My classmates
Talk about mahjong addict. Not me anymore! Please say hi to Peter.
My poly mate Peter or å°ç”œç”œ as he’s more affectionately known, is busy playing mahjong while his current schoolmates are busy mugging for the coming exams.
That’s just so cool. (Peter Ng Beng Sun: Please note the sarcasm here.)
A short MSN chat brought back some really great memories when we were in NP-BS.
Yeah, I know it’s now called School of Business and Accountancy (BA), but to all of us, It’s still BS BS BS (Business Studies).
1B01 (96/97) was a fun group.
We had:
Fayanne, the perennial firecracker. We had our fair share (okie lah, more than the ordinary kind) of squabbles and fortunately a larger amount of laughs.
Racheal, who used to date someone who looks like Superman. She now has her own business! Mentioning my name is not likely to get you any discounts though, but you can still try if you’re the thick-skinned type.
Shirlyn, who represented Singapore in Martial Arts.
Ariel, who was a couple of years older than us. She had this really loud and funny sneeze. And oh, she says she does her laundry bare naked. Hmmm.
Karan, who was the 1st person I spoke to in Orientation. (Karan, if you’re reading this, I won’t forget about the Christmas Tree. I’m still kicking myself sometimes. Glad you’re happy. You are right?)
Kit Ching, who will be further introduced later.
Then there was this guy, who somehow manages to charm the feet off almost every girl AND woman who chooses to cross his path. (I’m not talking about myself here. Really..) Hi Esmond!
I’ll never forget how the underaged Esmond made an equally underaged me walk into Cold Storage and buy him a pack of cigarettes. I couldn’t remember if I was pissed or relieved that the counter staff didn’t check my IC. Esmond also gave me my first condom! Haha. (If you’re expecting details about the fate of the said condom, dream on! I’m a 933 DJ, remember?! How can I talk about that? *blush*)
And of course, there’s Peter.
This idiot once convinced me to have lunch at Holland Village. After some consideration, he said he wanted to eat something different. We walked like what seemed to be the length of the Great Wall of China, before reaching the Ghim Moh Estate. And guess what, it was the Golden Arches! There’s a freaking big double storey McDonalds’ at King Albert Park and he had to take a bus from NP, walk that distance and eat at the Ghim Moh outlet.
People have accused me of leading him astray. NO!!! I wasn’t totally responsible for turning a demure, bashful adolescent into a party animal!
Looking back, Peter and I had the time of our lives in BS. Since we both committed minimal time to our studies, there was always a reason to meet up after lessons.
Don’t interpret this wrongly, I did enjoy going to school.
If not for the fact that this Econs lecturer made me stand up in class and repeat the law of demand again and again and again and again and again, I wouldn’t be able to tell you right here right now that it’s an inverse relationship between the quantity demanded and price. (Miss Koh: Did I get that correct?)
If not for Miss Koh, I wouldn’t have to get up at some strange hour to buy kaya toast for the whole class. And yeah, through that experience, I knew who my friends were, cos they got up early with me and queued with me at Killiney.
(By the way, the premium kaya toast kaya was to illustrate the point on monopoly and being monopolistically competitive. Don’t get it?! Either you didn’t pay attention, or your econs lecturer didn’t do a good job like mine did… Or maybe you didn’t take econs in the first place. Never mind this bit then…)
Kinda miss school days…
Scribbling notes and passing them around during lectures and tutorials…
Speculating who has a crush on who…
Going for coffee…
Planning class gatherings…
Attending class gatherings…
Evaluating who’s at fault when class gatherings don’t materialise…
Going to Mambo Jambo…
Going to lessons with a hangover from Mambo Jambo…
Going to Venom (it was called Venom then) after lessons with a hangover from Mambo Jambo…
Well, the bad thing about being a student is that we have to sit for exams at the end of each semester.
Peter and I must have done enough good deeds to have ended up in the same class with her.
Cue music for the entrance of our saviour, Kit Ching!
“What?! You got an A?! *horrified look* What happened?!â€
Kit Ching is the top student in class, the collector of A-Distinctions.
She is to me, Kindness Personified.
At the end of each semester, the three of us would huddle up somewhere and do our last minute thing. I don’t know the appropriate word here. “Revision†means you studied it before, you are going through again right? But in this case, Kit Ching was basically stuffing a whole semester’s worth of information down the throats of two goondus in one week.
Do you know how grateful I am to Kit Ching? I mean, she could just forget about us and do her own revision at home. She had this drive to excel in her studies, I knew it. It’s not some freaky obsession to be an overachiever.. She’s not talked about it but we all know she wanted to achieve brilliant results for her mum who, at that time had to undergo a considerable amount of hardship to put her in school.
If there’s anything Kit Ching wants, I’ll gladly do it. Or I’ll get Peter.
And oh ya, speaking about Peter… Hey! There’s no more Kit Ching now! Wake up your ****ing idea, stop your mahjong and start studying!
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Disclaimer to “young and impressionable†students: The above exploits of Peter Gor Gor and Cruz Gor Gor are seriously undesirable reading material. Please sign a statement acknowledging that “You will not follow in our footsteps.†and fax it to 62540933.
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