buttsore, part 2

Yesterday I woke up in the morning, looking at the misty scenery around NUS High, and told myself:
"Happy birthday, man."
And my roommate came over and told me:
"If you have time, please brush the toilet bowl."

Sure, I'll do it.

Yesterday I experienced the real buttsore. Not from incessant farting, but from my bruddas: Tamojoy, Hari N, and Kemal (welcome home, bros!). TJ said the custom for 18 year birthday boy is:

-> getting 18 kicks on the ass
-> getting poled 18 times
-> drinking 18 shots of strong booze

And three of them started pinning me down and kicking me on the ass. Hard. 18 times. I can still feel it now, the throbbing pain. Next, they poled me against the fence. Only 3 times though, but the impact was more agonizing. After all the torment, i know it's time for the booze. And suddenly they all walked away, leaving me groaning, rolling on the floor. I got poled and kicked on my ass for free, but they said I have to pay for the booze. Bastards.

And it's not yet over. At my birthday celebration, after the cake was given out, the rest of AC boys threw me into the large waste bin near NUS High canteen, closed the lid, and hit on it. 18 times also. Wonderful.

It made my day. Really. I'm not being sarcastic for this once. Only those people who cared for me enough would spend their valuable time kicking me on my ass, or throwing me to the waste bin. Or buying the cake for me, or just coming over, singing the birthday song for the celebration. Or simply sending an 'happy birthday' sms, or writing it big on their blogpage.

And I'm really grateful for that.
Thanks y'all.

_rahardhi_
if you love me, pop and fly
if you hate me, lay and die