(This post was written the night before completely shifted out from 2/210 Kolej Cendana at 1.15am with the unexplainable emotion running through the author)
The night is almost reaching the end.
Yet, I am still consciously staring on the computer after a hustle bustle day packing and sending my belongings to the new residence.
This new place that is going to be my next shelter looks like a colony of settlement during the pre-independence days with painting scraping off and also the traditionally used dumping garbage tunnel method, with building erecting one by one closely without any tress shading the place, and anything you can imagine during those era.
What for sure, I am going to miss the current place I am staying, nicely called the Kolej Cediaman Kolej Cendana.
Perhaps, I would have once thought Cendana as how I have described the future hostel, but the sentimental values embedded for the past two semesters, have absolutely make this a very missing and memorable stay.
Yes, maybe after minus that not functioning washing machine, the super hot life that can really squeeze out all your sweat, with those absurd ruling that demand us to wear longs or you will be given a ‘love letter’ by someone with the name of Pak Guard.
But…but I will never forget Cendana is the place that unites and meet us all together.
The place we share the laughter, letting the music playing in the air after having a barbeque (with a size of pit as big as just the 2 Pearson Biology textbook shared by almost 10 people.)
But, maybe you would say all this will still be the same in the future hostel.
I don’t think so.
Personally, I will remember the Mak Cik in Mesra Petronas, who have treated us so mesra and someone we would like to see after our dinner. ( I was searching for you for past 1 week to bade farewell but you were not there, maybe we will meet again in near future).
How about the Mak Cik Ayam Panas Panas (I don’t mean the Mak Endon), but the Mak Cik who sells the Nasi Lemak there…
Thanks for the dinner, maybe it’s dirty, but truthfully will other stalls like Dawood will be so much cleaner. Far away from truth, I have seen myself the Dawood kitchen. And remember the guy who makes the roti canai. Did he wash his hand every time he came out from the toilet?
So, tahan saja la!!!
The lady Pak Guard who wears like a policeman, you are just so ‘cute’ (maybe not an accurate word for a security guard), but I just think so.
The Chinese man who sells vegetable, the shorty guy who sells chicken, the Kanji Store owner, the mak cik in the dhobi, see all of you again and I would say that all of you have make my life in Cendana more worthy…
Tomorrow will be different from yesterday, but the good yesterday will make me make a better tomorrow today.
Segenap setahun masa berjalan,
Masa benarlah cepat bergerak.
Segalanya kini tinggal kenangan,
Jauh di mata di hati tidak.
Kerani dan pak guard,
Mesra dan Pasar Malam,
Walau kini tak dekat,
Tetap ingin berkirim salam.
Salam cendana.
22 May 2010.