Showing posts with label Melbourne High School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Melbourne High School. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Occupy Your Face!

Sorry for taking so long constructing this post. I was busy trying to study for exams.

Which is massively ironic, in light of everything that I'm going to discuss.

Anyway. Let's do a fun little exercise that The Age did. It's called 'stereotyping'.

People love it. Makes things a lot easier, when you can categorise people based on race.

Disregarding the fact that *shockhorror* not every person in each race is the same as each other, let's do a bit of stereotyping and generalisation.

White people love footy and beer, and not going to uni is ok. In fact, it might even be encouraged.

Asian people, not so much. There's a pressure to actually go to uni and complete your degree.

For white people, not having a high paying job or a successful career is ok.

For Asians, not so much.

Let me reiterate, I know that this isn't the case for every single person in every single race. But let's just play The Age at their own game. 

So if we go with the assumption that people can be stereotyped as above, then why would it be surprising that Asians 'dominate' selective-entry schools? If Asians, as The Age so eloquently state, have pressure from their parents to achieve at school, while white people don't, then why would it be absurd that there are more Asians at an elite school?

What worries me more is that the contention is not so much that it's absurd. What worries me is that the contention that The Age is making is that there is something wrong with this. That white people have some divine right to be the dominant race at a selective entry school.

Simply put, nobody was complaining when it was mostly white people at Melbourne High and Mac Rob a few decades ago.

There's no rules forbidding anyone from taking the exam, doing well enough, and getting in. In fact, I would argue that it would, or should, be easier for home-grown Aussies to get in, for reasons that I don't think I need to go into.

Let's just assume that there is something wrong with having too many Asians at selective entry high schools (whatever that even means. I mean, for the purposes of this argument, am I Asian? Certainly genetically. But, for all intents and purposes, I am an Australian.) What is the proposed solution? Prevent Asians from caring about their education and their future, and hence, stop them from studying as hard?

Andrew Bolt, for once, quite nicely summed it up.

There's no distinction for students at those schools. We don't go around not talking to white people because they're white. We just have fewer white friends mostly because it's a cultural thing. We tend to do different things in our spare time. Have different family values. In sum, not so much to talk about. We still have white friends though. Just less of them.

I mean, the whole thing is stupid. Most people never think about these things in terms of race. I, for one, don't look at someone and go, hey, they're white, must act differently towards them.

Anyway, whatever. Work hard, or be born smart and work a little bit, and you'll probably end up at a selective entry school (if you're even aware of their existence - I know most people aren't), regardless of your race.

The topic of working hard to get further in life is a nice segue into my next little topic.

Some of you may have noticed this thing taking place. It's called Occupy Melbourne (or insert any other city in the developed world).

If this were happening in any other city, I could understand.

But this is Melbourne.

The same Melbourne that has a real unemployment rate that economists consider to be zero.

The same Melbourne where you get free education, and get paid by the Government if you're out of work.

The same Melbourne that my father came to, twenty years ago, with no money, no relatives, no friends, and no understanding of the language or culture, and managed to make a living, and eventually afford a house, a car, and schooling for his children.

He's not the only one. Probably 99% of my friends are the children of immigrants. And they're doing alright.

If someone like my father, and countless other immigrants, who have nothing when they come here, can more than make ends meet, I think there's rarely an excuse for people that grow up here not to.

Granted, my dad is a man of incredible drive and dedication. He worked, and still does work, 9, 10, 11 hours a day, often seven days a week. With maybe a 15 minute lunch break. Sometimes with no lunch break.

He is also smart. The work he's doing now is experiencing a shortage of people that will probably not reverse any time soon.

But that didn't happen straight away. He also experienced many setbacks, times when he didn't know whether it would all work out. There were times when he worried whether he'd make enough money to put food on the table for dinner that night.

Just as an aside, I don't think I'm anywhere near as good as he is. For one, I think I'd find it very hard to leave a place that I'd called home for 30-odd years, to go to a place that I knew nothing about, in search of a better future.

While I know that not everyone is as determined, driven, smart, or brave as him, a lot of it is down to hard work. So, I guess, mainly determination.

Yes, I know that some people experience bad luck. I also know that not everyone comes from an ideal background that's conducive to being educated, or getting good jobs.

I know that, because my father came from a similar background. So did my mother.

But, conversely, many people at this Occupy Melbourne thing have a much better foundation than he does. 99% of it comes from the fact that they grew up here. They're native speakers of the language. They were educated until at least Year 10. They have a safety net to fall back on.

Let me make it clear what it was like when my parents came here, just after I was born. They had nobody to rely on. Nothing. If they starved, they starved. The Government offered no assistance. When they arrived, it was during the worst recession since the Great Depression. And they managed to get through all that.

Yes, corporate greed is excessive sometimes. Was, is, probably always will be. It's human nature. Put yourself in their position. Would you take more?

I'm not saying it's right, but what it seems to me is that all these people ranting against 'capitalism' in favour of 'socialism' (as an aside, I doubt many of them know what either of these words actually mean) are only against it not because there's anything intrinsically wrong with capitalism, but because capitalism isn't handing a job to them. Or whatever they want capitalism to hand to them. I'm a little confused about that point, but whatever. Put another way, they'd be perfectly happy if capitalism were to give them a house, a car, and no mortgage to pay.

The most profound moment, for me, in this whole saga, was one of my Facebook 'friends' harping on about how he'd spent the day at the protests.

He'd just come back from a trip around Europe. Last time I checked, airfares alone were around $4000.

How hypocritical is that? There's nothing wrong with going to Europe. Australia's a liberal democracy. Do whatever you want with your money, as long as it's not harming anyone. But please, don't then turn around two weeks after you come back from your sojourn around Europe, and complain about your lack of money/job. Money needs to be saved. Nobody owes you anything. If you decide to spend it on a trip around wherever, don't go and protest about how corporate leaders are taking your money. They're not. You're spending it all away.

I know this doesn't apply to everyone there, but it seems to be a common theme. Not just at these protests, but just around the place. People spending all their money, having good times, getting wasted, whatnot, then complaining that they don't have enough money to do it all again.

It's clear that most people protesting don't see the apparent contradiction in their actions. Otherwise, they wouldn't be protesting. The whole thing is just one, big confused mess. What it seems to me is that people are using this as a way to vent their frustrations. Any frustrations. Not necessarily anything to do with anything.

Again, I acknowledge the fact that there are genuinely unfortunate people out there. They deserve our help. In many cases, we do try to help them. What's distressing, at least in my mind, is when people go and blow probably close to at least $10 000 on a jolly holiday, and then complain about their lack of money.

Of all places, Melbourne is the last place you'd expect something like this to happen. The very fact that you have time and energy to camp in the city for a week, and not starve to death, or have to worry about actually getting that food that you're lacking, is testament to this.

Further, the corporate 'fat cats' didn't just become fat cats overnight. Whether you like to acknowledge it or not, many of them worked hard for it.

Lindsay Fox dropped out of school because he was no good at it. He started driving trucks. He eventually saved up, and bought one. Then several. Eventually, he built a company out of it.

Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Jay-Z, similar stories. Often coming from less-than-ideal backgrounds.

Yes, there is an element of fortune to becoming a bazillionaire. Probably a large part of it.

But do you think they just sat there, and it just happened for them, with no work on their part?

Very rarely do fat cats become fat cats for no reason. While what they get paid, and what they take, seems, and probably is, excessive, it didn't just happen either.

Also, fat cats employ people. Topple big corporations, and you'll lose more jobs.



I'll give you this awesome slogan from the movement.

GREED IS OVER. REAL DEMOCRACY NOW.

What. The. Hell.

The two things aren't mutually exclusive. There are greedy people in democracies. Actually, I would contend that greedy people make up the vast majority of any society, not just democracies.

To summarise, I find it genuinely amazing how people are so self-entitled, and think that they deserve to have money handed out to them, especially in a place like Melbourne, where money is often handed out to them. While I know not everybody there is like that, many of them are.

I think I'll just leave it there. I feel a bout of compulsive head-banging on the table coming on.

Word of the Day: Occupy

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Last day of undergrad (hopefully)

So today, I had what should be my last proper day of undergrad uni.

And what a glorious day it was. So sunny, and full of vibrance and stuff.

I should be going back next year for post grad, but I'd just like to take this moment to reflect, think, ponder, and ruminate, amongst other things, as this kind of feels like the end of uni. We'll see where my fancy takes me.

First and foremost, I've found that uni has been an extremely rewarding and amazing experience. On many levels. I'll get to that in a second.

People often ask me, 'Did you enjoy high school more, or do you like uni more?' And I've always said that they're different. And they are. They both have pros and cons. The first example I can come up with off the top of my head is friendships. At high school, friends just happened. There wasn't really any special effort required. You usually just clicked.

This got a lot harder at uni. Especially with girls. Many of them seem to have a sort of barrier, whether conscious or subconscious, which gives off the vibe that they don't want to talk to you. It's not just girls, but happens more with girls. I guess it's a consequence of growing up into a young adult. Many just think they're too cool for other people.

In conclusion, friends are a lot harder to make at uni. But as a consequence, many of the ones that you do make there are truly fantastic people.

Which brings me nicely to the point that I said I'd discuss - why uni was so amazing.

I made great friends. Truly fantastic human beings. However, as importantly, or perhaps more so, my friendships with a lot of my good friends from high school grew stronger. While these two groups of friends are different, they're both very important to me, and lay deep within my heart. Or something like that.

Awwww.

Anyway. Next point. It's opened my eyes. I've seen a lot of people. Good people. But mostly, I've learned about really weird and downright just nasty, unpleasant people. Unreasonable people. If you've been following this blog over the years, you'll probably have an inkling of what I'm on about here.

The education side of uni was a bit meh. I just find it a little bit ridiculous how units so diverse and different can all follow the same format of a lecture and a tutorial. Sometimes, I don't think that's the best way to teach. I think it's probably the easiest, but easy isn't always good. At least not for the recipients.

I also enjoyed the opportunities to improve myself at Monash. Leaders Program, Ambassadors Program, were great. Met so many good friends through the Ambassador's Program.

Things that I enjoyed the most. Random collection of memories can come at a later date. Right now, you can have a random selection of things that I enjoyed.

I enjoyed having coffee with friends during random breaks. A token uni experience.

Random wanderings with friends.

Bumping into friends, and stopping to chat for 15 minutes, despite already being late for class.

Hanging in the Law Library for the first couple of years.

Sitting on the grass on a sunny day (such as today) with friends. Or even by myself.

Making great friends in the most random of circumstances e.g. Zara and I. Don't know how we became friends. But there you go.

Having a social life. I didn't really have one in high school. Yes, Melbourne High. We kicked out all the white people, and now the entire school lacks a social life. Or something along those lines. Look for a post about that whole kerfuffle soonish.

Three-hour long breaks. Another quintessential uni experience.

Not having to wear school uniform. I miss it occasionally, but then those thoughts get crushed after I remember how bad it was wearing that stupid blazer, or having to carry it in my bag, when it was mildly warm, and I was carrying my sax and clarinet.

I think I'll do things that I found bad in the next one. So, next up will be: bad things, random collection of momentous memories, and The Age Melbourne High School article.

Toodles for now.

Word of the Day: Undergrad





Thursday, 13 May 2010

Interior Inferior

I'm quite tetchy at quite a few people right about now. I don't know why. It may be something to do with people treating me as being inferior, and having no regard for my feelings or emotions.

It's a little bit sad. I never went through a phase of not being part of the 'cool crowd' back at high school. At Vermont, the cool kids in my class were really inclusive and generally nice. At Melbourne High, there were no real 'cool kid' groups. There were just groups, and I was a bit of a floater anyway.

It's kind of like it's catching up with me now. People treating me as if I'm stupid, or blind, or both. I'm not saying I'm a super genius or something. Far from it. I think I'm on the lower end of the smart scale. But this kind of stuff, anybody with half a brain could figure it out.

I'm a little bit scared right now actually. There are a few things I'm scared of currently, but one of the main ones is that I've recently started noticing that I've become desensitised to a lot of things. Like, nothing much in recent memory has hurt me all that much. People treating me like I have the intelligence of a five-year-old? Yeah, whatever. I'll just stop talking to them. People talking to me only when they need me for something? Yeah, that's fine. I'll just do likewise. People being rude to me? I can more than reciprocate that.

I guess it all boils down to your own morals. My mother always says that many things are acceptable if you can get past your own conscience. Most of the time when I think something is morally apprehensible or just plain wrong, it's just that: what I think. So in essence, if I didn't think that something I was going to do was very wrong, most people would be cool with it.

I'm scared because I think I'm starting to operate like that. Tit-for-tat. They treat me like that, I treat them like that back. I didn't used to be like that. I usually treat people a little bit nicer than they treat me. I guess every person has a breaking point. Being nice doesn't pay off 99% of the time, unless it's to people who deserve it, so what's the point? That's the reasoning anyway.

So right now, I'm ignoring my instincts about what's wrong and right, and just responding to how people treat me. Which I think is dangerous, because I think I'll be a worser person for it. Again, I think it's just my own perception. Other people probably wouldn't notice. I hope this phase passes quickly. It makes me quite bitter.

Word of the day: Stupid

Saturday, 3 April 2010

A bit of quoteage

Monday seriously cannot come quick enough.

I've been meaning to study, and work, and stuff, but it just hasn't been happening. Bad study habits, developed as a result for being a semi-genius in primary school and early secondary school. Or I like to think that. It's a better than just admitting that I just have issues getting started on work, and I procrastinate far too much. Like, I look for novel ways to procrastinate. Blogging, for instance. And that's unintentional procrastination. It begs the question: how often do I procrastinate intentionally.

But things should start getting good from Monday, starting with dinner at Linda Gao's, where I'll be acting as the resident taxi driver/chef/waiter. According to Meng, acting in the capacity of a taxi driver automatically makes my name Sanjay. Every time I hear that name, I think of the chubby Indian kid in the year below us at Melbourne High, who I saw at Sofia's once.

Anyway, an update on the Ultimate Man project. A description of the Ultimate Man project can be found here.

I'm making more money than I ever have. My friends are mostly cool with me. I'm getting along fine and dandy with my family. I've discarded people in my life who have been detrimental to me. I have a car. I'm tanker than I have been in living memory. I got into the interview stage of KPMG, who incidentally still haven't contacted me yet. So the only things that are missing from this picture, at this point in time, is a girl, and getting tanker. Weird how the first is probably the most important, and hardest to attain, section of the project, and the latter takes consistent, frequent dedication and time commitment. As someone once said:

Nothing worth having comes easy.


It's great. It's almost on par with this quote, which is also very relevant:

It's weird that whatever else is on your mind, whether it's the downfall of global economics or terrible environmental troubles, the thing that always gets you most is when you fancy someone.


Thank-you, Chris Martin. I love that quote. I think I actually came up with it before hearing about it, but he's more famous, so he gets it out there first. Damn thief.

So I'm still working on the project. Fun times in prospect.

Word of the Day: Project

Sunday, 16 August 2009

Reminiscing bout the good days

Last night, I just randomly started getting all nostalgic and mopey. You see, I was thinking back to the Melbourne High days.

Yeah, it's taken me more than a year-and-a-half to realise how much I miss it. Things were so simple back then.

The sunny lunchtimes playing football with the lads. Actually, it's weird how in my mind I always remember it being sunny there. Probably some symbolism there.

Fooling around with my friends.

Mucking around just for the sheer joy of it. Don't do that very much anymore.

Catching the train with friends. Damn it, that was one of the best parts of the day actually.

No girls to get infatuated with.

No dodgy assignments where I didn't know where to start.

People that actually said "Hi," and "Bye" and acknowledged your existence.

Far less awkwardness. Everyone was realer back then. Truth hurts, but lies hurt more.

I didn't feel out of place acting like a tool towards the people that I had a dislike for.

The random things that would happen that would make everybody crack up.

It's really, really sad how one can get so attached to this school. Bordering on tragic actually.

Word of the Day: Melbourne High School

Monday, 10 December 2007

Andrew on Speech Night, Valedictory Dinner, Post-Exam Boredom and Much Ado About Nothing

And so it was, with much eager anticipation, that I put down my pen at the conclusion of the Business Management exam. However, the expected euphoria didn't really happen. It was kind of a feeling of relief more than anything. But I won't go into all that. I think I went through that in my last post. I think I shall do my second SumCap in a year. But this time, of post-school, instead of in school. Enjoy.



The Saturday after exams (17th of November): Glorious vacuum cleaning, then coffee at Knox City with family. Was quite relaxing. Went shopping for a bit. Didn't buy anything. Found out that the new catchphrase from my mum was "Buy it in Hong Kong, it's cheaper."

18th of November: Went out to Gardenworld. Bought a good ol' venus flytrap - for flytrapping.

19th - 22nd of November: Mostly boredom, interspersed with going out, Maple Story and FIFA08. What an exciting life.

23rd of November: Our triumphant return to The Castle on the Hill for Speech Night rehearsals. Well, for some of us. Those that turned up. And didn't sing their throats raw by the end. Went out to play pool. Won 1/5, in a team battle. I swear that Javi guy used aim hax against Orrin and I.

24th - 28th of November: Can't remember much happening. Might have gone out a few times, bummed around a bit. Folded some stars and half-made a jar. Looks something like this:



It probably shall be given to one who is deserving of such a mighty gift.

29th of November: Speech Day was pretty unamusing, in that I came in school uniform because that's what it said on the sheet. Along with five other people. So some idiot behind me (Shivesh I think, who is incidentally Rudra's friend) thought that this was a valid enough reason to grope my behind. Go figure. So I gave him the evil eye and made it clear to him that I didn't share his sparkling sense of humour/pastime/things that give me kicks. So he stopped. Singing was pretty atrocious. After that unsavoury incident, I travelled to Nando's MC with Meng the Taikonaut and Orrin. After being promised that "Nando's is really good" by (fill in the blanks) M_ _ g, we found out that it wasn't so good after all. We also found that Orrin is a chicken eating machine. Had to go home early to meet immigration lawyer. No, I'm not getting deported.

Speech Night was a blast. Sort of. Watched it with my homies for the first time since Year 9. So yeah. Patrick Low was a highlight. If John So were dead, I would swear that Patrick Low is him reincarnated. We sang so much better than at rehearsals. Year 12 song (No Such Thing - John Mayer) was a marked improvement. I still maintain that Nessun Dorma should have been the final song. Finlandia really doesn't make sense as a last song. Hardly anyone knew the lyrics, and its not very moving. And it doesn't help that we're not Finlandish. It was good all in all though. I think my family liked it.

30th November - 3rd December: Started and half finished my massive painting project.

Night of the 3rd of December: Valedictory Dinner at Caulfield Racecourse. Basically, dinner with friends, celebrating our past misdemeanours, successes and failures of our times at this fine school. Of friends made, and of good times spent. Pretty good food as well. Some people find it funny that we did it in school uniform. I say that it's a great idea. Obviously DLC disagrees with me, coming in casual the way he did. Although it was amusing watching Andy Van rapping, and finding out that Ludo has a sense of humour, there was still a sense of sadness that pervaded the occasion. A night to remember. For photos (more will be added later after I get them off people), have a look at my flickr page here.

4th of December: I awoke early, even with my hangover from excessive Coke consumption, to lead my sister to Mac.Robertson Girls' High School for her orientation day. I think I'll just stick with Macrob. Anyway, it was quite uneventful. Got to Flinders, followed Macrobians, and arrived at the school that looks like a...yeah, I won't say. I like life too much to throw it away like that. So met up with Orrin, went pooling, bowling, eating, and "shopping" (i.e. not buying anything at all - Smiggle rubber doesn't count). Then I met my sister back and Flinders and went home. And the ungrateful swine still reckons she doesn't know the way there.

5th - 6th of December: Continued and concluded paint project. The reason for the delay was the exhaustion of paint supply and different coloured paint being bought. It now looks something like this:



And my clothing afterwards:


7th - 8th of December: Very, very late sleepover 17th birthday party at Orrin's. Meng and Dom came along for the ride. So we went soccer, N64, soccer, N64 and table tennis. Was quite amusing. Gave Orrin a Torres jersey, seeing as it's his favourite person in the world. See below:

Quote of that day: "How big's your stick?" - Meng (not taken out of context at all).

Other projects undertaken between then and now: Cleaning of my room. Successful, as you can see from the picture below:



Cleaning out VCE stuff: still happening.

Buying Christmas stuff and just general stuff for relatives.

Receiving Christmas gifts: current tally is 1 Country Road bag, 1 Parker pen, 1 CK In 2 U perfume, and 1 Lego Batmobile. I didn't ask for any of these fantastic gifts.

Also found out my dog likes buckets:


Miscellaneous picture:


Today: Purchased Mr. Happy t-shirt (at long, long last, found one that wasn't overpriced and looked awesome, shall show you all in a later post), purchased a Nintendo DS (the phully cools) and some other stuff which i can't remember). So after waiting around the house for hours (well, if you count going out as waiting around the house for hours) for the "goods" for the DS to arrive literally on my doorstep, delivered by a person, I found them in my letterbox, where they had probably been for hours. XD.


I probably won't blog again until after I arrive in China (leaving on the night of the 14th (tomorrow now), arriving on 15th), when you can all follow my Asian adventures, full of photos and wordsmithing. If anyone needs anything from China, drop us a line here, on Facebook, or email me, and I'll see what I can do. See you when I'm in China.

Saturday, 27 October 2007

Memories of joy, pain, and bad jokes

Time stops for no man. Or woman. Fate, it seems, has caught up with us. The day that seemed so far away in year 9, or even at the start of this year, 2007, has finally caught up with all of us. Thursday was our last day of high school. Ever. The last time we would ever be dismissed by our teachers. The last time that teachers would glare at me reproachfully. The last time 'SAC' and 'fail' will ever be used in the same sentence. The last time that I'll have so many friends around me again. The almost-last time that we wait for the 3:20 bell with bated breath. I'm gonna miss all those things. Even the 'SAC' and 'fail' in the same sentence.

When Marc (I think) played Go the Distance (that Hercules song we sang in Year 10) on the piano, I almost cried. Almost. Music speaks to the soul, man, and right then, my soul was in torment. On the one hand, I couldn't wait to get out of there, the scene of my every failure. On the other hand, I couldn't bear to leave the place where I had actually felt that I belonged for the first time in my life. I think this calls for a summary of my years at the Castle on the Hill, Melbourne High School.

Year 9:
Man, I was the biggest dweeb back then. I was so lost. I had no clue where to go, what to think, what to do, who to talk to. But I got by. Somehow. I think I knew how to spell everything except "funny" and "cool". Not that I'm either of them at the present moment. But far out. I've improved, I think. So anyway, people that I met:
  • First person, Steven Tu. Great mate, still is.
  • James Cheng, ditto.
  • Orrin, the guy who looks like a serial killer, but really, he couldn't even be a cereal killer. Torres is the worst, by the way.
  • Kishara, taught me that bendiness in fingers is pretty disgusting. I won't even try his last name.
  • Ben Niles, thought he was African, I mean, come on, he's that black, and his name isn't exactly unAfrican.
  • Jinn Kan, didn't understand why he has so many Ns, and I still don't. Thought he was a gangsta, until he talked. Please don't kill me.
  • Pramuk, resident black guy who's not Ben Niles. Great kid.
  • Ivor, the empitome of violence. Not really. Just seems that way cos he's unco and left-handed.
  • Gary Zhang, super-dux.
  • Flanno. I never knew someone could be so dedicated to a cause.
Those are the people from 9J (I hope and think that's all). Now to miscellaneous:
  • James "Purple Dinosaur" Banh, train line buddies since year 9, even though I've only been in one of his classes ever.
  • Nigel (I think), another train buddy of Asian descent.
  • James Brown. I like his name.
  • Chiu twins. No comment.
Likewise, I hope I didn't miss anyone.

Some highlights of the year:
  • Camp. Was freaking stupid. Almost froze to death. Loved every moment.
  • The trip to Sydney. Highly entertaining meeting and talking to Sydney people.
  • That is all I can remember.
Lowlights:
  • Losing the Cockhouse. This would be the last time.
  • The lonely hours.
  • Lack of iPod. I don't know how I managed.
All in all, a bland and getting-to-know you year.

Year 10:
10J was the form, O'Reilly was the teacher. Worst. Teacher. Ever. Ms "fix up your handwriting when mine's the worst handwriting ever." Also gave me my first and last detention at MHS. That aside, this is where it really took off. I met so many new people that I won't even bother dot pointing them. I know I'll miss someone, so if I do, just give me a shout and I'll try to rectify the situation. So I met: Alexei, David Lee, Garyn T, Il Joong, Jimmy Luu, Simon, Kong, Ron Shell (best day of my life according to said person). That is all I can remember. So maybe it didn't take off after all.

Highlights:
  • Actually winning the Cockhouse.
  • Finding Tattam Band.
  • Red Cross thing.
Lowlights:
  • Spraining ankle first night at camp. Fantastic.
  • Community service and work experience. Man, that was...Tedious. I'll just say tedious, because me, being the noble person that I am, decided to do 22 hours of ComServe instead of the 20.
  • Losing chorals again.
  • Detention, which wasn't all that bad. It was more the reason that I got it. On hindsight, it was stupid. Playing calculator games. Me is cool.
  • Social. I thought it would be awesome. Turned out it wasn't really my type of thing.
  • My memory is really faulty. I can't remember anything else, even though I know I should.
Year 11:
Seriously, this is where it really took off. This was probably the worst year, academically and pyschologically. I never felt comfortable. The whole year was like sitting on a hedgehog with blunt spikes. People that I met: Jack Liang (even though he doesn't do me the courtesy of acknowledging it on his blog - the hate is felt mutually), Simond (lol blogger says that's a typo), Meng (funny guy), Botros (crazy laugh), Victor Chiu, Ken, FinnDo, Josh (I think). That is all I remember. Again, if you're not listed, I either intensely dislike you, or I've forgotten and I really love you. You pick. If it's the latter, I apologise and will try to fix it up.

Highlights:
  • Cultural involvement was actually quite fun, especially the rugby bit.
  • WORLD CUP!!! That was the best ride of my life, especially following the Australian adventure. That Grosso dive almost made me cry. It still does.
  • Man, this is horrible, I can't remember any happy thoughts. Oh wait. One not exactly happy, but not depressing thought. We didn't come last in chorals.
Lowlights:
  • Coping, or not, with Year 11.
  • Australia and the World Cup exit.
  • Having Pask as form teacher. Scared every moment of form.
  • Finding out that not all Sydney people were as nice as my host family back in Year 9. In fact, far from it.
I think the less we say about this year, the better.

Year 12
Simultaneously the worst and best year ever. God, I had massive amounts of fun and work as well. People that I met include our resident man for all seasons, Isaac, Victor Yiu (someone who actually said football instead of soccer), Brendan Hong (possible co-dux), Chantapon (kept me entertained during methods), reaffirmed acquaintance with Eugene, Ognalla (this year or last? I forget), Michael Tran, Denny, Anh (funny girl), Loke (fob Australian), and that is all I can remember.

Highlights:
  • Winning chorals. I was instrumental (geddit) in our second placing in instrumentals. But, man, winning chorals. That sparked celebrations bigger than winning the world cup. I remember bouncing up and down in a massive crowd. That is all. And don't listen to all the other houses complaining how we shouldn't have won. See below, and bask in our obvious superiority:


A tool of a conductor. Compare to Yarra:



It seems lacking in vibrancy and delicacy, no? All power and no touch. Which reaffirms my belief that we deserved to win.
  • Winning the Cockhouse for the third year running. Becoming a bit easy now.
  • The Formal. That's right. With a capital F. First time that I had ever worn a suit. Thanks again to Anh for being a great date, and to all my friends who made it special.
  • Picked up a habit of playing lunchtime soccer. It was great.
  • The release of Harry Potter, although the actual book should go in lowlights.
  • Oh mah gawd, like, man, you've got some Up-dog on your shirt. Best bad joke all year.
  • Kelvin actually checking the back of his bag for Up-dog.
  • Andrew Bolt wrote A Man for All Seasons, according to a person who's name starts with I and ends in C and has the letters 'saa' in the middle. No wonder the books so opinionated and conservative.
Lowlights:
  • Harry Potter and the horrible plot. Disappointed.
  • Work. And more work.
  • Getting into fights and arguments.
  • Post-formal depression.
  • Generally feeling blue randomly.

A great four years at Melbourne High. I think I'm gonna start truly missing it after exams. Friendships, anti-friendships, it's been great. Be comfortable in the knowledge that if you are mentioned here, you're a great person. I generally don't hang out with bad people. I don't think I do anyway. I learned one very important thing among others. Don't go chasing respect or care from others that won't give it to you. It'll only hurt you. I hope I have made a good difference to the lives of the people that I have met these past four years, and hope you all get the 99+ ENTER you deserve. Until next time, peace out.

Thursday, 25 October 2007

Milk Run

The annual highlight on the Melbourne High calendar. Not exams. Not any of the sporting carnivals. No. That would be too sane. Ladies, gentlemen and others, welcome to Milk Run 07. The rules of the game: Drink a litre of milk, supplement with lemon juice every lap the contestant runs, and hurl. No one really knows how you win.Whether it's the person who doesn't puke, or the person who pukes the most, or the person who pukes the most flamboyantly, or whether it's the person who runs the most laps. All I know is (within my knowledge) we are the only school to do it. At least annually. Who would do it, you ask? Well surprisingly, they only wanted 40 competitors and they got 50-odd. Amazing the lengths that people will go to to humiliate themselves.

It was disgusting, filthy, rank and stunk like hell (man, if I could have recorded smell, you'd probably be dead after watching the vids). So what did I do? Record it of course. It's oddly entertaining in a sickening way. Now, on to the complication. I had to load the vids in parts cause Blogger won't let me do otherwise. Also, if you want to skip the entertaining, but slightly tedious commentary, skip the first ten minutes. Without further ado, enjoy.







Monday, 22 October 2007

Let the Mucking Up begin

And so it begins. The last week of high school ever. I regret not taking part in the water fight, owing to my lack of spare clothes bringing. However, I did get this video, which I hope you can all see and/or hear clearly:



It looked like major ownage when I was there live anyway. The poor quality was due to my lack of foresight of bringing my videocam.

I will be filming the annual milk run (tomorrow, I think), in better resolution, of course. And I will post it. Might be a bit disgusting though, so much so that you might wish that I had never filmed or posted it.

Photos/videos of people in superhero costumes will also appear here shortly.

Now is not a time for reflection. That shall be on Thursday night. Stay tuned for more, and enjoy the last week of school.

Saturday, 28 July 2007

Le Formale 2007

Great formal. Well, I think it was. I really haven't been to any others. Hence, my claim that it is, in fact, the "Best formal that I have ever been to in my life. Ever."

First up, I'd like to thank Will's mum (Ha. Ha. Ha.) Seriously though, thanks to Anh for coming to the formal with me. Looked awesome and matched my suit. And fun to be with. I'm pretty sure I was undeserving of such a great date.

WTH at house captains. I really don't enjoy seeing guys dance on stage naked. It was funny at the time though. But then you look at the photos. Enough said.

Everyone looked phully sick. Pretty hard not to when you're wearing a suit. By the way, formal photos are at http://www.flickr.com/photos/ihuang/.

Thanks friends, for a great night.