So life went on. Sometimes, they visited me. Actually, almost daily. Safe to say, every other day. I enjoy those visits, since grading papers in the lonely staff room at 2.30 in the evening is really not the highlight of my life.
They reported on a project that they had to do for a school event. As a capacity of someone now removed from their colourful life, filled with drama of all kinds, I could only listen and say something positive. I heard their laments, the fears and news of a mutiny within a mutiny. How exciting! I kept saying that things are going to work out in the end. I tried to creep back into their lives but they kind of said, “Teacher, we can do this on our own. Just let us do it the way we want to do it.” Sadly, my heart breaking bit by bit, I let them do it their own way.
The night before their big day, I dreamt about the kids with a drama I haven’t seen. That is the level of my obsession. I knew they would be able to pull it off. I sat there, watching them doing a last minute run of their little sketch. And for the briefest moment, I felt I am a part of their brilliant and sweet life. Maybe I am, maybe not, depending on whose point of view I am speaking about.
|These boys will give Aaron Aziz a run for his money|
|These boys will give the Juvana boys a run for their money|
|Ustaz Azhar Idrus will have to find a new crowd|
|The old gang is back|
|You carry this all the time with you? Referring to love letters/ romantic poems|
|A boy has gotta try|
|No words can describe the beauty of this final scene. What happened to me in high school? Oh yeah, I was in an all-girls boarding school|
And they did. It was hilarious. It was awkward. But it was definitely entertaining. They practiced on Saturday without adult supervision. Balloons streamed down from the balcony. When did they do that? Syazatul lamented that the audience were silent at the end. I could only say that they didn’t understand some parts at the end. This isn’t the ’12 Jam di Pasir Salak’. This is a comedy in a foreign language.
Ah, the memories.