Of the Happy Ending
This week is the graduation week.Almost every school in Singapore had their graduation ceremony sometime this week.Well,that mustve been a day very much desired for most students.For us JC students,JC life does not end here.However,friends would be missed,farewell to teachers,and perhaps our friendly security guard as well.The same old words cling around people's mouths everywhere as i found my way through the crowd.People taking photographs with friends,with teachers,with the toilet doors as the background and so on.As i wandered through the crowd,i wonder how come im alone there chewing on my half eaten lollipop.

It must be a curse.I must be.Every graduation for me must end in a melancholic way.As i mentioned before,in Secondary School my classmates vanished and disappeared right after the ceremony in school.This time it was perhaps not as tragic,but tragic enough to say that i wasnt exactly happy with the ending.I mean,spending the last minutes of our lives as NYJC students with Miss Nirmala is definitely something you wouldnt want to remember.Especially when the results she gave out were not even half as well as you expected.Sitting on the chair,staring at the result slips and CCA records,the Gummy Bear like erasers seemed a little more interesting.

Its good to have a lot of goodbyes on the last day.Krishna for example,clearly had a fun time with his class on the last day.For some reason,im forced to think its because of the fact that my class is female dominated,which has led to the "separation".To call my class united might be an understatement.However,we dont hate each other at all.At least when it comes to dissing a teacher we are pretty damn united.Mr Yee,being the common target and stuff is often the only reason why the class laughs together and have a common goal(That is,to put him down).I tell people that my class is a "United Separatists".It has got to do with girls' way of dealing things i guess.Its hard to understand girls really.They can forgive you for something you did,but still cling on to that fact for milleniums.Then bring that up in an argument that really puts of off.As for guys,we can still be friends after a punch of two in the first.Still remember back in the Secondary School days I used to hate Dudley and Timothy a lot.They were the big boys in class,both physically as well as social status.I sucker punched them a lot of times,and we pretty much hated each others' guts.Well,we ended up as good friends.Haha.That's how guys works.We dont give a shit about what you did in the past,we care about what you do now and tomorrow.Like Dudley said on his blog to a friend of his,"I dont care if you killed somebody.You are still my friend."(Or somewhere along that line.Forgive me if my memory capacity is less than desirable).Of course,that doesnt mean you can offend that big guy.No,you wont want that.

Anyway,my class has cliques.Lots of cliques,as do all female dominated societies."Totally stupid!" my mom commented,as she told me about how the female employees in her office have cliques as well.I just snickered under my breath at the resemblance it has on my own class.Cliques are fine,as long as the reason for the separation is not "Hatred".But,its just a weird community in my class.This weird atmosphere when you step in.You dont actually feel like you are outcasted,but you dont really feel like you belong?I dont know.Its just a weird feeling.Krishna,Samuel and I were one group back in my old class and we never seemed to have a problem messing around with the rest of the boys.Siang Hong calls me his "Partner in Crime" back in SRJC,and we too havent got a problem having fun.

As a result,everybody went their own ways on graduation day.That leaves the class photos we took as the only evidence of us ever being a class together.Pathetic,if you put things in perspective.I dont blame the class for anything,after all its in the genes of girls to have cliques and get themselves separated from each other.Its just that,i wouldve been a happier man this week if i had my ideal happy ending.An ending to my life in NYJC.Life there hadnt been something that ive hoped for in JC life.Not entirely anyway.So there's always a speck of hope that perhaps the ending might compensate for everything else.It ended off like a candle burning out by itself,leaving trails of smoke floating up through the air.Kind of like the beginning of "Schindler's List"(Which by the way,is 300mbs to completion).

I dont think its too much to ask for a perfect ending.Or a nice one anyway.Perhaps things couldve different if there werent so many minor conflicts amongst the girls.A little less saliva and a little more understandings might have done the trick.Compromising,isnt that what we need to do in order to have peace and harmony in a community?Is it too much to ask for from me?Perhaps the only thing worth mentioning about my graduation day this year was the jamming session i had with Ahmad and Samantha in the band room secretly.With the key to the room and the enormous supply of any musical instruments you can think of its hard to keep your hands off them.Ahmad got to school early and dragged me down there just to jam with him.Fine,i took the bait.Jamming is fun anytime anywhere.Sam got to school early too,and she too couldnt resist the temptation of the drum sticks.We played songs there for a long time,and it was a whole lot of fun.Oh,and perhaps the metallic flower Corinna gave me was worthy of remembrance as well.I have it on my guitar right now.Didnt want to lose it you know.

If i didnt have those,i might just strangle myself with the tie i had on that day.Or pop the lollipop deeper into my throat and choke myself to death.After all,why the hell not.Nobody's gonna notice amidst the photo takings and endless chatterings with each other.

So much for my happy ending.

Song of the Moment---Love of my Life by Santana featuring The Dave Matthew's Band