Jit
Ooh.. I got to blog this out fast before those trolls come back to watch more cartoons…(expect a lot of typo and grammatical errors)
Last night, went out for a drink with charles to catch up our directorship. And in one of our chat topics, we came across a friend’s name - Ah Jit. We’re talking about Jit’s well being and how he’s doing now.
Jit used to be a cute fat little kid. He was just 7 years old when he joined our school bus fellowship of the ring (looorrrdd of the riiinnggs). He had a very vast area of forehead and a set of beady eyes. His smile could melt any heart. He also had a very soft falsetto voice and seriously, if u listen to him on the phone, you might think it could be some clown playing prank on you.
As mischievous as me and my school bus buddies could be, we would pinch Jit on his flabby face and mess with his neatly combed hair. Usually, he wouldn’t give a damn about us (coz we were 4 years his senior) and shrug it off with a cute smile. But sometimes, he does get mad.
And when he gets mad, he would make his face red and his whole body quiver, as if pressure is building up inside his body … and he would give us a warning with his unusually stern pondan voice “Don’t make me angry !…or I will turn into a werewolf…” Obviously, he watched too much TV. Of course we would continue to harass him, to experiment if he could really turn himself into somekind of faux werewolf (hey, that would be cool to see someone acting like a lunatic wolf inside a schoolbus)
Of course he did not turn into werewolf. But he would really get mad and start to turn violent. He will close his set of beady eyes and swing his hands in fast motion like a ferris wheel / propeller to charge at us. Getting near him will prove to be suicidal and you will have a lot of smack prints on your face or body. And it hurts.
The only solution is to give him a kick with your body stretched back (to stay away from the propelling hands). This will usually send him flying horizontally to the opposite direction and land a loud thud on the school bus plank-floor. If he still doesn’t cool himself down already, one might need to pin him down and slap/punch/[insert your favourite hurt stance] repeatedly until he turns back into human.
And he will never mess with you again. But his propeller hands always proved to be a lethal weapon against kids at his age. One of the kids that always suffered was a guy named Rayban. (Remember the daughter of dinosaur that I used to work on ? this is her brother).
There’s once, 3 of us (yeah, me being a leader) sworn to ponteng a sports day event at school and walk home. But halfway through, Jit couldn’t continue to carry his own fat-ass weight and took a bus home. Ever since that day, me and Rayban called him a “traitor” and despised him for quite a long time.
But that was just one of the kids’ way of having a great time. Of course Jit remained as one of our close friends and our good wrestling target.
About a year ago, charles attempted to intro me a friend who also apparently, named Jit. When charles told me that he’s from our same school and his age difference, I became pretty sure that it was him. I have not met Jit for 13 years that time. We hopped into Jit’s little kancil (a small malaysian car) when charles made us shake hands to intro ourselves.
And when he turned his head to greet me, there’s Jit. With the same cute and affectionate smile. Same set of beady eyes. But he’s not as fat as he used to be. He developed a sharp face and had been working out. He got tattoos all over his hands and his voice wasn’t as feminine as before. He looked more like a young sorceror than a cute werewolf kid.
He could not recognize me. But when I told him about the school bus number and my name, he regained his memory about the great experience we had together inside and outside the schoolbus. We gave each other a hug and renewed our friendship inside a club that night. It was a great rendezvous with a very old friend.