The last hand shake (My Best Friend)

It might well have been two months already but there is always not too late to express your feeling. Now that I’m already in my final years I noticed one thing…… Loneliness. Why? Most of my friends had already left. The people that came in with me had left. It’s like I’m the only sheep left out from the herd. My best friend in university, CY had left too that make the loneliness effect worse. Looking back, we really endured a lot during the 3 years.

He’s the person who I met in the morning, in the evening and definitely at night too (a round of supper caps the day) together with Puah. Together we three formed the best friendship I must say. I’ll never forget our determinacy to walk really far just to eat. That’s when we still haven’t got our transport and rely on Bus No. 11 (2 legs). I’m a firm believer that walking is faster than using the UKM bus. Walking from campus to KTM station just to eat Chinese foods make everyone call us stupid but the satisfaction of being full with the food we like at a cheap price worth all of it. But in the end of the day, the walking back process certainly burned back all the food we ate.

And where can you forget the day when we exceeded everyone imagination to walk out to Section 13 mamak just for a yamcha experience. Sometimes it’s not the yamcha moment that we cherished but the walking moment where we talked and look at the surrounding. Yum cha is an activity influenced by him. During my first semester I never go yamcha (seriously saying) because I thought it’s a waste of time. I still remember when I asked him to go yamcha because I was too hungry that night, he was shocked and say must go must go…. this is one in the life time experience….Au Yong ask me go yamcha….

A lot of things happened this 3 years. I still remember how naive we were when we entered the university till respected senior figures we are. Well, sometimes we do have conflict but that’s normal and we just got along with it. I still remember when he asked me whether I’m shocked that he courted a new girl without telling me. I said no. He asked me why when all his friends scold him for not telling them even tough they knew each other more than 3 years. I told him that when you share a room with a person together for one year, the get-to-know is more than any of your schooling friends. I know him more than his friends from my experience living with him. He’s more secretive towards his private life. That is why I told him I wasn’t shocked considering the person I knew of him.

The last day we together were certainly emotional, with us driving around the campus for the last time. Cherishing every moment when we were there. He sent me off till to my car and from my rear mirror I could see him looking at my car moved further till out of sight. Heavy-hearted. This three years experience in university will never happen again. Never, unless, we can travel back to the past. Why I called this topic the last handshake is because apart from the first handshake I had with him when we met on the first day, the second handshake sort of happened when we left and marked the end of university friendship….