Anyways, a group of us left the hall at around 11.00 am to go support our team's football team against the overwhelming favourites, St. Mary's. Totally sissy name for a football team, but nothing so sissified in the way they kicked our ass from all corners of the field. In this twisted amalgamation of rugby, soccer and American football emerges a totally vicious game. In short, you play with the intensity of American football's tackling and slamming minus the safety gears. Go figure.
Basically this is how the game works; there are two teams consisting of more than 10 players (dunno how many) wearing jerseys of contrasting colours so they can differentiate between allies and opponents. On two polar ends of this field that they play in is a set of 4 poles stuck into the ground which are roughly equidistant from each other. The center poles are taller than the other two. And they're white in colour. Anyways, the way to score a goal is to basically kick it through any of the poles. Getting the ball with a kick through the center poles gets you 6 points. Getting the ball with a kick through either side of the center poles earns you one point. Getting the ball with a kick anywhere else besides a teammate's arms gets you unadulterated profanity that would even shame Samuel Jackson. "Get that mother-f*cking ball through the mother-f*cking poles!"
Anyways, that's the gist of it. So how did our team do? Well, we lost by 100 something (lost count) to 1. We scored a miserable one off-target consolation goal. You would think if a team could score 2 decades of goals against us we would have been able to fluke at least one in. I sincerely believe we would have stood more of a chance if we blind-folded ourselves and kicked the ball at the relative direction of goal. Sigh...
The boys having an inspirational team talk before they got their asses whooped. Pardon my French.Then again, who am I to complain so much? Judgement day comes in a fortnight's time, in which I would most probably play a part in. Then we'll see just how 'easy' it is to fluke one in. Hehe. I should stop before I embarrass myself further.
Well, the actual purpose of this post is to tell you guys that I have made contact with the other ex-MC inhabitants. We agreed to meet at Uni of Melb at 6 pm. It felt really good seeing everyone (in context) again and catching up with lost ground. There were 8 of us, Jonathan Yong, Jessy, Chiu Jin (or Chew Jin, not too sure), Wei Lynn, Tze Shin, Ben Shane, Melissa and me. We ate at some restaurant along a street renowned for its delicious food. Everyone is just as how they were when we left MC/WMS 2 years ago. Melissa still the evergreen blonde (to which she happily acknowledged to, until she realized it was about her). Jessy still the enigmatic chick. Jonathan still the same in most aspects, but obviously much much much more happy after he finally got Lee Na. Yeap, he got her, after 6 years of unrequited love and perpetual depression. Ben Shane is still.. Ben Shane. I didn't really know Wei Lynn and Chew/Chiu Jin so I can't really say how they were before this, but Tze Shin has changed considerably since she left for Australia in Form 4. And I am still hopefully the same Daniel from before.
Girl in white is C Jin, then there's Melissa (duh) and Jonathan.
Food-wise, it was excellent. Ben Shane and I shared this huge-ass 1kg steak which was unsurprisingly sumptuous. In total randomness from Ben Shane, "Hey, you know what, if I'm 50kg, and I eat 500g of steak, that means I will be 1% cow!" . Unbelievable. And he's wrong, because it's slightly less than 1%. I should shut up.
Ben Shane with the cap, and Jessy at the far end. Wei Lynn and Tze Shin were opposite me, but Wei Lynn didn't want her picture taken so she's not in the photo. 0.oThere was a sense of nostalgia as we started talking about MC/WMS (duh), and the hilarious stuff that happened during our tenure. There is one that still sticks in my mind. It was in form 1 (En Li, you should know this one), and we were having History class with Miss Hajah Ainon. For a reason that escapes me, she sent me and someone else (Clement I think) out of the class. 10 minutes later, she shouted, "Okay, monitor, please get those donkeys back into class!". After a few minutes of awkward silence from the class and Miss Hajah Ainon screaming for the monitor repeatedly in her scratchy husky voice, someone finally said, "Er madam.. The monitor is outside..."
It's funny how you remember random incidents that happened to you, significant or not.
Anyways, we departed the restaurant to Jonathan's house to 'lepak' some more. As the night wore on, we bade goodbye to Jessy, Tze Shin, Ben Shane and Melissa in tandem. Since it was really late at night, C Jin and I decided it would be a better idea to stay over at Jon's place instead of walking back to our homes. It was nice to be friends with C Jin after 5 years of only knowing of each other. For the next couple of hours we just did what most slumber parties would warrant. Mindless banter, philosophical spiel, intimate confessions, a good amount of insulting and bitching, uncontrollable laughter and lastly, Indian Poker.
It was quite a shock that Jon and C Jin never heard of Indian Poker, of which I was glad to teach them about. For those 'katak di bawah tempurung' Indian Poker is basically taking a card face-down and placing it on your forehead without seeing its value. Obviously you get to see everyone else's cards. So, by looking at the cards and reactions of the others, you have the choice of filling up a glass with any amount of alcohol. Usually there's a limit to how much alcohol you can pour in though. Everyone takes turns to fill the same glass. Then everyone has the opportunity to change their cards, again without looking at the card picked. This is followed by another round of alcohol pouring (and lots of guffawing and chortling). The person with the lowest denomination bottoms-ups the whole glass. A very simple game, but extremely entertaining!
Of course, we didn't want to get ourselves drunk on the same day we had uni, so we used water instead. I know it sounds pretty lame in comparison to alcohol, but after 5 huge glasses of pristine water I started to realize that water isn't much of pushover as I thought it was. By glass 10, everyone was pretty much 'drunk' and disoriented. Jon's toilet was practically our best friend that night.
Jon and C Jin resting momentarily. So yeah, that's the story of our mini-gathering of the MC people. As trite as it was, I really enjoyed the company of friends, both new and old. Maybe it's the connection to Malaysia, or maybe it's the ease in which we communicated, but whatever it is, it really showed me how much I miss having me close buds around. Ah well.. Looking forward to more gatherings then!
The freedom that I possess is really quite exciting and intimidating at the same time. Can anyone imagine Daniel making impulsive decisions to sleep in people's houses and waking up one hour before class to go back to his own home for lunch and a well-needed bath? The same Daniel who couldn't go out with his friends because he had to be back before 9 by LRT or didn't obtain permission from his parents. Hehe, how life has changed..
I have to go sleep now, got football practice tomorrow, so goodnight peeps, and see you guys around!
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