(This is an ongoing online novel started as a fictionalised events of my life. Its based on true events not all experienced by me but there were some total fictions too)
The Godfathers were a bunch of guys appointed to various post by me due to the book of the same name (at that time without actually having seen the 1970s version of the films). They were the Godfather of Gambling, Godfather of Parties and Godfather of Racing, to name a few of the 12. I choose the name of 'The Last Godfather'. A signed document with 'omerta' being the law governing it is kept by me and supposedly it would last forever.
Our activities were laughably childish like going out to KL to party. Having parties at our frat house (we were living outside of any supervision in a flat outside of the univeristy). Smoking weeds. Racing cars. Gambling. Picking up girls. Not everyone enjoyed all activities, so usually any activity will involve how many can one car carry. Unless it was an activity good enough for all to take part, then a car will be hired.
And best of all, we have a rival group consisting of the girls within our own batch who we called 'Mama Chapless' loosely translated as 'Ugly Mamas'. With a few of us from Kedah and Penang, this term is supposed to insult our rival group. They did not even know that they were in a war with us. Believe it or not, I was the one who actually quite friendly with them and became the peacemaker on certain occasions when a few of the Godfathers were rowdy toward them.
The Godfathers was disbanded after one year after everyone thought the idea of loose camaderies was more appealing and we had to move into a gated compound with a supposedly tough warden within our midst. However, the undoing of our group was more sinister in nature.
It was our own raging hormons...
The Godfathers were a bunch of guys appointed to various post by me due to the book of the same name (at that time without actually having seen the 1970s version of the films). They were the Godfather of Gambling, Godfather of Parties and Godfather of Racing, to name a few of the 12. I choose the name of 'The Last Godfather'. A signed document with 'omerta' being the law governing it is kept by me and supposedly it would last forever.
Our activities were laughably childish like going out to KL to party. Having parties at our frat house (we were living outside of any supervision in a flat outside of the univeristy). Smoking weeds. Racing cars. Gambling. Picking up girls. Not everyone enjoyed all activities, so usually any activity will involve how many can one car carry. Unless it was an activity good enough for all to take part, then a car will be hired.
And best of all, we have a rival group consisting of the girls within our own batch who we called 'Mama Chapless' loosely translated as 'Ugly Mamas'. With a few of us from Kedah and Penang, this term is supposed to insult our rival group. They did not even know that they were in a war with us. Believe it or not, I was the one who actually quite friendly with them and became the peacemaker on certain occasions when a few of the Godfathers were rowdy toward them.
The Godfathers was disbanded after one year after everyone thought the idea of loose camaderies was more appealing and we had to move into a gated compound with a supposedly tough warden within our midst. However, the undoing of our group was more sinister in nature.
It was our own raging hormons...
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