I just got back from a funeral. Still tired, feeling a little blue and a packet of tissue awaits every tear on my cheek.
She was a hero to me. During my days in Kuala Kangsar, she used to drop by and give me advises that I don’t really want to listen to. What can you expect, I was a healthy teenager who wanted to have fun more than anything else (I was a home-sicko too)
She was a fighter, outspoken, brave and transparent. I wish I could spend more time with her - NoktahHitam
During our gathering on festive season, she would sneak up to me and pull my leg. You know la, makcik-makcik, they like to brag about their kids or make fun of younger generations. I always hated that. But in my case, she always defended me. God knows what her reason was. Amongst the things she said during those days were,
I wanted to save this story after election, but heck, I’ll share now
Doctor A (wish not to be named) pursued her medical degree at RCSI. Her ambition spurred when she lost her father due to illness. She was child then, but she took it like an adult. A decade later, she became doctor, helping out those in need and determined to find a cure for her dad’s illness. Awe
Doctor A buzzed me over YM. It’s been ages since we talked. And the conversation …
Back in July, my official weight was 79kg. Today, I am 64.3 kg. It took me 2 months (ok, 3 months if you think I’m exaggerating). Now that I’ve reached my ideal weight, I need to get new pair of pants, undies and shirts. Definitely a hole in my pocket.
Over the past few months, I’ve been getting strange comments about my weight loss. I take them as compliments.
Friend B: Hey, your calves looks like Indians’, thin and tough NoktahHitam: What’s that supposed to mean?
Brother : Looks like we broke another vase NoktahHitam : Did you see how it exploded and smashed the floor? Brother : Err.. No. I’m sure I could save the ball if you used your right foot NoktahHitam : Yeah, it’s because I can aim with my right, my left is wild Brother : Left or right, I was just warming up. Let’s have another go NoktahHitam : Let’s clean up first and play outside Brother : But I’m telling mom, it was your fault NoktahHitam : Go ahead, it’s not like mom is going to scold me Brother : Yeah, you’re my scape goat
After cleaning, I decided to retire for the evening. It sure was fun to play super-indoor-futsal with all the tight decorations in the living room. Makes me feel like eight. (I have no idea how many vase I broke throughout my super-indoor-futsal carrier, let’s cap 2 for today )
ps: Mind you, there’s a 14 years of gap between me and my brother
Muhammad, my youngest bro asked me. Having learned that I am coaching the MCKK U15 Rugby team until 2010. He wants me to coach him rugby as well. What is he thinking?
Muhammad is still early in his standard 5 and yet having a dream that one day, when he enters MCKK, he wants me to coach him. I treat him like an adult most the time (of course minus the wrestling), seldom like a kid. I would try my best to rationalize every question asked. As a coach, I am not-to-be-messed-with. So I guess I won’t be coaching them (MCKK boys) until 2010, probably longer. I don’t think I can resist tormenting my youngest family member, hahaha.
My parents have also decided to allow Muhammad to continue his second-level education at MCKK. He will be transferred to a normal school (from Al-Amin a private Islamic school) effective next year (standard 6) and will sit for UPSR there.
By the way, if Muhammad joins MCKK’s rugby squad, he will be mobile. He is big and very fast. No 8, winger, jumper or prop. Let’s just hope he nails his UPSR first.
I just got back from Kuala Kangsar after our first training session. On the way back, I can’t help to contain overwhelmed excitement within. Being a coach is something new for me. 8 years ago, I never imagined that I would come back and taunt these boys.
Preet, preet, preeeeeet! Follow my whistle! Again, preet, preeet, preet, preet. You in white, lower your ass. Come on guys, don’t do it half heartedly.
Yup, that’s me throughout the training. Since they failed to do 10 push ups properly, I keep adding repetitions until they look neat to me. Back in my days, 50 push ups (or sit ups) is almost nothing. Whining is inevitable amongst the boys, which is bad. Rugby is do-or-die game, if you can’t keep up, you better quit.
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NH is my wicked mind and my alter ego. I shall refrain from being corrected no matter what the circumstances are. Part time Web Developer, full time egoist. 
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