Greetings From Malaysia Pt. I: Rauf - justin_guber

Greetings From Malaysia Pt. I: Rauf

When I got back to Malaysia, the only people I knew were the people I went to A level college with in England. Hence, to widen my friend scope, they introduced me to their friends. Like this dude right here, courtesty of Jordan.

I used to hang out with Rauf a lot. Main reason, Rauf's mobile phone worked, whereas Jordan was harder to reach than the G-Spot. We would chat about, well, whatever it is buddies chat about, deep in the bowels of a mamak in Desa Pandan that served a mutton curry that would automatically make you shit your soul out in a liquid form. It may have been laced with heroine, or some other addictive substance, because regardless of the damage our rectum would encounter, we kept eating it every time we went there.

Rauf's like the little brother most of us never have (although I now do have a little brother, but I don't think it's the right time to bring him out to a pub to check out table dancers). He enjoys writing prose and reading those that many people wouldn't know.

Did you notice that? It rhymed. Mad lyrics. We gots flow.

One day Rauf called me up a bearer of bad news.

"UIA didn't accept my enrolment."

UIA is the Islamic University in Malaysia, which is also one of the top Universities in the country and gets lots of foreign students due to the fact that they teach in English. Rauf wanted to do Sociology.

"Why didn't they accept you?" I asked, "What was their reason?"

"I don't know."

"Did you put anything in your entry form that may have put them off?"

"Well, I was very honest. I said that the writer who most influenced me was Salman Rushdie."

Dramatic pause.

"You told them that one of your biggest influences was someone who half the Islamic world would like to burn at the stake?"

"...yes."

Hmm.

A few months ago he followed me to a shoot for a short film I was acting in. He spent the whole time reading a very thick book. Turns out it was the English translation of the Qur'an, and since then he has seen the light and followed the path of faith, in his own interpretation.

Saying that, I still know that if a fine piece of female was offered to him on a plate he'd tap that ass and ask for dessert.

24.8.04 04:36

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Rauf Fadzilla / Website (24.8.04 05:34)
Khai ril the rillest
Hey
Finally managed to check out yer blog.
Nice. Will check in more often now that I know the location. Interesting to know whats going on in khailand.
BTW, whatsup with the picture lah bro. Malu lah. I'm a rocker now.
Cheh.

(24.8.04 14:18)
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