Friday, May 22, 2009

Overheard Articulation...

Brendon: You think everyone should pay tax for your existence dude.

Me: Don’t put ideas into my head.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Overheard Articulation...

"I wanna be a thousandaire ‘cos it’s a recession!"

THANKS BRENDON!
How's that for props?

Thanks for the Memories…

The first day.


The legendary Biology Field Trip.


The last day.

Two years ago, I was eager (to the point of being impatient) for something new, a new adventure with new people in a new environment.

However, things didn’t go my way and I didn’t get into the college I wanted to. So I hastily applied to a sixth form some of my friends were talking excitedly about. I felt like I was walking blind joining the sixth form, I knew nothing about the school, the first time I saw it was on results day.

Walking in on the first day, I felt disorientated and nervous, cautious of what I said and how I portrayed myself, eager to please and to fit in. I was pretty clueless as to what the next two years had in store for me.

Full of ups and downs, the last two years have tested me as a person, forced me to wise up. I learnt not to judge a book by its cover, I remember instantly disliking someone on the first day for some reason, but he turned out to be a good friend. I said ‘yes’ instead of saying ‘no’ and suffered because of it. I watched people follow other people while trying to be something they’re not. I laughed and vowed never to be a sheep.

I also met some cool people; however we led polar-opposite lives. The jaw-dropping antics of some of the other students made me realise that is not what I wanted for myself (they are nice people, but the stories I could tell…). I laughed a lot. I mean a lot. To the point of nearly choking to death. Twice. I done some crazy things, sang a lot of songs randomly, done the Cameo Candy dance about a million times, ate hundreds of cookies, something like three tonnes of bread, and spent the GDP of a small country in the sixth form canteen. I even grew a bit.

The experiences I’ve had have made me the eighteen year old you ‘see’ before you. However in leaving, I’ve found myself asking ‘What’s next?’ For the first time in my life, I don’t know for definite what I am doing come September. It’s something that I find daunting. But as one door closes, another will always open.

I just have to find that door.

Good memories are never forgotten...

Friday, May 8, 2009

Overheard Articulation...

"You need to take out Seabiscuit, Black Beauty and all that other horsehair out of your head."

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Film Review: Wolverine


I had been waiting for this film since X-Men 2 came out (that’s when the rumours started about this film), so you can imagine my excitement when it finally came out.

Well… it wasn’t overly terrible but it certainly does not deserve any accolades. Hugh Jackman spends a lot of the film screaming (must have been a strech on the vocal cords), reminding me of that awful film Push. There are also some terrible clich├ęd moments that had me thinking “Really?” For example (I’m not going to delve too deep into the story), there’s one bit where a helicopter explodes behind Wolverine and he walks, in slow-mo, away from the flames.

And halfway through the film you realise, “What was the point of all these other characters?” They feel like extras, in the film for the sake of it. I guess the film’s saving grace is Hugh himself, I think he’s believable as Wolverine. I read while training for the film he was benching around 140kg, I’m just off half of that, he’s inspired me go drag myself into the gym so I can look a bit like a brute. Just a bit.
Image accquired from here.