Thursday, January 13, 2005

 
8!

My favourite number. My jersey number. Once my position in rugby. The month I was born. The month of merdeka. The number of days Kazaam tried to fast for last year. And now, the number of years you guys have known me, and I've known you. Or at least the number of years that we know Krem is from Bota, or how the spell D.Z.A.H.R.A.N.D.Z.O.W.A.H.I.R.

That's a bloody long period! I myself barely keep in touch with my primary schoolmates now. Nevertheless, one might argue it's because that was waaaaayy ages ago. But how many of you actually still keep in touch with half of your classmates A Levels and Matrix or pilot school for Dabooz.

So why are we so obsessed with this koleq thingy, an annoyed non-koleq anomaly might ask? Don't bother answering, but instead, shove Impression up his ass. And if you don't know what Impression is, just pick any book you can find now and shove that up yours. Such a great book, with interesting illegal copyrighted content. Kudos to Izmir for lending his to me. On top of that, make sure you make your way back to Kuala on the 26th March. How can you even consider missing your chance to be a part of history and a history?

We are not obsessed. We are blessed, with the best thing one can ever ask for after a good looking girl as a wife, another good looking girl as the second wife, a good looking maid, a cool car, a big house, a thick wallet full of credit cards, an account book full of zeros, a good paying job, a private jet, etc etc.. which is friendship. I heard this once, friends are sometimes more precious than your own family, because you choose who to be your friends, but you don't get to choose who to become your family. Therefore we value them, maybe slightly more than other people would because they didn't get to live with Zarox and Foodle for one long year, and Buana for 2.

So back to the number 8. How much have we changed by the number. Certainly 8 itself is not much to count. But 8 times 365? Enough days to give Nikmat a few more feet, or Arep a few more milimitres; enough to give Alan, who use to screw up the rugby team's plan of wearing the blue Anderson jersey during the carnival because of his skinny body, a few more kilograms around the waist, or Adam a lot more kilograms around the body; enough to make Dabooz a Fawker pilot, or Kojeq a real fucker (hehehe kidding bro. cant think of anything else that relates); and definitely enough time to uncross a person's eyes.

Unfortunately for us, or for them, some were lost between these numbers. A few were MIA, perhaps KIA we may never know. Some left and never called back. Some never left and never called back either. Some like Skaters and Kazaam only miss calls. There are those who register at this website but never log back in. There others who ask access to write in the blog but never post a shit up here. There are those who tries to chat but use names like anonymous, ustaz latib, samhong and bowlatt. However there are others who chat using names like adam, kame and kuchai. Others who uploads photos in the gallery or posts job adverts in the blog. And the best ones are those reading this piece now...

Last but not least, I would like to reinstate my point here: 8 is my favourite number!


p/s: happy birthday guys...

posted by bYn 11:53 AM