lifewithLillian
Brings Back Memories of College Days
My daughter has often asked me if I keep in closer touch with my classmates from school or more with my University mates, and I have to say that when it comes to fraternity, nothing really compares with the friendships I made in my three years in College. I am an alumnus of the University of Malaya, and in my time, this was the first and only University in our country.
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y classmates were also college mates, which mean we “lived in”, resided on campus as
hostelites. Tese facilities were available to those who were from out of town, and since my home then was Penang, I qualified for a place in one of the Resident Colleges. I lived in Tird College during my
first year, where I met girls from all over. My first roommate, Azian, was a second year student from Kelantan and she was the Freshie Queen of her year. From her, I learnt a great deal about kampong life and village belief systems. At Tird College, my friends
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and I were a mischievous bunch. We must have been the bane of the our College head Mrs Sandosham, and I am sure she did not know how to cope with our antics and maybe that is why we found ourselves assigned to Fourth College for the rest of our time at University. College living really fostered our friendships that have lasted since the late Sixties. We came from many States and we belong to the post-Merdeka, post-Independence generation. I remember being excited just to be in University. I never quite got over the awe of living amongst new people, being part of such an august institution… and it all rather
got to my head, although looking back I realize maybe that is why the friendships I made, the bonds we created and the experiences we lived through back then - eating hokkien black mee for supper, ragging the boys who dared come over to our part of the campus and chatting into the wee hours of the night about date nights, boyfriends and yummy professors - got stamped so indelibly into our heads, that all of us, long after leaving University and each going our separate ways can still recall with such clarity and hold so dear so many fond memories. It was at Fourth College where I really connected with women
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