Taking Lives/Time

"Loved being lost. A sign of things. A sign of rebirth. A sign of everything being unearthed. And I lost my way again and again, hoping I wouldn't have to find any other but to just sit still and countdown the end of everything. I loved it. I fucking love being lost."


Well, weekends has never meant anything within the slightest degree of ecstaticness if it were to be spent here in Bote, but the recent one proved to be a sudden, much-sought breather.


Cik Marina has her way with us. Me especially. Her grade school-like approach in teaching seemed to be a winning combo when coupled with her subliminal professionalisme when dealing with important angles in the twisted reality of Taxation. That, may be the sole reason why I find it excruciating to skip her class compared to other subjetcs. It's her tongue-in-cheek gestures, her innocent slip-of-the-tongue blunders and at most of the time; her enthusiastic, Penang slang that made the 11 years gap between us closer by the second.


Yeah, yeah. That's not a weekend scenario. Just a momentary pause. Giving one credit when it's due.


I've never been good at bowling. Together with, every single sport I've played that is. But I'm good at having fun. Like everyone is, up to an extent. So on our way, a pit-stop at Petronas for gas lead me to one of the most eventful event of this year thus far. Met Ibrahim, an old chum, and a few of his (girl)friends. Things were going well 'till I found myself on the ground with one foot stuck in a mini-manhole. I did my best to keep my cool (ouch!). I did. So the boys laughed all the way to Ipoh. They had fun, that's good. So was I.


I tried my hand at snooker. The last time was 2 months ago and I sucked. Like always. Zhaf, Afiq, Mad Nor and Razi took a close 2 hours just to nail a single, miserable frame. Guess they laughed too hard it messes with their sense of balance.


So there we were at the bowling lane. 2 games, 24 frames, and who'd guess I won? 172 pins. Personal best.

Like I said, I've never been good at bowling.


It was already 2 in the A.M when Zhaf and his old bud, Apit got thier snooker round over and done with. The rest of us split hours prior. Exhausted they say. Thinking that getting pass the campus guards is even worse than; campus guards themselves, we called it a day at Apit's place in Taman Cempaka. There was some funny mojo, mumbo jumbo that botherd me and Zhaf. I finally slept soundly at 5.

Woke up at 6. The morning hadn't broken just yet. Saturday's the faculty's Family Tag. I made a promise to be there at 7:30. A promise I intend to keep.

It was pleasing to see every single one of my batch who turned up enjoying themselves. They should. It was our last Tag together. By some idiotic technical fault, we came in 2nd as Overall Runner-Ups. But at least being the champs of the traditional tug-of-war gave us something sweet to munch at.



Yes. That's that. A weekend. End.