Reminiscing...

I was going over some of my assignments from the first few semesters. The first thing that came to my mind after reading them was: "Damn, I'm good!". And the next thing I said to myself was: "How come I don't write like this anymore?". Which is true, considering how much time I actually spend writing nowadays. This blog can serve as a testament to my alarming affliction of writer's block.

Looking back, I can honestly say that my lecturers did a lot in terms of influencing my work. People like Natasha, Syireen, Lean, and Usha inspired me in their own different quirky and eccentric ways. These were the kind of lecturers who made me believe that I could achieve something and strive to be a better student. Then there were those whose only aim in life was to paralyze and demoralize every single student that ever crossed their paths. Many names come to mind, but top of my list is Iron-jawed pussy PD Selva, Sour Cream and Onions Irene, Justin 'Deepthroat' Victors. Well, Justin is okay now after he's seen what I'm really capable of. Before he was giving us shit and treating us like helpless puppies who can be tamed and trained. Nothing good can be said about his teaching, but going up against him was good training for my journalistic skills. Through him I learned how to be more rebellious strong willed in the face of chauvinistic and prejudistic nimwits.

Now I've graduated, I left wondering what did I ever achieve in Taylor's College. Aside from becoming more sarcastic and bitter, I've manage to cultivate a deep hatred for Malaysians in general and have a strong suspicion that the private education institutions in this country are nothing but money grubbing demons in disguise. And they're wondering why not one of us are planning to continue our degrees with them...