Something has ended.

But I can't remember what.

Graduation was surreal. Not how Utopian magnificence and good chocolate is, but more like how you ate fantabulous sushi yesterday but can't remember what type of fish you had; whether it was salmon or unagi.

Fishy things aside, I really can't remember much.

I remember sniggering at the person's (whoever he or she [can't remember gender] was) speech on how our university has served us, and how monumental their 'sacrifice' was.

I vividly remember the person quoting Mahatma Ghandi and Nelson Mandela, and then thinking to myself - the person who wrote the speech must've been an Indian because he quoted indian men.

I remember remembering that 'Oh yeah, Mandela isn't Indian' and had a bimbotic spasm in my head then and there while the whole ceremony was going on.

I remember cheering very, very loudly for one particular friend who hurt her leg, and had to use crutches, painfully limping across the stage to receive her hard-earned RM30,000 piece of paper.

I remember thinking, "She's like a war hero, celebrated for surviving." then feeling a tad jealous that my cheers weren't as loud.

I remember not going to the toilet because it was too difficult to lift all those layers of clothing up just to pee.

I remember flashes of camera lights, and being made to raise my scroll up into the air for photographers.

I remember trying to catch a cab and seeing people pose for photos outside the building that wasn't even our own.

I remember blurred figures in batman costumes as the cab sped by.

But I don't remember having said goodbye.