Zul is one of my hockey buddy who are very good at what he do. Slightly Chinese looking, sometimes we called him Chua (Boon Huat), not only because of his look, but also for his talents and skills on the hockey field. He is THE best striker in the our team history, and a good friend too. Well, I'm not his best friend per Se, but the close knit team feels like a band of brothers, and although sometimes we quarrel, or fight (and some brawl even), we never really hate each other (or just a lil' bit).
The was one time where I was so down when I didn't get the chance to play for the team, and I turned from team clown to a total silent moody character (complete with the cold shoulders), I remembered he was the one person whom approached me and talk some sense into my big stupid head. His words were somehow soothing and moving. He was also my un-official trainer, coz I'm suck, and later, I turned into one of the player who got the most powerful hit (me guess) in the team.
And sometimes he can be a jerk too, but that's forgivable, coz we're jocks.
Today, he married a teacher from his kampung. I was at first quite reluctant to go coz I have a shitloads of works to do, but when I thought about it, I think I need to be there coz he kinda there when I needed somebody.
So to my dear brother, Zulkarnain Zakaria, may your newly-formed family be blessed with God's love forever. Don't forget to 'work hard' coz we can't wait to torture Little Zul.
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