Graduation, Convocation and Unresolved Feelings

So I am officially an university graduate now. It may not seem that impressive but still,it's something to be proud of. Thinking back, 4 years ago, I stepped foot into this strange unknown place known as Universiti Tunku Abdul Rahman (UTAR), where the girls are plenty, friendly and let's be frank, beautiful. Of course, I might be misguided by the fact that I came from an all-boys school from my primary all the way to my secondary education. I mean, shit could get pretty real when you put 40 teen that just undergone puberty into a classroom that looks more or less like a mental asylum. There will be much balls grabbing, pants removing, gang raping and other sorts of atrocities that I am not willing to mention.

But of course, back to the topic, 4 years ago, I stepped foot in this strange land, filled with hopes and dreams of being a researcher that will create the cure that will stop people from turning into zombies ( Of course also be the one to create the virus that turns people into zombies). You see, my original plan was to study Biochemistry. But halfway through my foundation studies, I got attracted to the prospects of being in IT, influenced by a certain friend. That lead me to a whole new world (A Whole New World from Aladdin playing in the background) called Computer Science. Of course, I never looked back. There might be hard times, numerous late nights fueled by shitty coffee ( We wouldn't get good coffee until about 2 years into my degree studies), stupid assignments and idiotic team members. But what I learned, what I experienced and all the fun I had studying this course vastly outweigh the cons. I've made many a compatriot who fights the same battles and commanded by lecturers guiding us on this war against the ever-improving,ever-expanding world of IT. There will be two particular lecturers among the many who I would like to express my utmost gratitude. It is with their guidance that I am who I am and where I am today. 

Of course, all that being said, somehow there is still a part of me that are unwilling to leave this place. There is a huge part of me inside that wished I could still be a student, could still gain and learn from the awesome lecturers here. Even yesterday when I am supposed drive 3 hours back to my work from this little town, I went back into the university again. It seems that I just cannot resist having a last look at this place before I go out to become a corporate sellout. Perhaps I will see you again, UTAR. Perhaps not too long from now. And until then, it's time to fight a new battle.