I got tagged again.  This time by Mott. 

So here’s the rules.
1. Write about one of your naughties moment in secondary school
2. Story must not be shorter than 20000 words. Jk. Just dont make it too brief lah
3. Tag bloggers who you think have really interesting stories to tell. Don’t go “ah i wont tag anyone” .

Wow, this is a tough one.  A lot of things are playing in my mind right now of all the things that I did that could be considered the naughtiest.

First, some introduction.  I was a good student in primary school but when I went up to secondary, I mixed with the wrong crowd and got really screwed up.  From 5A student in primary to 1A student in secondary.  I went to secondary school during the recession years in the 80s.  A lot of people were unemployed and many were involved in the triads especially the poor.  I was a big kid and had an ugly face (like always angry like that lar).  I was prime candidate to be drafted into the triads. :P

In my first year I was already approached (we call it "pau" in cantonese) many times.  Luk Chai Yau (6 Dudes?), Sap Pat Chai (18 Sons?), Hung Fah (Red Flower), Mm Chi San (Some kind of mountain?).  By the way, my english translation of those triad names is not accurate.  I lived in Kepong but went to school in Sentul.  My dad would drop me off in the mornings and after school, I would take public transport back to Kepong.  Can you imagine how big and ugly I was, that I would "kena pau" in Sentul and in Kepong! 

Towards the end of my first year, I had become close to a bunch of Sentul kids.  They had already joined the Luk Chai Yau triad.  Since these were my buddies and I was getting "paued" often, I followed them and became a Luk Chai Yau.  I think I was also a little bit influenced by the stories my grandmother told me of my late grandfather.  My late grandfather died before I was born and he was a member of the triads during the 60s and early 70s.  Anyway, that’s another story for another time. 

It was easy for me to join since I had a reference from one of my buddies.  All I had to do was to put RM3.60 into a red packet, go through a simple ceremony and I "belonged" to the Luk Chai Yau triad.  Now if you’re thinking, here’s where the real details of all the bad things I did as a triad member starts.  You’re wrong.  Other than some petty little fights, nothing happened.  I didn’t have to pick up parangs or watermelon knifes and go around slashing other triad members, I didn’t have to cut someone’s hand off, nada.  I was just a "kelefeh" who looked angry all the time. :P 

The worst job I ever did was to follow one of my buddies (who was being groomed to become a tai ko) to collect some money from a chicken rice seller.  The coffee shop was on the ground floor of a three storey building and he asked me to wait on the ground floor while he and another kid went up the stairs with the chicken rice seller to discuss somethings.  The next thing I know, the chicken rice seller was sent tumbling down the stairs!  So can consider the naughtiest or not? 

Nolar, that’s just the introduction on how I got mixed up with the wrong crowd.  I’m actually quite a good person inside, just had some bad influences.  To be honest I skipped school regularly.  I hung out at my buddy’s house and watched "sex education" movies a lot.  Whenever I was in school, I gambled using a text book.  The game where you flip open a page and see who has the biggest page number total.  Just to give you an example so you can teach your kids. ;)  If you opened up page 54 then your total is 9, if your friend opens page 23, his total is 5. You win!  The only time that I liked going to school was when there was sports practice.

Now I think this takes the cake. The History Society had a competition to see who could build a model of an event that happened in history.  I don’t remember what my friend did but on the day that he was supposed to hand in his entry, I was in school.  The participants had to submit their entries to the society room on the top floor and I helped him carry it there.  While in the room, the president of the History Society was there and he was this arrogant (lansi kaw-kaw) student who was confident he was the sure win for the competition.  He would make fun of other students, ask others how long it took to finish their projects and say he could finish it in half the time, etc.  His entry was a huge diorama of the American fighting the Japanese.  He used those pasar malam plastic toy soldiers and for the ground, he used plaster sine.  At the end of the day, I went back into the room when no one was around and reused his plaster sine to make a big male organ(kukuciao) standing up right in the middle of his diorama.  The next day the history teacher went berserk and demanded the person responsible to own up.  They never caught the guy responsible.

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the History Society president wherever you are.  NOT!!!