I was watching Chelsea vs Burnley at the Khulafa Bistro with some friends when this guy in his true blues clues shirt and his 'wow' rank chick came sat in our table. He's a friend of a friend of mine. I actually didn't have a so call nice relationship with him. He's been my silence-enemy since my diploma time. And I think it stays that way till now.
It was back in my diploma time. He, being in the famous course in my Uni was quite a show off type of person. Nope. I have no problem with his ambitious Evo wannabe Waja or vice versa. I don't give a shit about it. What I do give a shit is that he is fuckin show off in everything. There's two major occasions that I still remember.
The first one is during my first time knowing him. We were both in our first semester where we have to attend the recently-popular Biro Tata Negara camp. He was in my group. And to make thing worse or better I'm not sure, we were the only guy in that group. And for some unsure reason I have been selected as the team captain. Rather than him.
Maybe that upset him that he kept on criticizing me during the whole program. He kept on showing the "I should be the captain" attitudes to all my fellow group members. Oh. I don't mind taking critics just like I don't mind having competitors. It's just I do appreciate it if it come in a good way. Not when the font of my team logo been a bigger issue than what should my team logo be?
The second one is during our football friendly. Since his course is famous than mine, there were lots of hot-ties came to watch them playing even with the fact that my team is far way better in this kicking thingy. Being in a men games, it's normal to be tackled and to be brought down. But this guy was different. He kept on shouting and uttering some uneasy word to my fellow teammates which for some reason could spark an uncontrolled situations.
"Dude. Come on. It's just a fucking friendly match."
But tonight was different. We talked and chat and laughed the whole night. He even talked about how he remember our little time in mud when our group failed to finish the tasks given. The stupid but cute girls in my group name Suzi. And not to forget how he missed kick what should have been a consolation goal for his team in that friendly match.
If only I start my first day with this so-hatred friend with this kind of laugh few years back when we were in that same group. If only he didn't be that emotional and that too-show-offing in that football match. And if only George W. Bush starts his first chats with Saddam Hussein in a nice candle light dinner with the wonderful view of Eiffel Tower.