Note:- All apologies that this post was set into private mode which I have no idea why it became private at the first place. I’ve tweaked it by the way.
For those who already know, I do not usually whore myself to write meme unless it’s really fun to do so. After reading about vhanded’s wonderful post on his secondary school story, I immediately became interested in writing my own version. After I finished writing this post of mine, I finally realized how long it was. It was so long it could be submitted as a University thesis.
Due to its ridiculous length, I am going to split this post into two parts. Anyway, I think I have never written the kind of life I had when I was in high school (I’m typing “High School” because I’m pretty lazy to type “secondary school”, so the goal is to K.I.S.S). But then again I think I’ve written one version of it in my old blog but I’m not going to waste time digging for it so I’ve decided to write a brand new one instead. My high school life was awesome, well not until the 2nd half of my schooling period because I was this nerdy bloke who wore short pants to school until form 3.
Wearing short pants are the “In” things in those days because you get to show off lots of flesh and boost the sexiness among our peers. Okay I lied about that part because the reason I wore shorts because I need some air conditioning within my groin. It feels good once in awhile to have some real air flowing the pubic region. My eyeglasses were so big it can imitate a set of binoculars. In those days, they are what we would call, The Ahpek Glasses.
Its not hard to figure out why I wasn’t interested in girls back then and vice versa. Picture was taken when I was in form 4. Laugh all you want. Kthxbai.
To be honest, I don’t know what had gotten into me, but I think it has got to do with the choice of glasses I’m suppose to choose between an ah pek and girly pinkish looking glasses. So I rather choose the ah pek looking ones. It’s a pity I lost my old Identity card to a pick pocket otherwise I could have reproduce the hideous look of mine when I was 13 delivered exclusively to you courtesy of The New Sanctuary. That was roughly how I look during my teenage years so I’ll move on to the demographics of my high school:-
myHigh school demographics.
My high school probably has the most balanced racial quota in the district because it consists of 40% Malays, 38% Chinese and 22% Indians. The reason I called it “balanced” because there is some schools in Malacca you would easily call them Malay, Chinese and Indian school even though they claimed to be National schools. To be fair, I would term my school as the authentic National Schools since it was made up of 3 different races. I mixed freely with different races, as I have no problem speaking in Malay language.
Mainly because of my national primary school background because it was a very multiracial school too. Verbally, my Bahasa Melayu is so much fluent than my English. It was so fluent you would mistake me as Malay if you were talking to me on the phone. But when it comes to writing, I suck at BM real bad. Don’t ask me why. Of course there were few Chinese educated classmates of mine who refuse to mix with other races and prefer to stick within their own kind. It doesn’t help when the malay students seem to be enjoying laughing at the Chinese ed students for speaking in a funny accented bahasa Melayu.
It also didn’t help either when the English ed Chinese abuses the Chinese ed Chinese for being low class and the Chinese ed Chinese hurled insults at the English ed Chinese for aping Mat sallehs and accuses us for being a disgrace to the Chinese community. Man, Chinese chauvinism suck. To sum it all, school was like putting George Bush, MadHater, Saddam Hussein, Joseph Stalin, Adolf Hitler, Ariel Sharon and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad together under the same barn and watch them create world war 5. Despite the differences, we finally became comfortable with each other when we were in form 2.
myPopularity
With how I look when I was in secondary school, it does not take a rocket scientist to figure out that I wasn’t popular among the girls. Things are rather direct as no one really cares if that guy has a zero personality but possess the looks of Shah Rukh Khan or Tom Kurus. But I can’t blame the girls for reacting this way because many young girls dreamt of having a hunk for a boyfriend. Try to imagine if their requirements include having the looks of a superstar, drives a Mercedes Benz C class, must be sentimental, must be sensitive, must be charming, sexy, and must be as strong as Hercules although they are well aware that such guys only exists in the Kingdom of Utopia.
This is what we do to kill our time. Human hunting WAS a national sport.
I can easily fulfill the sentimental, sensitive, caring, charming requirements but definitely not in the looks department. Back then; Pop Singer Ah Niu (aka The Lembu aka The Bull) was my hero because his conveyed my sentiments perfectly in his one hit wonder “Dui mien de ni hai, Kan Ko Lai” (stop laughing at my horrendous pin yin). Things were rough back then. My best friend in the other hand possessed the qualities every young female would die for, which include the looks. It is natural that he easily is one of the most wanted guys within our batch. There were a bunch of girls attempted to woo him with their assets.
He was so popular until a guy wrote him a love letter (I’m dead serious about this). I remember many girls wrote him love letters (Including the guy) and he kept them like war trophies but he was hardly interested in them. I doubt he still keeps them today unless he wants to be beheaded by his loving wife. As his best friend in those days, it’s hard because I was his shadow. I remember once a girl tried to get close to me just to dig information on him. I was pretty hurt back then but I should thank her for this experience because I wouldn’t be where I am today without the trauma.
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