Not much of Stories



I attended Copot's wedding last week. It's kinda weird to wish Congratulation to his father. "Ermmm, ini ayah Fauzi ya? Tahniah pakcik!". I've been calling him Copot or Fa'oz for the past 9 to 10 years and all of sudden, I muttered his real name reluctantly. First because I wasn't sure if that old man is his dad. Secondly, I wasn't quite sure how to pronounce his name correctly.

We had quite a number of boys turned up that day. For the first time in this year I met with SBY* (se-bai) and Tibao*. The rest is just the same faces whenever we have wedding among our friends.

Okay, enough of the wedding stories. Now, next thing.

Yesterday we had a friendly futsal match with SASsian class of 94. They were our seniors when we were Form 2. It was a good game. I think I was a pretty good at being a goalkeeper. There were few familiar faces among the seniors. One of them is Paipon.

I remember him as one obnoxious senior in 2B4. Yeah, we were physically small back then. And he was like a coconut tree height 'pailang'. But now, he's just slightly above average height for a standard Malaysian. Not that intimidating (especially when you have lived with 2 meter tall of people for 5 years).

A few of us played a bit rough that night. Ijane the senior got tackled a few times by different players of us. Hahahaha, can't imagine if we did that when we were in school. Surely we got 'rehabilitated' in the rehabilitation room of Dato' Onn house. Then, we're fucked!

Then, there was Bob the fat guy too. Yeah, he's fat. Real fat. The reason why I remember him is not because of his fatness. It's because of one incident in Zaaba House when we were Form 2. It didn't happen to me though. It happened to my friends in Zaaba.

Bob came back to the room, shouting and yelling to the juniors, asking them to gather in the room at 11.30 pm. That is when the light goes off. The moment they turned off the lights, this guy yelled again, "Haaa..apa lagi..cepat tonggeng! Tonggeng cepat!! Aku nak toron sorang-sorang!". Geezuzzz...everyone was scare shitless!!

Hahahahaa...I guess everyone cursedg him all night long!

Yep, almost all the good stories resurfaced again when we meet familiar faces. Stories which we probably won't remember until someone reminds us again. I'll never forget those seniors who beat me when I was in school. Same goes to seniors who showed me kindness and the meaning of patience like Abg Ungku, or Abg Husyairi and a few others. I don't mind to call them abang if I stumble with them in a street.

Anyway, I won't trade my experience in all boy's boarding school with anything else in this world.

Vocabulary
SBY = Saiful Bahri Yusof
Tibao = Shahriman
Pailang = Thug
Toron = sodomize