An old class photo with me in it had surfaced in none other than in FB! OMG! I just can't believe that this happened! The guy who did must have had too much time on his hands, so willingly sacrificing his football time or formula1 time to go through his treasures from yesteryear.
I wondered how long he took to rummage through his things and possession to re-take these photos. Yes, he put up quite a number of his old class photos. (Un?)Luckily, I was only classmates with him for a year, during my twelve year in the world, the sixth year of national educational system. The quality of those pictures were not that bad, hence making me suspect that he re-took those photos with digital camera, instead of scanning them. Then again, maybe he had always had them nicely placed in a designated photo album, which would explain how willingly he did this.
My copy of that photo is probably somewhere around the house. Never once took to looking for it or other old class photos. I have the time but not the interest to dig out and spread my goody-two-shoes face to the world. Maybe I should thank that guy for doing it for all of us, saving us the time and giving something to reflect upon, today and the few days to come. Perhaps, I can add more to his collections! Hah!
I'm sure that I'm not the only one shocked with his actions but laughing at photos. Those who shared the same secondary school class with him, must have better laughs, as more photos during their time then were posted. Everyone look so innocent and young and freshed-faced and so-so small. So untainted. So disciplined, really, standing tidily in rows, eye squinting from the sunlight, effectively disabling our ability flash cute smiles. So full of potential, waiting to be discovered.
Seeing yourself so young, evoked a mix feeling in me. Probably, if you had the chance to speak to me then or know me, I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't think that this girl would one day resort to blogging to stay sane and occupied, while looking for another job, after quiting her last job. Yes, I but was probably expected to excel and do well, what ever that meant. I was a good student, if not one of those excellent ones. I deeply wonder now when and why did I start to slip and tumble.
Class photos. I missed those yearly events. The good old days. The tall ones behind, the not-so-tall ones, in front. The cutes one get to sit. No funny faces, no V signs, no horns at the back of the heads. We just stood there and looked at the camera and tried our best to have a decent expression. Funnily, I used to dread those moments as never did like my photos to be taken. I'm happy now that our school had those sessions.
I'm grateful he did what he did, with his free time, after the initial shock has subsided. A lesson to remember now, if ever I become a class teacher, is to smile as sweet as I can to the camera during class photo sessions. Scandalous, but nevertheless, a warm thank you very so much from me.
I wondered how long he took to rummage through his things and possession to re-take these photos. Yes, he put up quite a number of his old class photos. (Un?)Luckily, I was only classmates with him for a year, during my twelve year in the world, the sixth year of national educational system. The quality of those pictures were not that bad, hence making me suspect that he re-took those photos with digital camera, instead of scanning them. Then again, maybe he had always had them nicely placed in a designated photo album, which would explain how willingly he did this.
My copy of that photo is probably somewhere around the house. Never once took to looking for it or other old class photos. I have the time but not the interest to dig out and spread my goody-two-shoes face to the world. Maybe I should thank that guy for doing it for all of us, saving us the time and giving something to reflect upon, today and the few days to come. Perhaps, I can add more to his collections! Hah!
I'm sure that I'm not the only one shocked with his actions but laughing at photos. Those who shared the same secondary school class with him, must have better laughs, as more photos during their time then were posted. Everyone look so innocent and young and freshed-faced and so-so small. So untainted. So disciplined, really, standing tidily in rows, eye squinting from the sunlight, effectively disabling our ability flash cute smiles. So full of potential, waiting to be discovered.
Seeing yourself so young, evoked a mix feeling in me. Probably, if you had the chance to speak to me then or know me, I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't think that this girl would one day resort to blogging to stay sane and occupied, while looking for another job, after quiting her last job. Yes, I but was probably expected to excel and do well, what ever that meant. I was a good student, if not one of those excellent ones. I deeply wonder now when and why did I start to slip and tumble.
Class photos. I missed those yearly events. The good old days. The tall ones behind, the not-so-tall ones, in front. The cutes one get to sit. No funny faces, no V signs, no horns at the back of the heads. We just stood there and looked at the camera and tried our best to have a decent expression. Funnily, I used to dread those moments as never did like my photos to be taken. I'm happy now that our school had those sessions.
I'm grateful he did what he did, with his free time, after the initial shock has subsided. A lesson to remember now, if ever I become a class teacher, is to smile as sweet as I can to the camera during class photo sessions. Scandalous, but nevertheless, a warm thank you very so much from me.
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