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Book of Wong : BB Mania
There are times when I look back to my Boyhood days and I just shake my head at all the crazy, silly and embarrassing things I did.
Like all the asinine things I did when the Girls Brigade were around. See, there was this time when the Girls Brigade Company next door would come over for joint meetings. So, of course, Boys being Boys, we’d sit up straighter and sing with more “manly” voices during worship. However, suffering through the travails of puberty makes things more difficult. For example, when you’re singing “Give Thanks” as “manly” as you can, you reach the chorus and go, “And nooooowwwwwwuuhrrggarragghh…” It’s worse when you’re singing loudly to impress the girls with your vocal talent (evident only to yourself, apparently). It’s far, far worse when you’re leading worship. With a microphone. Amplified all over the hall. Stupid voice-breaking-during-puberty! Of course, there those really moments of grand delusions when I thought it was pretty cool to be able to walk around in half-uniform around the church or school (or wherever the Company met). Oh come on, you guys think so, too. It feels pretty macho to walk around in military boots, hearing the “clack-clack-clack” of metal horseshoes. Nothing makes you feel more manly than wearing a shiny belt, shiny boots (boots, mind you, not mere shoes!). And when the girls ask you why you’re wearing what you’re wearing… ah, your chest rises and with a deep, drill-commander’s voice, you answer, “It’s part of my uniform.” Girls like men in uniform… so they say. Or when I was younger, more foolish and at the age where promotions were supposed to be just around the corner… so I started “behaving” more like an NCO. The only problem with that (as my friends angrily reminded me), was that I was not an NCO yet. Oh, don’t pretend. You know what I’m talking about. You start volunteering for every little assignment the Officer dishes out (“Who wants to clean the toilet bowls of the Youth Center with a toothbrush?”). Your drill suddenly becomes so much better than the rest (So much that you even march to the toilet and “hentak kaki” while washing your hands). And I’m sure you’ve practiced your salute in the mirror (Making sure that your arm is really at 90° and 45° angles!). Don’t be shy… you can admit it. Book of Wong | Home |
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