I'm really @ Youth.Sg one, lor.

Really.

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ASS, EM, ASS.

Don held a handphone in both hands.

Okay, let's try to work this thing.

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Song, la.
*yay!*

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"Youth.
A time of learning.
A period of innocence.
An interval of belligerence.
The age when Mum tells you never to play with fire, but you do so anyway.
...=P"

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Any more characters then must lagi-waste one more sms.

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What makes a Singaporean Youth?

There are many things that make Singaporean youths... well, youths. Such examples can be seen from various characteristics super-imposed on theirselves.

Siao ar, writing essay issit?
Aiyah, lemme tell you about being a REAL Singaporean Youth, lar!

Singapore Style.

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Beep, beep.

It's six AM in the morning.

The protagonist stirs in his sleep.

Walau, sian lah, still got school later.

But you still wake up, alas hesitantly, but you still do...

...at 6.03 AM

School would take about an hour to travel to, but...

Bopian.

The Primary School Leaving Examination has decided your fate after you submitted to it. According to your academic results, you will be posted to a secondary school of your choice IF you actually 'made' the cut-off point.
But if you don't, you can always appeal.

But the chances of you being accepted with a low tee-score would be as rare as... Winning at Toto or 4D.

=)

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6.30AM,
and you're still at home. Apparently you fell asleep again!

School starts at 7.15AM, sharp!
Late liao, lar, you. The Discipline Master would be on your tail again if you're a latecomer. That means more detentions, and possibly a suspension.

You look into the mirror sleepily, your wax by the side of the basin. You spike your hair up.

Chiat lat, like that DM sure will catch one. Later cut my hair, how?

7.40AM
You put on your ankle socks and head out the door. The maid screams at you to 'drink your milo' before you go, and you do.
After all, you've been drinking either that or 'beh piang' (oatmeal drink) for years.

Eh, siao, did I remember to bring my handphone?

You check your pockets and it is there. You made sure to switch it to silent mode. Can't let any teachers catch you smsing in class with the noisy keypad, right?

"Taxi, taxi!"

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7.12AM
The vehicle has reached finally reached the outskirts of the surroundings to the school.
You alight in record timing, but you made sure to get the correct change from the 'taxi uncle'.

Basket, why so much congestion on TPE today? You heard yourself asking, even though you are fully aware that you already know the answer to that. They taught you that during Human Geography.

The DM is standing by the side-gate, his long-sleeved shirt and tie somewhat unnerving you. A few of your schoolmates stood right outside the gate, rooted to the ground.

7.15AM
"Sekolah, sediya!"

The national anthem has already started!

Ah, cr*p.

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"Okay, this is not your first time. I want you to write a reflection on how you're going to curb this habit of yours, and put it in my pigeon-hole by the end of the day," the DM quipped, he exuded more disappointment rather than anger.

Phew, lucky he hasn't...

"Oh, and you, boy. How many times have I told you NOT to spike your hair up? Go and wash that wax of your hair! "

"But this is not-"

The glare from him did it. You lost all will to rebutt - This is an argument you'll never win.

Stupid DM... at least he hasn't...

"AND YOUR SOCKS! ANKLE SOCKS AGAIN!"

ARGH!

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7.35AM
You enter class, with everyone looking at you.

"Late again, ar?" The math teacher asked yet another rhetorical question.

"Ya, the DM lo..."

"Aiyah, boy, if you follow the rules then this wouldn't happen, right? The DM has to do his job. Now go take your seat, and take out worksheet 2."

In your gut, the loathing was momentarily erased for you knew that what the math teacher said was actually true. The loathing came back about a full four seconds later.

"So, have you done your homework? Show of hands for those who didn't do."

A few raised their hands. Certainly not you, though. You were smart to have completed the work. You did the first two sections by yourself, made sure you understood the theory, then copied the rest of the answers from a 'reliable'.

Apparently, three-quarters of the class had the same answers, with half of them having the same number of steps.

Coincidence?

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RINGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

Yay, recess.

"Going to makan?" A friend asked.

"Nah, I playing Dai Dee with the rest."

"Eh, save me a place later. Anyone of you want us buy anything up?" The friend turned to the rest of the class, some reading magazines, some sms-ing. A few were even rushing out a Chemistry assignment due just next lesson.

Paus, soft drinks and chicken nuggets filled the list.

"Okay lah, I'll be back about ten minutes before recess ends."

"Oei, you want to play or not?" Another friend points at your already-distributed cards, lying neatly in a pile before you.

"Ya, I want to play."

"Okay, quick quick. Three diamonds, start."

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2pm.

Ah, finally, school's over...

"Eh, Mrs Tan says she wants extra lesson with us, leh! Later 3pm, can?"

... Or not.

The classroom laid deserted five minutes later.

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"Eh, we going play basketball. You want?"

"Got ball?" Practicality before everything else.

"Ya."

"Where?"

"The CC (community centre) there, lor."

"I join you all later, lah. Need to write reflection for DM."

"Haha, late again right?"

"Yala."

"Nehmind, we go opposite eat first."

"Okay."

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Eh, eat what?

The Bak Chor Mee stall was closed.

Sian, today no tur kwa.

Thus, you ordered a large portion of chicken rice.

"Uncle, koi buay ba. Jia. Ka chuay peng." You speak, in fluent Hokkien taught to you by your grandmother.
(Uncle, chicken tail meat. Add more rice.)

"Wa, xiao shuai ge, jia fan duo san mao, hor!"
(Hey, handsome, that'll be 30 cents more for the extra rice.)

"Duo yi dian, lah!" You change your dialect immediately upon hearing the stallowner speak in chinese.
(Just only a little bit!)

"Okay, lah!"
(Okay, lah!)

You tuck in heartily to the 3 dollars worth of chicken rice, with all your friends watching you eat whilst drinking their Milo Peng.

Over at the other table, a fellow junior impresses the others by dropping Mentos into yet another bottle of Coke.

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4pm,
an SMS arrives.

"Wan go LAN?"

You reply: "Cnnt lah, 6pm must reach hm."

Still 4pm, another one arrives.

"Can lah, we stop at 5pm, can? Nearby shop. 1 DOTA match. Can lah."

"K, meet there." You change into your New World Order shirt and wax up your hair in the nearby toilet.

4.15pm
A flurry of teenagers playing MapleStory and Audition surrounds you.

Ah, home.
Now let's pwn.

7.20pm
You ended up losing track of time. In the middle of the fourth match (first one was a leaver game, wtf), Mum calls.

Crap!

"Uh, hi Mum, on the way back home liao."

"Where have you been?"

"On the way home!" You dodge the question.

"Okay, the maid made dinner. Be back now!"

Click.

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The bus arrives an eternity later. You board it, tapping your EZ-link card on the machine. A higher-pitched beep was heard.

Low remaining value 3.85 left.

Need to ask Mum to buy concession.

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8.10pm
You reach home, decked in your uniform. Dinner is cold. You micro-wave it up before tucking in. Rice, tofu, eggs, char-siew.

Yum.

8.15pm
You've finished your dinner. The short recesses in school has taught you the ability to eat fast.

8.30pm
You plop onto the computer. You towel-dry your hair rigorously while MSN signs you in. You visit a blog-hop for abit.

8.40pm
You start stoning in front of the computer, unaware that Campus Superstar is on.

11.06pm
Wow, time sure passes fast.

Sian, tomorrow still got school...

MSN bleeps. You read a private message from a friend.

"Wei! Tomorrow got physics test leh! You study le ma?!"

Ohh, SH*T!

"Haven't! How!" You reply.

You waited in short breaths for your friend's reply.
He replied with a Domo-kun emoticon.

"..."

Aiyah, I'll just go polyclinic and get myself a MC tomorrow, lah.

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Now if that isn't a true-blue Singaporean youth, I don't know what is.

EuU n0eSs? ^^