Start of 2008 / Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Happy New Years Everyone. Its now 2008.
List of what I have to say:
- THE YEAR OF THE HSC IS FINISHED!
- I completed 11/20 of my 2007 new year's resolutions. 53%! What Alfie said was a Dr Du Pass!
- Fireworks are pretty
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HUMPBACK OF NOTRE DAME! LOLOLOLOLOLOL
- Thank you all.
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Fate / Saturday, November 24, 2007
During my primary years I don't think I was very friendly to any one in particular, save a few while being outrightly modest and conservative/subservient to others. It was that sort of behaviour which festered at me, lending me to induce some sort of hollow sense of self inside during my latter high school years.
However, this post is not dedicated to my later social behaviours, but rather the strewn circumstances that are built upon by probabilities and possibilities. To be short, I'll skip straight to the last day of Year 6, where every single student would go to the large park outside Hurstville Public to play while waiting for parents.
On that day, the joy/sorrow of graduating primary school was similar to the mood/atmosphere generated upon graduating high school, and amidst the tears and silent acknowledgements lay the crux of park fun: water bomb fight. There were massive balloons flying everywhere from the people playing with their Magic cards, to the people playing handball, all the way to the young kids playing on the park equipment.
To me, that day will stand out because it was the only day I ever openly expressed my regret at not knowing my fellow classmates more. In the middle of the bomb fight, I glanced around for a new target and spotted two girls in my class walking home through the park together. Fortunately, my mind was not set on wetting others but rather engaging in candid conversation. Quickly hurrying over, I halted the two and stumbled seeing their quizzical faces.
Their expressions of wonder/surprise/confusion stumped me, and I was suddenly speechless, stuck in one of those endless loops of uncertainty where all I can think of was, "What was it I wanted to say? Think...think..." So there we were, the three of us, the two of them against the one of me, all silent, waiting for some sort of ice breaker which would allow us to connect.
Funnily enough, about 15 seconds of silence later, I stuck my hand out and offered them a handshake, perhaps a sign of conciliation, or maybe a sign of friendship and remembrance, I do not know. Following this, I quickly blurted out these exact words, "I'm really sorry about these two years. I know I've been an idiot sometimes in class and you probably didn't like me much either, but I just really want to let you guys know how awesome it was to be in the same class as you girls for these two years. Thank you so much. I really regret not getting to know you guys better."
There was open silence again following these words. They just looked at me and stared. Stared. Expressionless. Feeling extremely awkward, I quickly ran off and launched a water bomb which hit some guy on the head and exploded, leaving the two alone.
They never took that handshake.
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Two months later, I received an email from one of those classmates who thanked me sincerely for what I tried to do and remarked upon my bravery for being so straight forward. She told me about how stunned she was and was just too shocked/happy to reply, telling me how she would like to know me better as well.
I never replied back, and since then I've only spoken to her once.
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Another example of possibilities against probabilities would be another primary classmate of mine who used to live on my street. We never really talked, the awkward boy-girl silence always filling the void and eventually ended up as an ignorance of the other's existence. There would be the silent looks and the look-aways-once-i-think-he/she-saw-me, but nothing more than that. We were in the same class for 2 years, waited for and sat in the same bus for 4, and sometimes even had to sit next to each other, but I don't think I've spoken more than 3 minutes of dialogue with her in that timespan.
At the end of Year 10, I finally decided to talk to her. She too, was really surprised that we were having a conversation and on that 3 minute bus trip back we had the shortest catch-up of events I ever had. When I told her it'll be nice if we would talk to each other everyday on the bus to catch-up, her lit-up face instantly dimmed and vanished when she somberly told me that it was the last day she was to take the bus.
She was moving the next day to be closer to her high school.
In hindsight, I suppose it was a good thing I did have that final conversation with her. Another situation where I feel I've patched up a situation at the last minute, but scraped by. Like before, we promised to catch up.
We never did. That was still the last time I talked to her. I don't even have her msn, and I doubt she has mine.
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Regret? A bit.
Would I go back and do things differently? No. I don't think even if I go back, I'd want to change what I did. It was all a learning process, and it was one that taught me that sometimes taking the initiative to find out more can change another's complete outlook or grasp an understanding of what was really happening.
I mean, what would really happen if I never did talk to her on that last day? What if I never stuck my hand for a handshake?
Sure, there must have been situations where I did not take the initiative, and because of that, there is probably a lot that I do not know of that I would have.
That, my dear friends, is what I call fate.
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/ Saturday, November 17, 2007
An Anecdote I wrote for English Advanced at the start of Year 11. I found so many pieces of writing that I did that was just fantastic. One of the few times I think I was honest. Got me an A too. XD
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I remember in the deepest recesses of my brain, a tiny bit of my disturbing memories lurked. As a child in my primary school, nobody cared about my wellbeing except for my friends, and even then, barely. Studying at Hurstville Public for a few years, I would never forget the exhiliration I felt when my hands first touched that letter of acceptance into the 'OC' class. Standing for 'Opportunity Class', a select few students were offered a place into these classes. Like the name suggests, the classes aim to provide its students better chances into getting a place in one of NSW's more prestigious 'selective' high schools. At first, I didn't realise the letter was offering me a place, I just stared at the envelope thinking, "The letter's so small, it probably says I didn't make it." I was expecting a large yellow envelope or something similar. I just stared at the envelope until I decided to pass it on to Mother to open, as I couldn't bear to handle the disappointment. Imagine my surprise when Mother broke down and cried all over me, holding the letter in her hand. I blanked and thought, "Its not that bad, is it?!" After another half hour of confusion and chinglish, both sides were at an understanding. Mother laughing at my ignorance and me even more confused at how I made the class and why God liked messing with me.
So there I was, an 'OC boy' as they call it. One of the elite. The upperclass of school society. My fellow classmates all whispered to one another and pouted, "You know him? Yeah, the guy with that
weird name, he made OC. Be careful, he's not like us." I thought, "how different could I be? I'm still the same person. Nothing's changed." But it seemed my status said otherwise. Although I was respected for being an OC, I was neglected in terms of friendship. My mates all thought I was above them, and insisted on our separation, pointing out all our differences. I had never been more confused...
I never thought of myself as 'superior' or 'elite', but my peers all passed me off in that manner, so naturally, I thought I was what they thought I was. In the majority of my peers, I found a niche of other 'OC's' that shared and reflected my situation. I was lonely in terms of friendship, but friendly in terms of classmates. Naturally, we bonded. Since 'OC' classes didn't officially start until the next year, all we had was the label 'OC' without any difference to my classmates. Again, confusion and desolation didn't disappear until I was amongst the other 'OC's'
Over the holidays, I considered what being an OC would require. I was told that only one in every ten people were offered a place in an 'OC' class, which meant that put me in the top ten percent of the state. I was terrified what that meant. "Is there going to be lots of homework? Will i be liked by the teacher? Does that mean there will be more pressure on me?" It isn't until now I realised that those questions are shared between each individual who goes to a new school or applies for a new job.
Once term started, I found myself struggling in a lot of areas academically. What I found more disturbing was I was even more worried about how I was doing socially. Puberty had started...
I hung out with David Tran, a good friend of mine to today. Being a smart person with a very perceptive mind, I relaxed around him. I also hung out with Kevin and Michelle, both being really exceptional friends, with the latter becoming one of my besties today. Since our parents were colleague's at work, we often hung out together. They helped me out when needed and I returned the favour. The year settled into a pattern of ups and downs, much like my testosterone.
By the end of the first 'OC-ed' year, I had grown exponentially in height and I easily dwarfed the class. They were intimidated by my height and I used the advantage in open intimidation. I had also taken an interest in girls. I started taking notice of the girls in my class and no longer looked upon them as alien creatures, but captivating, attention grabbing things. mind you, I still regard their habits as alien, but at least I understand them better. It wasn't just me either. By the first term in year six, I noticed the other guys stealing some glances at particular girls. Being the only guy to consistently talk to girls, ie Michelle, I gained quick access to the gossip hotline the girls were engaged on. I often laughed at the rumours, and sometimes believed them, but looking back today I truly realise how laughable my immaturity was.
The pressure started to come in when the selective school exam date loomed closer and closer. All notions of primary romance were forgotten as heads were nosed into textbooks and pens flew across paper. The anticipation for the end of the exam signified the need to study more for it. Day in and day out were devoted to Maths, English and General Ability.
Pressure from parents also started pouring in. The Chinese Gossip Queen, ie, my Mother, the phone and her friends, provided a wealth of information on my expected marks and what I should I be striving to get. As a result, their conclusion was reflected amongst the Chinese community: tuition. So for four days a week I was sent to tutoring with Kevin and Michelle to learn the finer points of algebra and narratives.
Two months passed in this fashion and finally, the big day came. Nerves were raw, tension was high and a continuous build of nervousness were realised. I felt totally unprepared. My voice was broken, my kneecaps ached and I had a bad cold. "Why?!" I almost cried out, "Why did the almighty have to test me again? I hated what was happening to my body, and I hated the fact I was sick on the most important event in my life at that point. I just wanted things to be like what they used to be, before I made OC. I wanted to cry.
Now that wasn't the best way to feel when an important exam is in your face. I somehow survived it. Actually, I did quite well considering my tornado of emotions. I've managed to enter a selective high school, keep my friends and even gained control over my body again.
When I look back, I realise that alot of what has happened was forced upon me. Even now I find many of what I do still decided by higher powers. As I prepare for my HSC, I know that I will be expected to adopt more events that will aid me in the HSC. Like it was in primary, it is now in selective. I can only do what fate has alloted for me, and hope for the best.
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sigh...so true.
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Recap Of High School / Saturday, September 29, 2007
Year 6 (Graduation Party)...David Tran, Jaffe Chiu, Frank Jin, Thomas Mak, Nick Levanic, Ahsas Rhanjan and myself. The people from my OC class who had continued their education at Sydney Boys High School. The only thing I remember was coming 2nd last in OC every time we did a test and feeling extremely stupid. That, and how I had introduced the entire 'DragonBall Clap your hands to charge' game which I still hold in remembrance.
The Letter..."Congratulations. You have been offered a place...
...at Fort Street High School."
Dot Dot Dot. I remember the initial excitement at knowing that I had actually
made a selective school, but only to show up at school to find that everybody had made Sydney High. Then the disappointment set in. Why? It was one of the first few times I felt I had been treated differently, and to this day, the trend continues...
I remember going home and moping about it, the words, "Sydney Boys High School: Reserve A" staring at me endlessly. So I called the BOS, or more accurately, my mum did, just to check where I stood on that reserve list.
30th.
I was 30th on the reserve list, dead last of the Reserve list. Just one place above the guy in Reserve B. I didn't want to go to Fort Street. The open day for Fort Street was scary. In that one open day, I saw prefects handing money and cigarettes, rowdy boys bully each other, and one Yr 9 guy (who seemed massive at the time), who told me he'd "bash me if you got into this school". Naturally, it wasn't the most appealing of places to me.
5 days before high school, I got another letter, telling me I was offered a place to Sydney High because a 30th guy had declined a spot. I was over the moon. But there were so much to do in 5 days before school started. Buying the uniform, filling in application forms. It was all very strange.
And then...it began. Orientation Day. I remember it as being a very weird time. Being a reserve, there were alot of things that were done for others that weren't done for me. To begin with, I wasn't given a timetable, so I had no idea where to go. Everybody was chattering away and I was the only one who seemed completely lost. One teacher came to me and led me away, (I think it must've been one of the deputies, but contextually, I had no idea who) to one class filled with 'Eedy's'. I did not know what 'Eedy's' were, but it was really quite embarrassing to knock and enter some classroom filled with 30 other boys who just stared back at you in your new uniform and the school bag that was different from other people's. What was even more embarrassing was that I replaced another student from that class; that I kicked a person into another house; that that person was one of the friends I knew from primary, Mr Jamie Tao. Things weren't right...
Fitting in...Within that first week, I adapted slowly. I stuck with people I knew, meaning Leslie Wong from North Shore and David Tran from OC were my instant friends. As it were, things seemed quite jolly, with the entire class moving together as a pack to whatever class we were in. At the end of that week, my little group included one Raymond Tran (who seemed quite small back then...) since the middle tables in each room were arranged in 4's. Other people fitted in too, with Stanley Jia and Alfred Sin often joining in our group activities.
But, there was still the labels...
I was still the 'reserve', and even though nobody knew that, I always felt different. Getting my train pass and bus pass; I was always the last one to get it. Weeks after everybody else because the school still hadn't registered my name in all its records. Little things here and there just like that always reminded me that I was lucky to be in this school; that I was less intelligent then the rest and I had to somehow make up for it.
That feeling continued in the recurring years at High, when I'd still be the last one to get my train pass and bus pass...all the way until Year 10.
Friends and Enemies through the years...Its silly really, when I look back, at all the people I had marked as 'potential enemies' and people I would avoid contact with if possible. Its funny too, how the same people tried to befriend me and how I eventually, while not entirely liking them, did not give them the same shit other people did. However, people like Alim pissed me off constantly and incessantly; always sucking up to people he wanted to 'protect' him while teasing other people at the same time. I hated how he had bullied my friend Ahsas out of the school; and prevented 5 years of contact with him.
Those were the negatives. The positives would be the friends I'd eventually make.
In Year 8, I met Matthew Sin for the first time. Boy, things seemed different. Maybe it was because everybody else seemed so small and pudgy compared to me back then... But he's still the same way today and I hold him in high esteem when it comes to talking about my best mates. If he were to ever ask me about something, I would not hesitate in telling him the truth (one of the only people I'd ever tell the truth to). Near the end of Year 8, I met Geoffrey Zhang. And it wasn't the best of meetings either. Haha... I first heard of Geoffrey when I saw Leslie, David and Raymond all getting invitations to a bowling party for Geoff; and when I saw the multitude of brethren who had received an invite, I was slightly pissed that I didn't.
Remarkably, things eventually turned around when I found out that he was a fellow anime watcher (OTAKU!!!! HELL YEA!) like me, and there was an instant connection, albeit a slightly weird one. During Year 9, I would read his Love Hina Manga during recess and lunch while everybody else had to pay him for that same honour. Quite exciting, lol, borrowing cartoon books with almost nude chicks from a fat and wide guy who had bowl cut hair. Hahaha...Oh how the times have changed. But I would say we really connected in Year 10 in Ms Ward's maths class, during our many 'make her laugh classes', in between me teaching Gman maths and him teaching me the wonders of the PSP. (I can still remember the square game that I had triumphed over him by). To this very day, he's one of my best friends I'd hate to lose. You know what? I'd always remember him as being that 'taiwanese singer-guy who pimps alot of chicks even though he'd never tell you about'. Did you know he's had like....4,5 relationships!? zOMGskies!!!
And then there was Richard Yang. It was quite wonderful. Brewer's class for Geo, and Ockert's class for commerce. I don't remember how exactly it was that I met Richard. But it'd probably be accounted for in the train rides we took together every single morning. The group of about 8 guys who took the train together, the times we decided for 'our train' had changed as we progressed through the years. 'Take the 7:41 express!' in Year 7. 'Take the 7:46 limited stops' in Year 8 before 'Take the 7:58 express!' in Year 9's and 10. Those times were fun. Back from the sidetrack, Yang has really contributed to my school life. I'd say he was the only guy who I talked about our careers with (in year 8 LOL), and whatever programs we were involved in, we'd tell each other. (YAA for eg...) I owe him a lot.
There are still countless other people I've met throughout my years at high, and I wouldn't be able to talk about every single one of them. But I can still proudly say that I feel special bonds with all those in my Basketball team; that it was my honour in captaining you men. Richard Miao, Albert Wang, David Hu, Wei Zhuang etc.... And to the other people that have made my life at High enjoyable, so kudos to Ian Tran, Milton Wong and Terry Ly. Each and everyone of you I feel a special attachment to; and I just want to let you guys know that I appreciate it all. Thankyou.
The Subjects...Year 7
Maths, Science, English, Latin,French,Greek,German,VA,DT,Music
Year 8
Picked Chinese, dropped German and Latin and Greek.
Year 9
Picked Commerce, dropped French, VA, DT, Music
Year 10
Picked Drama
Year 11
Picked Economics, Physics, Chemistry. Dropped Drama.
Year 12
Dropped Economics.
Result? Predicted UAI: 98. I felt I've given my education my best shot; a significant improvement to what I had entered the school with.
Graduation...I'd like to talk about Graduation. But I just can't. It still hasn't sunk in yet, but then again, I've never felt any attachment to the school. Like I've said to all my friends, none to the school, all to my friends.
Here, I'll tell you a story about my last day at High School.
It was end of 5th period, and I had no 6th. So I wanted to go home. I saw Raymond Tran on my way down to the High Store towards Cleveland; took a photo of him before waving him goodbye. I then decided to go to the basketball courts, where moments later Leslie Wong appeared and we had our little chat. For some reason, he was leaving as well, so we decided to leave together. We both looked up at the great hall from where we stood, and lo and behold, we saw David Tran with his signature folder looking at us and asked, "ARE YOU GUYS LEAVING?!"
We laughed at all this, and we were at the Carpark when Raymond caught up with us and said, "Hey, I'm leaving too!" What struck me was that it was like fate had strung us 4 together, the "Original 4" and that we had arrived together at this school, and now we were leaving school together. It was just a joyful moment that can't possibly be described in words; an epic totalness which somehow epitomised our achievements together in High School; how we have grown and the things we have endured and experienced in our years at High. We were all very different to the 'us' who had arrived together in Year 7, but somehow, there was still a bit of that same 'us' I can still see when I look at us 4.
(Thanks to Jaffe who took this photo for me when he walked past. In order from left to right: David TRAN. Raymond TRAN. Cambridge WONG. Leslie WONG.)I want to also thank you to all you blog readers of mine. You all mean something great to me; and this is directed to those of you who tag; and to those of you who I know do not. =P I won't mention your names, you know who you are. ;)
I'm going to be on hiatus now until the HSC is over. I know I can do it. I'll be checking my email twice a week and that will be it since I'm planning on shutting down my computer until HSC is over. I know I can do this.
So good luck to everyone! Minna san, Gambatte!
I'll catch up with you guys once its all over.
And one last thing, if you people want those pictures we took together at the lowers, they're all in my photobucket. Just click September and scroll. I havn't uploaded everything yet, but it should be up for your scabbing.
It makes me really sad, because now that year 12 is over, so is Project 07. The original project I adopted off Jess whose aim was to 'take a photo everyday for each day of Year 12'. Its been really great. Let's all have a blast!
Thnx fr the mmrs...
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/ Wednesday, August 29, 2007
It is a free day today.
Yes, which meant I did absolutely nothing constructive. And that is as it should be.
Woke up at 7 (normal school time) cursed myself then slept again.
Woke up at 8 (normal friday school time) cursed myself then slept again.
Woke up at 9:45 (normal saturday time) cursed my body clock yet again.
And then woke up at 12, when my body got the hint I was trying to be a lazy kent.
And that's so strange, because I woke up at EXACTLY the same time my alarm would've waken me up in those circumstances. But when I don't set my alarm clocks in normal times, I oversleep. It just doesn't make any sense.
But anyway, I started youtubing anime until 2:30, then started to watch all the videos that I've made/taken in the past from the vault and I just felt like crying. Yeah...I mean, when I look back, those times are gone now. While most of them were just nonsensical videos of certain people getting hurt/bullied or some mad scheme of a prank, there were also those videos that I took which while low in action, made up for in pure conversations. What that means is the videos that were taken of the group just chatting normally, not acting like gooks the moment they realise the camera was recording.
I think those conversations are the best because you just end up laughing at the stupidity of it all; and at the realisation that contextually you once thought it made perfect sense. That would probably be my biggest reason for liking to take videos more than pictures.
Pictures are so fake; they don't embody anything unless it was taken without the subject's consent. When you 'take' a photo, everybody is smiling and looking at the camera; maybe with their fingers bent into a V or with their middle finger up. And when you look at it, you don't feel anything.
A video is different. Aside from adding a new dimension in movement, it also captures personality. And whether you cringe when you look at what you did in those videos, you acknowledge that that was what you once were like. From those feelings reminiscence is induced.
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Did you know that X'mas casual job applications are closing soon? So stupid....they close so godamn early. I just filled in an application for David Jones and I'll probably do the same thing for Myer and Toys R Us after English tomorrow.
I hate it whenever they tell me to submit my resume and I keep forgetting where I put that file. I always have to end up typing another one only to lose it again the next time I need it.
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Eclipse yesterday was okay. I saw it when I took out the garbage. Thought it was pretty awesome so I took the laptop and camped on the roof looking at it. The weather was perfect yesterday night as well, only 19 degrees, so it wasn't cold or anything.
Lol, but it wasn't fantastic or anything, because of some shitty clouds obscuring the bottom half of it. What annoys me most though is that I forgot to take my camera up there with me.
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/ Monday, July 23, 2007
OMG!~!
WHO DAT?!
XD
Geoffwiieee!! SO Kewuttee!!! Guess what I found in my Year 8 photo drive?!!
HARHARHARHAR
(ooh...gotz one of me and mt in year 8 as well!! ooh la la!)
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On other news:
MORNING DETENTION TOMORROW COZ I JIGGED SPORT TO GO SHOPPING WITH MARTIN FOR SPECIAL J's present!
He owes me big now =D (hope he fails umat XD...lol, now that's slack)
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other other news:
Jamie Tao is a fag. I will not post why, and nor should you ask.
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other other other news:
I LOuURUUUUUVE MY NEW CANON TX1 CAMERA!!
IT IS LYK...THE BEST SHIT IN THE WORLD!!
I LUUUUUUUUVVVVV EVERYONE WHO CHIPPED IN!! Its...lyk...a camera/camcorder hybrid! *cries..*
it really is that beautiful...
(i like the card too...a month late, but still, you guys gave it to me. =D
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Moussa got owned today by walles in ext english.
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final news:
Umat is on wednesday. I'm averaging top 80 percentile in every single fking medentry paper i do. ON a good day I get 91th percentile. THIS IS GAY!
I will save my umat rant for a later day.
now...if i could find out where glebe is...
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~ Videos of past and today's doings / Thursday, July 12, 2007
Just finished working the 7 hr ordeal I put myself through...continuous 7 hrs..skipped breakfast and lunch...wow...I'm so nerdy.
That brings my total to 8/8 days that I pulled a study marathon. Good-o. Tmr's my BaCC interview, so don't need to study at all! YAY!!
And Matty from UK is in Sydney! Will see if he can have lunch with me tmr...then depending on my parent's moods today, I might be allowed to watch movie...might...
Anyway...about the whole reflection thingo...
yerh...
I'll post a video. One where I'm taller than BOTH Joshua and Raymond Tran. Aiyah~
Lol....our attempt at pulling a matrix.
Centrepoint tower anyone? For some sort've excursion...This has to be in year 9!! Was it Geo? Hm...
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MEMORIES! / Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Oh yeah....I was supposed to write a post regarding my birthday but I wanted to do a video blog for that one...so I'll leave that. BUT!! Reading Mt's blog about remembering high school, I thought I might as well join in...Though I'm quite sure my experiences were quite different from his. I think a series of photos would provide an insight to what I felt my junior years were like.
Here we have Exhibit A: Standing in a very unfob pose is myself, clad in a wannabe gangster pose. Next to Dweeb No 1 (me!), we have a stylish year 10 version of Milton, resplendid in his awesome turtleneck clothes which I believe is a fashion style he upholds to the present day. The glasses were a nice touch. And on the far right, we have Geoffrey Zhang, whose handsomely chiseled face finely reveals the deep charismatic personality within. Of course, he's slightly lacking in style (lol, as opposed to me n mt having retarded ones) in this context, but compare this to him today! Wow!! Too bad ladies, he's already taken now! Two years slow!
Here we arrive at Exhibit B: I call this piece, "Bus line". On the right, if you ignore Li's protruding face into this frame, we have Cam whose still developing his hairstyle. Perhaps refining would be a better term. (So badly should have grown the sides...T_T) In this photo, please note the minor height difference between me and Geoff. This clearly remarks on times long gone, and I thought I'd post this photo to save me some face rather than posting the one where I was taller than Geoff. Oops, did I forget to speak in the third person? Or was I supposed to speak in the1st person...@_@. Frack that~
Hey! And we finally arrive at Exhibit C, titled, "Cam+Ray". Here is a piece of the pie which demonstrates the wholesome nature of our 6 year friendship. Note his youthful face (and is that my watch he's wearing?) and his clearly modest nature as he attempts to shift the focus onto Siyang (the blur on the right).
Yes, and that brings an end to today's reminiscence. If I still feel in the mood to post any more photos from the vault of high school memories, then I guess I will do so. XD
I was going to appeal to the general audience by posting a picture of me and Ian as well, but sadly, his ignorance to the appeal of photos have paid the price because I only have 2,3 photos of me and him in our junior years. And to make things worse, they were stupid photos of a whole pack of people on the canteen floor picking up $2 coins while he stood around holding a metal ruler inflicting pain on others. OMG! THE MEMORIES! RIGHT IAN?! XD
(just noticed, I have a different hairstle in all 3 photos! Wow~)
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