: i’m sure you are, but if we ever meet, i’ll be a dormouse i think! πŸ˜‰ yes, change is very scary to me, i’m always afraid that i made an irreversible choice.

    i don’t feel as interesting as you think of me, but i do hope interesting experiences come my way nevertheless! πŸ™‚

  9. Oh, sulz! This post is a tribute to these times! I think you will be so glad that you wrote this so soon after having such a good time with your friends. There is an uninhibited joyfulness here that you may not have captured had you waited, or just thought about the memory later.
    I understand your wistfulness. These are times that, no matter what you do in the future, you will never have again. You are so right to savor the memory—ummm, except for that poor girl you all picked on πŸ˜‰ . I understand that too, though. This was a way for you and your friends to feel united about something. There are few more powerful feelings than that. I’m a little wistful too, reading about your good time. πŸ™‚

    sulz: yeah, i wrote about it a couple of hours after the class. i hope i managed to capture the feelings i had here, but i guess you can’t truly capture anything that intangible down. even a picture is a mere echo of a moment, a tangible memory…

    thank you for your lovely words; i feel like you really understand me sometimes! πŸ™‚

  10. You did capture it Sulz it reminded me of the students in the year ahead of CJ [mostly the girls] who were quite distraught to leave year 6 behind because they had bonded so well and were all going to different schools and really really loved their teachers that year. The next year however when CJ went through year 6 they all had a really difficult time with crowded classrooms and intense bullying…by the teacher I might add and so there was not the same pining or nostalgia as the previous year.

    So it shows what a wonderful day you had [and you can count those on the fingers of your hands, and maybe if you are lucky your toes, by the time you are my age] and how you have bonded and how safe you feel. It is a great thing and I am so happy for you as it should serve you well with your confidence level in future.

    Also… so you are quiet in person with people…it is a blessing with so many loud people around. We know another side of you here and that side will come through more as you age and become comfortable with yourself. Imagine if all people your age had the confidence or wisdom of some older people…they would be insufferable cause they would have it all…looks, youth, health…leave us oldies something!

    sulz: i guess i did, huh? πŸ™‚ thank you for telling me that. my sixth form was nothing much compared to this, though i did have some good memories, like winning a nationwide competition and having a taste of what’s it like to be molested. πŸ‘Ώ

    oh, i’m a real introvert in reality. it took me over 2 years before i opened up to some of my classmates. but once i feel comfortable around people, i can be really really crazy. hmm, youth and health i do have, but looks? have you seen my pictures? (if you haven’t, cj has and he can give you the password and link if you like. πŸ™‚ )

    oldies have something money can never, ever buy and would complete a youthful person if he or she obtains it – experience! nothing like experience to make you feel some sense of accomplishment, in a way that you know you have been there, done that, if anything.

  11. You can’t just throw a “winning a nationwide competition and having a taste of what it is like to be molested” at us like that…spill the beans. Email me email me now [been watching toooo much late night telly with CJ]

    sulz: haha, it sounds more dramatic than it really is, but maybe i could write about my sixth form while i can still remember most of the good and bad times then. so, a post for your curiosity will be coming up. πŸ˜‰

  12. Great post. I think I know exactly what you mean – I felt just like that when I left my secondary school. It’s an odd sort of feeling, isn’t it? You might not have enjoyed everything that happened, but when you look back on the good times, you can’t help but feel a little sad, can you? Still, that’s what memories are for.

    Word of advice though – bitching is fun, but if you don’t want people to find out what you said about them, it might be an idea not to put it online. πŸ˜‰

    sulz: thank you! πŸ™‚ your sentiments are spot on; i guess everybody goes through that as part of their education experience.

    i know. πŸ˜› so far i do think that none of my classmates are aware of this blog (i constantly lie about not having a blog, i think that helps) ‘cos if they ever did, i think i would be the class pariah since i bitched a hell lot more in other posts. :mrgreen:

  13. Sulz, did I just read molested? And what was this national competition? I agree with Magik Quitter – you can’t just toss that out there and not give us the story.

    sulz: haha, i just know what it feels like to be molested. as to whether i was, you guys can decide when i write about my sixth form days. very soon, i promise!

  14. Wow, I think I missed the story the first time I read this post, which is really, missing the whole post!

    That memory is so great. I’ve been having things like that NOW that I’m a few months away from graduating.

    I still want to get the hell outa there though!! I’m sure I’ll be able to experience things with them, different, but probably better.

    sulz: better late than never. πŸ˜‰ i’m glad you had similar experiences to mine and know what it’s like. at times, i really wish something would happen to make us all stay for another year but i think if that came true, it wouldn’t be meaningful… i’d want them to stay on their own accord. but everybody wants to go too, so who am i to stop them? i can only cherish what time we have left…

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