I can’t remember how Kuala Kangsar was the night I made my way there (and by mistake ended up at the Christian cemetery in Bukit Chandan).
I remember Prep School was full of lights and how majestic Big School was. I remember the emptiness and the fear that I had to part with my parents for good.
I can’t even remember what was it like on the registration day, except that Capoe made a complete fool of himself wearing the school uniform (ha ha ha). I remember Fadli (and Uncle and Auntie) looking very busy.
I remember the tears when my parents finally left.
The rest of the days are blurry now; not as vivid as we used to remember them. I know we constantly talk about the same stories and jokes over and over again, but mostly because we desperately want to remember them. Age does this terrible thing to us – it makes us forget.
I think I know the pain and long nights doing the push-ups, half way downs, all those duck walks, the Common Room session – the frustration (and loathing) when the prefects or seniors did the most terrible thing to your class during night preps. But I don’t remember how they were exactly.
I don’t even remember the greatest days of my life in MCKK – when I won PPM; or when I was splashed all over the newspapers with the then Deputy Prime Minister (and an heir apparent) for winning Carey Award. I don’t remember clearly any one of the Speech Day that I received prizes.
Age does this terrible thing to us.
But what I do remember is as follows.
I remember every single kindness that every single one of you had done to me. The early days with Awie and the Terengganu boys when we were inseparable.
I remember the random kindness that was small in deeds but big in virtue – the surprise birthday party your close friends organized for you, the small pat on your back by your bedmate telling you that all would be fine.
I remember the feeling of togetherness that if we were to go down, we go down as brothers and we would withstand pain and laughter as one. I remember the pride (and not anger or frustration) when I had to take the fall for my friends.
What I will not forget is how we have come a long way as friends and brothers – that the tie we knotted on that day is stronger than what we could have imagined when we were in koleq. I will remember how we grow up and learn to respect each other and accept people as they are.
I remember how for the last 19 years, there has always been someone who was there to catch me when I fall; without fail and unconditionally.
I remember because the kindness and the strong bond do not wane with age, it only gets stronger.
Thank you for the 19 years of the best part of my life – to be a part of something so humble and kind.
Happy 19th Anniversary Class of 94.
Lama sungguh aku sudah mengenali kalian semuaaaaaaaaaaaaa
19 years is it??So esok aku akan beREUNITE Fekt dengan Sheppe di Temasek sambil mengimbau kembali zaman aku masuk Prep School dengan Seluar Fluorescent colour hijau Pisang Muda.
Any other plans??19 years mannnnnnnnnnnnnnn
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Hepi besday semua!
Dah tua dah kita..
yang dulu bujang, sekarang dah kahwin..
yang dah kahwin, dah beranak..
luv u all..
Long Life Yengko94!
Long Life (sic) Blood brudazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
[long live laaa Fadli…]
Selamat menyambut ulangtahun ke 19…..
selamat panjang umur. murah rezeki.
awie mana? sibuk penamaan calon ke? awie ke, kno ke - buat la satu entry colourful kat foyer, blog bell dan blog noni kapet untuk mengingati hari ini.
selamat ulangtahun semua budak2 90-94 ..