Old Boys Weekend 2009

BTdsaIt was that time of the year, Old Boys Weekend.

Friday, I drove dad to Ipoh for his golf thingy and continued my way up to Kuala Kangsar. Along the way, I reminisced my journey back on the bus 9 years ago. It was dreadful and hot. I wished something would happen to the bus, and find myself back to KL. I never enjoyed my trip back to KK. Tide has changed, I couldn’t wait to get there except, it was still dreadful and hot.

I arrived at about 6pm. Ran along the booths and got myself a tshirt. Laksa came after that with Life4Hire and Callister.

2 hours later, I found myself surrounded by a group of older boys (easily doubles my age). I didn’t have much option, either talk to juniors (which I felt guilty for not remembering their names) or super seniors. The latter was much preferable.

We talk for about 4 hours (I listened intently most of the time) until Meba & Aneipe arrived. Quick supper and off to bed.

I couldn’t get any sleep. I blame my screwed sleep cycle, the uneasy dorm, spongy mattress and of course, the loud snores. How in the world I survived 5 years in a boarding school?

Saturday, I woke up at 3pm (LoL) and rushed to cendoi~ It’s still a bliss after all these years.

Time to shine! 430 pm, I was on the field warming up for a rugby match. It was a handicap game, Above 35 (age and waist) against Under 15 (age). I used to wear 36, somehow I shrunk to 29. Yes, I am qualified to wear that jersey.

I got my ass whopped by Wooer (57 year old), physically. I didn’t really see what happened, but I know Wooer headbutted my ass. It sores every time I’m seated.

We won 27 – 0. I scored a try under the post and a conversion.

Dinner was held at Medan Pelajar and the concert was pretty ok. It was a long day, everyone went to bed early (including me).

Sunday 9am, rugby kick off. We (old boys) lost the game. The last time old boys lost was back in 2000. The game ended with 12-15. I wanted to gear up, but I wasn’t fit enough. I’ll make my comeback next year.

Thought it wasn’t as exciting as it used to be, I sure did enjoy myself.

Big questions struck on the way back to KL, what’s old boys weekend all about? Why do MCKK get overly excited about it? How do I explain this to non MCKK?

It’s not about Pride, Passion or Tradition. It’s about reliving a 17 year old life. I’m sure you’d need that once a year.

ps: I shipped a parcel 2 weeks back, I’m glad it arrives. (will write about it) 😳

pss: Thanks Shayyum for the logo and keep up the good work! You looked restless.