Well it’s now 1.30 am and I guess most of the prefects who attended the fantastic dinner at Swiss Garden, now busy bathing , start removing all the make-up , after being extremely wild for the entire night.
And here, Mr Lee CY, starts blogging again, despite the fact that it’s already super duper late, and taking the risk of kena scolding by his parents, plus – he hasn’t taken his bath yet.
I have to blog, since that particular , the hard-to-be-described feeling still stays with me here. My blog is my diary, only it is a public diary which is allowed to be viewed by everybody.
First, I have to say, Good Job to the juniors , for their hard work in making this night to be a very successful one. And secondly, congratulation to you once again. For your success in forcing the tears to squeeze out of our eyes, turned some of us to be crying babies. Yeah you did it.
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Well, some of my friends, used to describe me as cold-blooded one, for I can still laugh my lungs out while watching the most sentimental , touching movie, while people around me start grabbing piece and piece of tissue, wrapping them into typical Chinese food- Wantan. As for my graduation day in Standard 6 , I actually enjoyed watching people crying everywhere, while me standing aside, laughing at their dramatic acts.
Lol? As if they attending a funeral?
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And miraculously, I have to admit that, I cried.
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Ok it began with the performance. First, the Nameless band , which eventually granted a name by Pn Lee WW , The Perfect Prefect Band. Sounds er-hem.. Marvelous job anyway. Then the dance, led by Sze Hsuan I guess, and it’s truly surprising and astonishing to see them with SEXY dance, but not sexy dress. xP
And then. it’s the Sketch.
To be honest, I did not expect much from that. Yet these chaps did something beyond my expectation and they made us laugh hysterically all the way out , with their amusing tone, and very good script. And…
Yeah it’s about life as a prefect. It reminded us of how we got impressed and chose the path to be a prefect, what circumstances we were in that made us to be more courageous, how stressful it was when we underwent the dreadful interview, how happy we were when we turned to be Blue Shirt Guys, how excited we were in receiving our posts, how dedicated and committed we were when we had a bunch of new juniors, who first knew nothing, but turned out to be what they are now.
(interview time)
And so coincidentally, the actor was Chee Hong .And this guy made me recall back the days in afternoon session when I taught him the right way to talk, to walk, and even stand, since this guy was like so lembik like agar-agar in his days in Form 1. And yeah, still vividly remember his blurrrrr face , half-opened eyes .
And when Bryan or Gabriel (the actors), who’d grown from a junior to a senior, after teaching his junior everything, after working with his junior for so many years, having all the fun time together, the day has come. The senior took off his tie, implying that Form 5 now have to pass the baton to the new generation, as they are old enough to manage the Board. Zirou started to have tears rolling in eyes, and as for me , I just couldn’t stop thinking of the days in afternoon session. The day when I, with MC trained the ignorants and innocents to carry out their duties, scolded or even punished them severely in roll call when they failed to perform their duties well enough.
Time flew without much of our concern and we were sitting there, watching them playing their drama, and also recalling back the days. Reminiscing. It’s wonderful. It’s blissful.
The sketch ended with laughter. Then you guys all lined up in front, started singing that song – You Raise Me Up – and it struck right to the bottom of my heart. When you people standing up there, I thought of the days when you guys still wearing white shirts, with red ties. I thought of the day before recruiting you as prefects, I checked your Biodata together with Pn Shanthi. And then, it started choking me. I tried my very best to control myself, but it’s just too hard to resist it. Quickly, I covered my face , that full of tears, I couldn’t believe that I was crying.
5 years.
5 years of serving the school. 4 years of becoming your senior.
I realised how reluctant I am to leave this board, though I always say I wanted to leave so I could concentrate on my study. It’s very normal for us to cry, seeing you guys growing from kiddo to now, the leaders of Board.
Someone asked me, would I still choose to become a prefect if I am given a chance, to back to the day in Form 1. Hell yes! I answered, without doubt. People outside thought that prefects carried out teachers’ instruction blindly, prefects lead stressful lives. They do not understand the fun when everybody is working together, moving forward with the same pace , to our very own goals. We had numerous camps that made our bonds to be closer, we had dinners , we had trips. I have to say, prefect life is part of my school life. No prefect, school life will just be , bored.
I am just so timid when I first came to this school. And I even had no gut to go in front to the counter to get the registration form and sign up as a prefect. I guess, if that day I choose not to be a prefect, I might now be another weirdo, who just spent time digging pile and pile of books. The training I got in prefectorial Board, from my seniors, moulded me to be an active one, daring one, and one that can think in a more logical and rational way. This Board made me to socialise with others, and I realised how nice it is to have more friends in school.
Last year, we together organised camp and annual dinner and again, we were trained to be cooperative and tolerant. We tend to be more independent, we were forced to stay at the jungle alone during camp time. All these fear, struggle, tension.. made us grow. Metamorphosis occurred in this Board. And not to forget the camp in Cameron highland, the best camp ever attended.
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Haha. Wanna thank all my seniors as well, though I did so last year.
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So, with all these fond memories, how could I resist the outburst of emotion, hold back the tears that insist to flow out?
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We were not doing a good job this year. Too much politics around. But I have strong faith and confidence in the Botak Gang that they could lead the Board much better next year. And you guys, better don’t put me down.
And F4 juniors, I believe – Leadership is Action, Not Position. Whichever specific job you got, you still play an important role as a prefect and enjoy it, before it’s too late.
For Chee Hong, Kai Jun, Viyen, Jolynn and etc, my more favourable juniors, keep it up and support the team. Yeah you can.
~End of Life as Prefect~
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Eheh, I am still a prefect now, since I hasn’t stepped down officially. Why I speak as if I am no longer a member of the board? Ok anyway just once again, a huge thank to everyone of you, and last but not least, erm… I think I will miss you. 
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er ya. would like to also wish Yong Xin Happy Birthday here. All the best for you in carrying out your job, but at the same time do not neglect your study .
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Oh yeah, thanks KJ, for the dice dollll. I lovin’ it . Enjoy your post as Head of Discipline.
you will do better than me..
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