BoB's Playground

Saturday, June 02, 2007

band of brothers. hah. it was nice when everything was at its height. pinnacle. meridian. hmm. makes you wonder why meridian junior college is called meridian when meridian's supposed to mean the highest point. like top. or best. or at least one of the best. haha i hope i someone gives me a can of whoop-ass for this. anyway, everything's always the nicest when it starts. but hey, band of brothers are still nice nonetheless. cause we dont have an ending.

everyone's supposed to have their own stories i guess. cause everyone has different set of eyes and brains. then again, some might beg to differ cause they know they dont have brains. or eyes for that matter. like love is blind and that kinda shit. im supposed to have my own version too. come to think of it, this band of brother's blog is kinda cool. that specks, yes, specks not specs, dood starts something, like the beginning of band of brothers, and the others come up with their version of the exact event. now how cool is that?

*fuck you Husni! start your shit already! gahhh *throws glass bottles and tomatoes and bras and panties around*

haha come to think of it, i'm blogging in this blog! daaaamn. that's like something i thought i wouldnt be doing. haha im bored. what can i do? holidays are here, teacher's arent bugging me, no one to bug and cause everyone's busy mugging for the mid years. me? i dont need to mug, i thought everyone knew that?

okay i'll start already. was something like me and a couple of other people weren't in shai and hakim's and omar's class. then me and a couple of other people got transfered to their class. because of some mother tongue shit, cant really remember. i just thought the office workers sucks. and then there was this two boulders of the class. with one stick. maybe their walking stick or whacking stick. no offense guys. haha and you people go "none taken" *shows the middle finger* or middle limb. go figure. anyway, its like i have this impression that big/fat whatever-you-guys-wanna-call-it people have a tendency to bug people. especially when they come in threes. just that it was two big and one thin in this case. and i thought hey, might as well be with them, at least i wont get bugged. so yeah, there we were, the four of us. bugging people. and teachers. damn its funny. especially when omar didnt get into council in the first place because apparently the teachers in-charge didnt like the idea of him being friends with the two boulders. it was good while it lasted. hah. secondary school years. a time when nothing mattered at all.

yeah, that's about it. the others came in sometime later, its up to them to share their part i guess. come to think of it, the only word that has capital letters is Husni. damn i worship myself too much.

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The revealer of the truth, is a lie!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

LMan and GentleDies!

The Band Of Brothers....so how did it all began?

No, seriously! This was the original plot.

B.O.B : Harkeamm's version. (Endorsed by Shairizan)(Assumed to be agreed by O'MARy).

So it was my first day of school. Shit i doubt i knew anyone there. It was wierd. CSS wasnt my first choice. However something tells me this place was more than it seems to be. A place hidden with many treasures that unless you were real good, you wouldnt find them (well no one really found them 4 yrs later...ANYWAY!).As i walked past the office, i heard a voice calling my name..."hey You! I know you!"...I turned and gave barely a wave and a smile cuz i didnt really had a good idea who he was; the guy in the Pioneer Primary School Uniform. So i walked on and went through my day. Though in fact, first guy id ever talk in a good conversation @ day 1 was timothy NONIS but we werent in the same class.

What i came to meet when Mdm Aishah announced the class allocation.... It was these two guys who we just cliqued since the first time we chat. Well, it was actually cuz most of the rest were chinese. So one was this guy in navy blue and white who was half the size of the 2nd person. Oh yea, that 2nd person was the guy who said hi to me early in the morning.

Guy in navy blue and white, "Hi guys, im Omar Faruq".

Guy in a yellowish uniform, "Oh... Im Shairazi."

Me and the other guy was like..."Shha..what?"

He replied "Shai....Razi.."

Me "Oh ok..hahah... Im Hakim.."

*10 mins later*

Me, "Eh dude, whats ur name uh? Sha...what?"

Sha...what replied , "Ok Nvm...just call me shai, people call me that too."

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The three of us became buddies for the next three days. I remember Omar having a crush on a girl and shai kinda helped to get them together during the first week of school? lol. We guys used to sit on a round table close to the PE room for recess. As the camp started, came another guy who i must say looked beyond the norm. With Dark blue pants and specs with lenses thick enough to see a germ; came 'Farhan'.... Somehow we didnt really chat much with him only afte 3-4 weeks after school reopens.

So THERE WAS THAT CLASS SHUFFLE THAT GOT PART OF OUR FIRST CLASS TO SPLIT UP....2/2 and 2/3 had to rojak... So some new friends were missed but...amongst it call came Husnah(as labelled by Mr Selamat Omar...) ok ok...its Husni. Being new to us 3, he slowly got close to us and turned 3 to 4.

As times go buy new people began to hang out with us. Alvin was brought in by Omar. Badron, Muzzy, Poocha joined us at different times of the year. Saw was brought in for a while through 'a selection process' which i really feel is DUMB, Nonsensical and i pity the guy. BUt he was one of the SUPER HYPER pals we had around; come to think of it... i kinda miss having saw around. Oh well....

So you ask...WHy BOb?

My friends @ my yoyoing meeting were calling each other BOB cuz we had no idea of each other's name. I kinda picked up the habit and called the guys bobs back in school. Later on, Shai put some REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY hard 'thing-king' and turned BOBs to some acronym which meant, 'Band Of BrotherS'.

As a wise man once said, "Happy TImes!~"...ok ok that was qouted from Borat himself.
I must say these guys made my SEc sch life super colourful. "There were the good times and the shit times" (Borat again). Id say sec 2 was the most craziest year we had. Locking toilet doors from lvl 1-6 during April Fool's day, CME class actings, Soccer by the poles outside of class 2/3, Night out during our Jnr's Orientation camps, Lan Gaming Sessions, Friday Prayers, Pushed for copying work...well there were loads...

Im just thankful.

Guys, i nearly cried during my prom night cuz i felt really sad that i couldnt graduate with you guys. A girl was singing a song entitled , "Remember me this way" and i qoute, "Every now and then, we'll find a special who never lets us down." I hold strongly to the great memories of the Band Of Brothers.

"I know you cant stay, but a part of you will never ever go away." As we guys lead our own lives now after CSS, even great friendships end. But we're not just friends anymore. We're labelled as brother's for a reason. That means "water that is chopped will never snap." (Air dicincang tidak akan putus)... lol...

:)

So theres my version of the formation of this clan of ours. The truth is that, there are many as 10 versions to this story cuz each of us has our own way of telling ours and the beauty of it all is all of us came from different backgrounds and experiences.

"Its the band where many beginnings meet, and never ends." Nur Hakim Azmi.

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Prologue

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Gone are the years where humans ruled in chaos. With the ultimate fall of Saddam and others like him, World Order has been on the rise, up to the point where chaos as we know it is almost non-existent. All that remained are small secret encampments of rogues who still believe in the old ways, where the Greater Good did not triumph so ultimately.

In their last desperate attempt to preserve chaos and insanity, they banded together to create an artefact that they are to encapsulate in a time capsule to someday unleash again into the world.

One such attempt took place deep underground in a place called the Cave of Brothels. There, the greatest of the chaos rulers have placed all their differences aside to finally come together to leave their memoirs before they face their demise. Together, they are the Band of Brothers.

“Why the fuck is it so dark in here?” bellowed the ever hot Gusog.

Well, it is a cave, so naturally, there is no light. “Ooh! What does this do?” giggled silly little Mobs while groping around Dashbo in the pitch darkness. “Oh that tickles! Oh no, don’t touch that! Not tha…” was all that poor Dashbo could say before Mobs activated his Light of Revealing which instantly illuminated the area.

The light revealed the other two founding members of the fellowship. At one corner sat Rich and Kimmy, both comparing their sizes that they had stupidly built during their reign of chaos.

All five of them were seated on one side of a circular pattern on the cold cave floor. At the centre of their formation, a curious looking device sat on a pedestal. With everyone in plain sight, Dashbo had the beginning say. “This, my brothers, is the Pensieve. I stole it from old rotting Dumbledore when he kicked the bucket. Quite a nifty artefact. To do what we aim for, we have to recall all of our past adventures, intentions and exploits to draw them out of our minds and place it inside the Pensieve. That’s all there is to it. Now, we await the rest of our members.”

“Now, what does this button do?” Mobs’s sight, and finger, fell onto a control panel on the cave wall. With his touch, a section of the cave wall drew back like a curtain to form an entrance. There awaits the rest of the BoBs, ready to make their entrances.

“Wah kau, why make us wait so long? You think you big fuck ar, make us wait like that?” came the greeting from Altho.

“Aww… No girls?” Next came the plushie Poocha, waddling in.

The next person to make his entrance said nothing more than a soft growl, from the sullen Zombie.

The phantom-like Muzzy simple phased out of invisibility into the room.

Last but not least, came the self-proclaimed honorary member of the fellowship. Upon his arrival, his theme song played. “Singh, Singh, bayi Singh. Na na na na na na na!”

“Alright, what’s up swines?” Oh, the divinity of his words.

“Good, all of us are here now,” continued Dashbo. “Alright, settle down, and then we shall begin.”

After several moments of violent quarrelling over seats, all of them finally settled down. With a solemn face, Dashbo peered into the Pensieve, then at the rest of the Band of Brothers.

An evil grin hinted at the corner of his mouth. Insanity shall prevail, he thought.

Thus begins the Legacy of the BoBs.

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