| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Tuesday, October 19, 2004, 11:46:00 PM | permalink |
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I was looking through my school yearbooks recently, one was from 1998, the other 2000. I was Sec 1 & Sec 3 respectively during those years. In the Sec 1 formal class photo, I had this head tilted at 45º angle thing going on (too much Boy's Brigade drills), a cheeky chesire cat smile, lips closed, no teeth.
I thought about that carefree 1st year in PHS. It was as if I was in my 7th primary school year. Same child-like preoccupations, same misogynist attitude towards the fairer sex. ("GIRLS! YUCKS!") Yup, School was easy, life was simple, it's all good. I looked crestfallen in the Sec 3 shot. Looking back at me from the black & white picture is this guy without a smile, lips slightly bent downwards. My eyes were obscured by the reflection by my glasses when the camera flashed. Additional depth to the "emo" look. Why the change? Maybe its the problems I faced at the time, real & imaginary. I guess I couldn't manage to connect with my classmates of Sec 3 & 4 beyond a superficial level. Our form teacher in Sec 3 had a hard time handling us guys.. maybe that's partly why she quit & migrated when the school year ended. Linkin Park (What.. I listened to them when they were underground ok..) was great fuel for apathy. The "us vs. them" mentality I had didn't help to make things easier either. Of course, it could just be that I was feeling groggy at the time. Ugh. WTF.. School in the morning without my cuppa' caffeine is the sucks man. Close the book & put the past away! I guess I'll never know. |
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