2 years ago, I (the fella with the long-sleeved maroon shirt) attended my first ever Graduation Dinner. I was emcee for that day, and as usual, I'm at my happiest on stage with an audience. I was with fellow Josephians - my favourite people in the entire world next to women, like Pamela Anderson, Cameron Diaz and David Beckham.
Then, I entered CJC...
Where I joined drama and rapped about chicken rice to an entire chicken rice stall filled with customers who just want to enjoy chicken rice... "Animal activists, chill out/ You don't know what it's all about/ When you eat chicken, chicken don't care/ Cos chickens are chickens, they don't wear no underwear" It was the time of my life, being in soccer, drama, crazily expanding my social network... I didn't want it to end but Fate somehow holed me up in SAJC...
This is one of a few of my closest group of friends in SAJC. Yes, even the auntie who sells Muslim food (the lady in the tudung) is a homie. She calls herself my mother, and she can sure play the part; the nagging aspect of motherhood at the very least. But I just love that woman...
Then, there's my class...
United we started, in tatters we were in intermediate, and now we're on the recovery. I did a lot with my class... I helped people get married...
"You may now kiss the bride."
... I encouraged fully utilising school facilities, like sleeping next to the canteen...
Then two days ago, it all came to an end as Prom signalled the dying days of my teenage life...
God knows if I'll ever mature in my head. But I'm no longer a teenager. I'm gonna be a man soon, at least in the eyes of the public. I'm entering a world of regular shaving, adult choices and mature women. Then again, do I want to leave this world of Marijuana-ish Highs and unbridled creativity? No way. Castrate me, hit me over my head with Rick James' erect penis and I still won't budge.
Hit me over my head with Whoopi Goldberg's erect penis and I might just think about it.
These were the best days of my life...
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