A Day in the Life of Me Part III: NaziYang Junior College
Sunday, April 30, 2006
A Day in the Life of Me Part III: NaziYang Junior College
After the audition ended,Ahmad told me about the Synergy that was happening later in the evening at 7.30pm.The time was fitting,and since XinYu invited Valerie along,she was kind enough to ask the two of us to join them as well.
Problem,we didnt have the tickets.According to Patricia(The ever beautiful dancer)the tickets were sold out,even the extra ones.I figured that we could as Mr. Wong to sneak us into the show,or simply pay the people there without actually getting the tickets,since it is the money they really want and not exactly the act of givng out tickets that interests them.
I settled that over the phone as we made our way from Kovan back to school.It was a familiar route for myself and Ahmad,the same HDB path from the bus stop to the backgate of the school.The days spent walking down the covered walkway to the hawker centre and enjoying a meal of fried fish noodle was a fond memory indeed.But i thought to myself,then,that NYJC doesnt hold much fond memories for me.I didnt like the school,not a tad bit.The people aside,it was perhaps a part of my life i'd rather not have had.You know,like how some people wish to have a part of their childhood left out of their lives,it is the same logic.
Anyway,we made our way across the running tracks in the dark,and in the distance on the grand state the two of us saw a bunch of shadows near the base of it.I couldnt see proper in the dark,but as we got closer we realised it was a bunch of students in pushup positions,holding it there with two other counsellors sat a couple of steps above them,scolding them.They were saying something like "Do you think this is harsh?Do you think we are being unfair?Do you think you can lead the students if you cant even tolerate this?I have nothing to say about you all anymore".
Wow,i said to Ahmad.THIS sort of SHIT happens in SCHOOL?For some reason the sight of this sort of thing eluded me when i was back in school.Ahmad told me that it is a sort of tradition to do this sort of things,but i started to wonder what is the value in doing this,in SCHOOL?I mean you are not fighting a war for the school or anything,which requires discipline of some level.And you thought this sort of shit only happens in army camps,they have infiltrated schools!
As i walked up the steps,i heard the guy going "You think this is tough?This is nothing!" I was really pissed off by him,the way he said it as if he has been through a hell lot of shit.Let's face it you KLIM smelling fuck.You are eighteen years old,you are still in school.You are leaving with your parents,and you probably havent earned your first pay yet,and still collecting weekly allowance from your mom.Let me tell you what the hell is tough,real TOUGH.
You've never crawled through mud smelling like wild boar shit.
You've never walked through swamps smelling like old dirty socks.
You've never went on in outfield three days straight without any sleep.
You've never done SOC in your life.
You've never went through the physical and mental torture of army yet,and NCC is peanuts compared to the army.
So dont you even START talking about TOUGH in front of me,especially when you knocked those poor juniors down on the running tracks.What did they do to deserve such a thing?They are merely seventeen years old,fresh out of Secondary School.They are your peers,only a year younger than you.What gives you the right to talk about TOUGH,in front of them?You bloody schmuck,dont even speak about what is harsh or what is tough in front of me.Because i swear if i was holding something else other than Josephine in my hands i wouldve smashed your bloody head against the grand stand and make Bloody Mary with the pulp of your face.
The Synergy was a pleasent surprise in my opinion.I guess it probably is due to the fact that ive been away,but i thought the performances were great,in fact better than my year.But you cant blame my year for being less superior,considering the fact that it was the first year NYJC doing such a thing.After some sweet talks with the counsellor at the door,Ahmad and I got into the LT and watched the show,for free.How sweet was that?
Lesson #1: The person whom you decide to ask for free stuff,be it discounts or free entry to certain events,always choose somebody significantly shorter than yourself.You gain grounds like that,and you throw pressure on him or her.
Lesson #2: Shower him or her with questions after questions,and after awhile he or she would probably be too irritated to be bothered with you,and then let you through.
Lesson #3: Always provide a plan that will benefit both parties.
As the guitar club were about to come on,the emcees introduced the pieces that was going to be played.When it came to the conductor,i was expecting Tomas' name to pop up.But instead of him,the old conductor,it was some dude called Frankie.Who the hell is Frankie?Where is Tomas?
Apparently,according to Mr. Wong,Tomas was fired because he didnt get the club the GOLD for SYF.As i heard that,i shouted "WHAT THE FUCK" in the middle of the crowd.Because seriously,that was totally ridiculous,outrageous!
NYJC has officially transformed into a Nazi state.I mean,i didnt like Ho Woon Ho's rule of the school when i was around.She was old,she was old-fashioned,and most of all she was OLD.But she was like a old grandmother,the naggy person in your family,always reminding you to do this and that,taking care of your every step.I didnt see the fact of this new principal,but i half expect his face to look like Hitler's.I felt NYJC was like Poland under Germany's rule all of a sudden,with the sight of the juniors in pushup positions,and the news of Tomas being fired because he didnt get gold for the guitar club.I have,therefore,decided that NYJC should no longer be known as NanYang Junior College,but rather NaziYang Junior College,with the new principal as the emperor.
After a pleasent chat with Mr. Wong,and (What do you know)Samuel with his girlfriend Hannah,i headed off to Gardens with Valerie,Ahmad,Xinyu and Patricia for a late dinner.Very,late dinner.
PS.Nirmala looked fat when i spotted her.She was holding a baby,and for a moment i thought some crazy nincompoop decided to marry her.But it turned out that the baby belonged to somebody she brought along with her,and she was like before,single.HA.The sight of her scrambling off alone towards the back of the school was particularly pleasing,in a very sadistic way i must say.
After the audition ended,Ahmad told me about the Synergy that was happening later in the evening at 7.30pm.The time was fitting,and since XinYu invited Valerie along,she was kind enough to ask the two of us to join them as well.
Problem,we didnt have the tickets.According to Patricia(The ever beautiful dancer)the tickets were sold out,even the extra ones.I figured that we could as Mr. Wong to sneak us into the show,or simply pay the people there without actually getting the tickets,since it is the money they really want and not exactly the act of givng out tickets that interests them.
I settled that over the phone as we made our way from Kovan back to school.It was a familiar route for myself and Ahmad,the same HDB path from the bus stop to the backgate of the school.The days spent walking down the covered walkway to the hawker centre and enjoying a meal of fried fish noodle was a fond memory indeed.But i thought to myself,then,that NYJC doesnt hold much fond memories for me.I didnt like the school,not a tad bit.The people aside,it was perhaps a part of my life i'd rather not have had.You know,like how some people wish to have a part of their childhood left out of their lives,it is the same logic.
Anyway,we made our way across the running tracks in the dark,and in the distance on the grand state the two of us saw a bunch of shadows near the base of it.I couldnt see proper in the dark,but as we got closer we realised it was a bunch of students in pushup positions,holding it there with two other counsellors sat a couple of steps above them,scolding them.They were saying something like "Do you think this is harsh?Do you think we are being unfair?Do you think you can lead the students if you cant even tolerate this?I have nothing to say about you all anymore".
Wow,i said to Ahmad.THIS sort of SHIT happens in SCHOOL?For some reason the sight of this sort of thing eluded me when i was back in school.Ahmad told me that it is a sort of tradition to do this sort of things,but i started to wonder what is the value in doing this,in SCHOOL?I mean you are not fighting a war for the school or anything,which requires discipline of some level.And you thought this sort of shit only happens in army camps,they have infiltrated schools!
As i walked up the steps,i heard the guy going "You think this is tough?This is nothing!" I was really pissed off by him,the way he said it as if he has been through a hell lot of shit.Let's face it you KLIM smelling fuck.You are eighteen years old,you are still in school.You are leaving with your parents,and you probably havent earned your first pay yet,and still collecting weekly allowance from your mom.Let me tell you what the hell is tough,real TOUGH.
You've never crawled through mud smelling like wild boar shit.
You've never walked through swamps smelling like old dirty socks.
You've never went on in outfield three days straight without any sleep.
You've never done SOC in your life.
You've never went through the physical and mental torture of army yet,and NCC is peanuts compared to the army.
So dont you even START talking about TOUGH in front of me,especially when you knocked those poor juniors down on the running tracks.What did they do to deserve such a thing?They are merely seventeen years old,fresh out of Secondary School.They are your peers,only a year younger than you.What gives you the right to talk about TOUGH,in front of them?You bloody schmuck,dont even speak about what is harsh or what is tough in front of me.Because i swear if i was holding something else other than Josephine in my hands i wouldve smashed your bloody head against the grand stand and make Bloody Mary with the pulp of your face.
The Synergy was a pleasent surprise in my opinion.I guess it probably is due to the fact that ive been away,but i thought the performances were great,in fact better than my year.But you cant blame my year for being less superior,considering the fact that it was the first year NYJC doing such a thing.After some sweet talks with the counsellor at the door,Ahmad and I got into the LT and watched the show,for free.How sweet was that?
Lesson #1: The person whom you decide to ask for free stuff,be it discounts or free entry to certain events,always choose somebody significantly shorter than yourself.You gain grounds like that,and you throw pressure on him or her.
Lesson #2: Shower him or her with questions after questions,and after awhile he or she would probably be too irritated to be bothered with you,and then let you through.
Lesson #3: Always provide a plan that will benefit both parties.
As the guitar club were about to come on,the emcees introduced the pieces that was going to be played.When it came to the conductor,i was expecting Tomas' name to pop up.But instead of him,the old conductor,it was some dude called Frankie.Who the hell is Frankie?Where is Tomas?
Apparently,according to Mr. Wong,Tomas was fired because he didnt get the club the GOLD for SYF.As i heard that,i shouted "WHAT THE FUCK" in the middle of the crowd.Because seriously,that was totally ridiculous,outrageous!
NYJC has officially transformed into a Nazi state.I mean,i didnt like Ho Woon Ho's rule of the school when i was around.She was old,she was old-fashioned,and most of all she was OLD.But she was like a old grandmother,the naggy person in your family,always reminding you to do this and that,taking care of your every step.I didnt see the fact of this new principal,but i half expect his face to look like Hitler's.I felt NYJC was like Poland under Germany's rule all of a sudden,with the sight of the juniors in pushup positions,and the news of Tomas being fired because he didnt get gold for the guitar club.I have,therefore,decided that NYJC should no longer be known as NanYang Junior College,but rather NaziYang Junior College,with the new principal as the emperor.
After a pleasent chat with Mr. Wong,and (What do you know)Samuel with his girlfriend Hannah,i headed off to Gardens with Valerie,Ahmad,Xinyu and Patricia for a late dinner.Very,late dinner.
PS.Nirmala looked fat when i spotted her.She was holding a baby,and for a moment i thought some crazy nincompoop decided to marry her.But it turned out that the baby belonged to somebody she brought along with her,and she was like before,single.HA.The sight of her scrambling off alone towards the back of the school was particularly pleasing,in a very sadistic way i must say.
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