2 years ago, I waited alone, talked to no one (because my gang definitely don't want to be seen with me in public - well, not that i care) and read Golf Digest from cover to cover.
Not that I'm into golf anyway, but Jie gave me 3 copies (or maybe 2 copies, I don't remember) because there was an interesting article about him in that glossy magazine.
Then I made quite a scene when I complained about the result. Our kid came 6th in d tournament but she was declared 9th. My gang (who as usual shied away from the crowd) insisted to have a fair result. No 1-8 automatically selected to enter State Level Tournament. Could u imagine our (the entire team) feelings?
Being a kaki-komplen newcomers really make me unpopular (again- I never give a d*mn). Please don't gimme rubbish reasons, because hey! I was 36 at that time. My look could be deceiving sometimes (orang cakapla kan) but I could think n evaluate surroundings like any 36-year-old could do.
Honestly i gained nothing from all these. Duit minyak pun saya keluar sendiri tau.. I juz do it because they need help. They are my close and trusted friends. Kot orang lain yang mintak tolong, silap-silap phonecall pun saya x angkat.
Previously, the gang changed their team every year. I guessed after the horrible incident, I would be eliminated. But then, I keep receiving text message from the gang from time to time at the 11th hour.
This morning at 4.56a.m.
"bertolak 7.30pg. tpt biasa, CC MSSD, Proton City".
Glad I had prepared the worksheets for students beforehand. Juz need to write few instructions.
I could be cranky n fussy n annoying when told something last minutes. I was told by Zana, at one time dalam satu miting (I wasn't there) someone suggested something. The chairman told that particular someone to be specific as he put it, and Zana relate to me later, "Dengan Norizan tak boleh cuma cakap macam tu. Dengan dia kena detail dan spesifik".
"Am I like that?", I asked Zana. Feeling utterly hurt and confused.
"Ye lah... nanti awak start keluarkan bukti macam-macam". Zana memang jujur.
I never changed. Guess, I don't want to change. Unless u r a real friend.
I woke up super early. Spend super-extra-time choosing my outfit and missed my breakfast. The thing is, I wasn't prepared. I have nothing to wear since all my track-bottom and inner were in 12A. Rummaging Acho's wardrobe but could fine none. In the end I put on a black jeans which did not look like denim at all (amende saya cakap ni), a last year team blue t-shirt, an aqua headgear that I borrowed from Uda closet and pink-black sneakers. Of course I never left my worn out sling bag that I bought in Chiengmai, when was that? Two or three years ago.
Once arrived, the kids assembled at the mosque for some last minute briefing. As usual I stayed as far as I could. You see, at one time last year, I tried to join them n followed them wherever they go, thinking that I could be some help. Every time I did that, they asked me to go to eat.
Satu hari berapa kali nak makan beb?
After that I never try. That is why I never come for training sessions either.
Back to the tournament.
I joined the crowd under the silver marquee at the green field. Say hi to few people that I know (very very few). Settled the registration thingy (with the money from the gang's wallet) and checked the number cards.
Me being the very sebok one ok..
Thanks god, this time around for number 9 n 6 they have spelled in Bahasa. Sembilan puluh enam for 96 is most welcome than "rumah sudah siap pahat berbunyi".
Guess I have no reason to "be heard" today.
I did not bring any reading material because I thought The Coach would return The Camel Club which I accidently left during the camp in December.
"Kenapa x ingatkan?" He asked me smiling sweetly like we live next door and I should reminded him the day before because we meet up every day and talk daily too.
"Alaa.. kita lupa", I told him sweetly like we live next door and I should mention it to him the day before because we meet up every day and talk daily too.
"Tak apa, nanti kita jumpa lagi kat stadium kan?" he said sweetly like we were good friends and whenever we bumped into one another we would errr... talk?
"No hal. Kat stadium nanti ye, I lap u" I said sweetly like we were good friends and whenever we bumped into one another we would err... talk?
When in fact we r NOT.
Sebenarnya saya sedikit kecewa kerana x dapat buku itu hari ini, sebab dari pagi saya dah excited nak baca. I juz love David Baldacci's. Tapi xkanlah saya nak sentap dengan The Coach plak. Padahal saya rasa dia pun perasan betapa FAKER nya norizan adnan sebab selama ni duduk sebelah pun kitaorang x penah bertegur sapa.
Back to the tournament. One of the boys emerged the Champion his category. 4 of them were qualified for state level tournament at the end of this month.
"You make us proud!" I told each one of them. One of the gang stationed at the mosque and another across the road under the shady tree. Sudah jadi macam iklan talipon pulak because I had to entertain their queries throughout the tournament. Diorang nervous sebenarnya.. saya rasala.. sebab tu diorang duduk jauh-jauh.
"Juara pasukan macam mana? Nombor berapa?" the gang called again, I thought he already left.
"Ada ke? Ada ke keputusan tu? Nak kita tanya ke?" macam bodoh je soalan saya.
"Janganlah tanya, nanti orang kata apa pulak, kot-kotlah ada sesiapa cakap ngan hang" Gosh.. he gave a silly statement, when he knows besides them saya mana ada kawan lain yang saja-saja je nak cakap ngan saya pasal keputusan.
Then I proceed to the organizer counter, armed with my buku tigalima (never left home without it) and started copying anything I saw. Seriously, sangat kiasu. Glad the Manager, an Indian man in his late forties lend me a pen, and gave some good advice regarding our team performance.
Well, we secured 1st Runner Up only. I don't know how the gang felt about it. Not dare to ask.
After prize giving ceremony, there was a briefing by Technical Chairman. He was my classmates when I was in school circa 1990s.
Before went home, stopped at Agro Bank to withdraw some money for the team new spike. It is the donation from Kedai Koperasi. Barely enough though, but we are grateful. At least, better than nothing.
Had lunch at Kedai Yop. I had ikan bakar, sayur kacang panjang n nasi putih. Surprisingly I met one of the gang and the kids there. They had finished their lunch.
"weii smlm ptg KC turun padang n our friend" of course he used name, tapi takkanlah saya nak tulis nama betul pulak.
"really?" saya berhenti makan kejap, takut tercekik, air x sampai lagi.
"Dia cakapla dgn gaya dia la kan, jangan la suruh ko n aku lagi ikut the team sbb dia kata dia kesian dengan kita banyak kerja sangat" something in his face telling me he don't believe it.
Neither do I.
"Yewww... sangat berpura2, berlakon lebih" we laughed simultaneously. Oppss then saya nampak one of the kids staring at me with the lines adakah-aku-sedang-bermimpi spread across her face.
"Alamak I ngumpat plak yang, nanti masuk neraka" I said sheepishly to her.
Pas tu we talked about something else yang x ada langsung unsur2 mengata. Betul...
Now peeps, that is why YM, IM and chatting r invented. No audience. Talk freely.
Entahla KC. From what I heard from his/her previous colleagues, dia sangat sangat _________. (isi tempat kosong). All were done while maintaining candy-coated-smile to the victims (plural form) and keeping warm relationships (i.e gurau senda, lawak jenaka, gelak ketawa) in the public.
Let just say I did my homework.
Secondly, I am in no interest of being a politician, so any world class politicking act doesn't spark my interest whatsoever.
Thirdly, I gained nothing in term of apa2saja la except the pleasure of helping good friends.
Last year, we only had RM50 for the whole year service. RM50 for a year. No mileage claim, no nothing.
"weiii ko nak duit minyak ker?" asked one of the gang. Took out his wallet bila saya cakap saya betul2 xder duit at one time.
I was totally broke. I don't even have baju raya.
"Duit ko eh?" I knew the answer, tapi saya tanya jugak.
"Habis tu.. " he replied ngan muka ketat gak.
Feel free to cantas me. I loose nothing because we could still be friends anyway. After all we r not the type of chilling out together, go to movie r karaoke r maybe pilgrimage the eatery place whenever we r outstation.
Giler apa? They r happily married.
Anyway please find someone who is super rich and super generous so that she won't put a dent on the gang already dented pocket.