As I was sitting near my window, looking at the raindrops falling onto it, listening to nothing but the sound of rain hitting my zinc roof, my cell phone rang. I received one new message. It was the first text message I received in years, hence it excited me. Heehee.

“bah Jib, aku otw udah ni.” It was from Azeef

I changed into my pimp-gay-like t-shirt and got ready. 5 minutes had passed, and Azeef arrived in his new scarlet Cardillac. With loud hip hop music booming out of his 15inch set of woofers, hydraulics making his car ‘bounce’, wearing a cap tilted to the side, he honked his horn. I got out of my house and joined Azeef. Next stop, Najmi’s crib.

After passing the basketball court and workshop in Batu Besurat, we reached a 2 storey house, walls as white as colgate can do to your teeth, roof green as a leaf, the house of our friendly giant, Najmi.

The front door opened, a beam of light was seen coming from the inside. Then, the bright light turned dark. A HUGE silhouette, seems to be that of a giant with a small bump near its forehead, was seen on the floor. And thenn..

*music playing* “DOOM my darling doom my darlinn’. DOOM DOOM DOOOM”
The giant, Najmi, leaped to where the silhouette was and did some Elvis moves. He, mind you, has a small(not) on his eyebrow. So about the bump on the silhouette, go figure.

He approached the car we were in. He opened the door and sat next at the back. Poof! The tyre blew due to excessive weight. Azeef went mad.

“You son of a bitch! Get out of here and give my car new kicks man. Fuck you and your gorgeous mole. Napaaan fuck you.” Pissed, he was.

After 20minutes of repairing the tyre, we headed off to fetch Izzat. We drove past Giant, which is a big deal, because thanks to Giant, Doraemon and Nobita inda berani ke Brunei. Umm.. *cricket cricket* diam wah jib.

So anyways, Izzat joined us and there we were, the three of us, like bujang lapok, only with major range of height, cruising around Brunei. 15minutes and 43seconds later, we reached Azeef’s mansion. He should enter MTV’s crib, I swear. From a pond filled with fat Koi Fishes, to an eagle in a cage, his house is the shiznitt.

One by one, some of the rest of UIC came, making Azeef smile like a kid. We all gathered in Azeef’s ‘studying’ room, where he showed off his $262 Rayban. Bastard. After Izzat’s numerous attemps ofl hinting Azeef to give us food, we headed downstairs where the barbeque was held.

Mizan ate lots of Chicken wings, Ehsan ate lots of lambchops, Wafeeq aka si Kumis ate lots soto, Riza ate lots of sausages, Ian ate A LOT OF EVERYTHING. Najmi is gay. Izzat is too.

We had so much fun, we, Me Izzat Azizan and Najmi, ended up sleeping overthere, unplanned. So much happened during the sleepover, but I shall not mention it here, due to some reasons. Hehehehe.
And we went home the next day without showering nor brushing our teeth. Heehee.
Thanks for everything Zeef!

Im out,
siNajib