I was offered a place in a school somewhere near Seremban. A religious school that is, inhabited mostly by hypocritical-religiously-obedient students, controlled fiercely by the whole lot of ustaz and wardens who mostly come from a state somewhere in the east of the country and exacerbated by the fascism of some of the prefects and seniors that was untolerable that is worth to be elaborated in a nasty language, that now, maybe due to the bad prayers on them by the juniors, they are doomed with failed studies, careers and life.

Having said that, I must admit that I myself was appointed as a prefect during my third year of study. My inadequate leadership skill, as well as my commitment issue resulted in me not being elected for the subsequent year. No grudge about it really, as I don’t really fancy that responsibility anyway. I am not sure myself on why the hell that I undertook that responsibility in the first place. People mock you, regardless of which side your stance is. Relaxing the rules and being lenient is a taboo for the fellow prefect colleagues, and somehow, the wardens/ustaz will know about it. Being too rigid as to limit flexibility will result in you being outcaste and treated like the Dalits, the untouchables by the rest of the students.

Upon deep reminiscence, I am quite lucky as I had enjoyed both side of life, one being the prefect wearing blue shirts and dark blue trousers, and the other being a normal student wearing white shirt and pants. Either hunting or being hunted, bring it on, I had both.

To be continued