neither black, nor white. just grey.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

i was just flipping through old pictures.

secondary school days.
j1, j2.

i realised, how much everyone changed.
how much everyone grew.

esp, SOMEONE (whose name i shant mention for fear of him dismembering my fingers.)
with his centre parted hair, blue plastic glasses and tiny outdoor bag.
heheheheheh.

how our ponytails used to be short. (with a whole lot of pins)

our weird dress sense.
yes, those amazingly motherfuckenugly jnco jeans.
37degress, OP tshirts.
tiny project shop haversacks.
oh yes, how not to forget the roxy/ripcurl boardshorts phase.

i remember us perpetually getting caught for:
trackshoes of the wrong colour.
ankle socks.
untucked shirts.
coloured hair.
bringing digicams to sch. (wtf?!)
coloured laces.
late late late.
skipping lectures.
uncompleted tutorials.
spending too much time in the sickbay.
untied hair.
talk talk talk.
sleeping.
too-short skirts.

lit teacher: why are u wearing ankle socks SOPHIA?
me: erm.. no, theyre normal socks. just that they rolled down. (frantically trying to pull up ankle socks)
lit teacher: why my my, I DON'T SEE YOUR PANTIES EVER ROLLING DOWN JUST LIKE YOUR SOCKS EH?!

so yes, im going to be 20 soon. too soon for comfort.