It was on the morning of the JPA interview. The boy woke up feeling that something was not right. He was feeling kind of hot but yet he had no fever. Brushing it aside he decided to being preparing himself to face the JPA interview which was at 2pm.So he proceeded to get his clothes out, when he started feeling queasy. A certain feeling sent impulses from his lower abdomen to his brain, screaming for the toilet. He rushed to the toilet to relieve himself, and thankfully felt better.
Soon, it was time to leave for the interview. The boy decided that tie's were hot and uncomfortable and didn't wear one for the interview. At the interview lounge, he met some of his friends, a dog and a gay. Looking around he noticed that many of the interviewees were wearing ties. "What a bunch of fakers", he thought to himself, "Some of them look like they've never worn a tie before." Sure enough, some of their ties were all crooked and not even pulled up. Well that didn't bother him, since the thing going through his mind was, "Why should I look good for a bunch of racist idiots? Might as well wear what I feel comfortable in."
Taking a glance at the bulletin board, he discovered that he was under the same panel as the dog. Panel 1. Thus started a long wait for his turn. The hours ticked by, and the number of interviewees gradually reduced, all of them slowly being called in groups of 4 or 5 to meet their panel of racist interviewers. Finally it was just 4 of them left waiting in the lounge and we were called up to the second floor where they waited some more.
The 4 of them were, dog, a guy from Catholic High and a girl from Muar. Coincidently, it was discovered that they all had a common birthday month, June and were all Chinese. Among them the dog applied for Engineering(Germany), the guy law and the girl Accounting. As for the boy, he had opted for Engineering. It was about 4.30pm when finally the door opened and they were asked to step through that cloudy glass door to meet those racist interviewers. There was 2 M's and 1 Indian behind that door, sitting behind their table, looking all high and mighty. So it started.
The beginning introductions were required to be done in Malay. The boy, already detesting the Malay language, crapped something about himself in broken BM. Then was the 1st question, which was, "Apakah pandangan anda jika murid university melibatkan diri dalam politik?" His answer was, "Tak wajar" Politik di Malaysia tak matang. Masih ada pelbagai konflik antara parti. He wanted to add cause M's are stupid, but he refrained himself. Next was the question in English. The question was, "There is a notion of baring the number of SPM subjects to 8, what are views on that?" Well his view was why 8? Let's make it 10. Let's abolish Moral (cause it's a stupid subject), and offer religious studies instead. This allows the freedom of choosing another extra subject, and bla bla bla bla....... After another round of career related questions, they were dismissed. Well bye bye to you, racist interviewers.
When he reached home, he began to feel very tired and went to bed. 1 hour later, he woke up with fever. High fever. Thus started his one week sickness of dengue. Oooh it felt good. He felt so hot it was cold, so cold that it was hot. Hungry with no appetite and sleepy all the time. It lasted until Saturday, when it started to subside a little. However with a Panadol, he was able to make it for the Franciscan Night Dinner. After the dinner he went back and slept some more until he finally fully recovered on Tuesday. Thus ended the one week sickness for the boy. The End
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