Photo Whoring! Can You Say Photo Whore?

Being a PSL, Chairperson of My CCA, One of the 'popular' crowd (as my form teacher claims).
You would have thought that come time select representatives to form
part of the Singaporean delegate of the International Water Forum,
you would have thought that I would be the natural choice.

In fact, I was.

But my form teacher objected so greatly to my participation that
even after having been democratically chosen go for the forum,
she still had to call a referendum in an attempt to bar me from going.


Of course, almost everyone voted in my favor.
You don't think I kiss ass to you people for nothing eh?
It's all careful planning, so that I will have the people
behind me, the next time I go up against any form of authority
figure in the school.

Well, after the forum I had promised detailed accounts of the events
that transpired there, like all articles I promised to write, I never did
put pen to paper.
Brief accounts can be found
here and here.

Now, that I've gotten the photos of the 2 day forum,
courtesy of Joachim 'Teddy' Lim, the guy with the huge camera,
I'm ready to do and all out full blown photo whore of the event, that happened 3
months and 3 days before (April 4th).

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The most damning evidence that I was there.
My head is just below the letter 'g' in Guest-of-honor.
See that little flash of green?





The first day almost entirely consisted of listening to lectures,
by people who help 'save' the environment.
On the left is the aussie speaker who was talking about water conservation
efforts in Australia, on the right is one of the co-ordinators of the event.




Seen here, is the ever spectacular me. Well, you get a shot of my
school uniform, my tie covering my crotch, a shot of my wonderfully *ahem*
muscled shoulders and part of my head.




I don't ever remember smiling during the lectures, nor having my
hair styled so obscenely. Joach! Hand shake on purpose right?
Well, you get to see the my classmates though. Although, Joach
was hiding behind that damn camera, making me look bad!
A plague!
A plague on you!



Great Scott, ACJC pupils have insane note taking abilities.
While half the room was sleeping, this ACJC girl, had the
cheek to make notes, complete with illustrations,
stylized hand writing, mind maps and what not.
She pretty much pwned anyone else
in the room, due to the fact that she was the only one not sleeping
or talking among themselves, (yes, I know, how rude!) heh...
For a moment there, I though I was in love and seriously considered
proposing to her. Sadly, now she's gone, gone with the wind. Sigh..
The chances that you don't take...



That's me half falling asleep, during one of the many lectures.
I've lost my friend, clearasil. Have you heard of him?
I'd like him back, please thank you.
Now don't laugh, you'd be spurting pimples and falling asleep
if you've had lectures in a stuffy conference room from 11am to 6pm non-stop!



Now, this is a very special lady.
One of the many other ladies I'd met that I consider proposing to,
not because of the fact that she's smart, rich, is some sort of principal in
Ngee Ann Poly. But because she was the only one who's lecture didn't lull me to sleep(that and she's too old). What was her secret!?



Singing! You can see her singing her lungs out in this picture.
Actually everytime she came up to address the crowd, there'd be singing.
God, I love her. Nevermind the fact that we were singing old country songs
that no one listens to, like 'country road' and some obscure aussie country singer.
She had lyrics and we were bored! Me and Joach were one the first to join her,
screaming our heads off to the lyrics and even adding our own to 'liven' things up.
We were like a bunch of bloody drunk men, singing rapturously at the top of
our voices, rousing the bored masses
"Country Rooooooaaad... Take me hoooooommmmeeeee
*Backing Vocals* TAKE ME HOME!
To the placeeeeeeee
*Backing Vocals* TO THE PLACE!
Where Ai Be-loooooooooooong
*Backing Vocals* WHERE I BELONG!
etc..."
Heh.. Good god, that was freaking wild!
Hahaha... Between the Chairperson of The Harmonica Band,
and the Head of the Military Band, I think our off-pitched
singing coupled with backing vocals (we alternated between lead singer and backing screamer)-more like chanting, use your imagination-
I think we were pretty damn good. Soon enough we had almost the entire room
singing along with us, me, Joach, and that Ngee Ann Lady.
Singing during a lecture, at a stuffy conference room filled with hundreds
of delegates from different countries and schools, who could say they've got
enough balls to do so? God, I love that lady.




Now, look at those SJI people. All smarmy and dressed up in their
little blazers and their school ties. I so wanted to kick their asses.
Dress up real nice do you? The letter said 'Smart Casual'.

Shit, the representatives from my school came only with the School U and
their ties. Which I had to spend 15 minutes convincing them to put on at the
eleventh hour.
Try to show me up will you, biatch? Feel my flying fists of fury!



When there's glory to be gained, shit to be bulled, presentations to be made,
and my l337 oratorical skills to be utilized, I'm your man! Heh..
Real forum activity actually happened last, right after all that boring lectures...
We were put into groups to discuss the how,what,when,where of how
to conserve water, make the water issue more well known, blah, blah, blah.
And well, when they were looking for people to present, sensing a chance to bloody
show off and talk down to people with my superior wit and intellect, I so graciously
volunteered.




Looking on at my partner. Very, very nervous chap. Kept on stuttering and
forgetting what he was supposed to say. I mean, come on. You're
talking to a room full of strangers whom you've never met before in your life,
there's got to be at least a hundred intellects, some of them older and holding
insane qualifications they're all focused on you, gobbling up every single thing
you say processing and dissecting, who could get nervous and forget their lines?



Joach, Joach, Joach! This was my big moment! Why did you handshake,
resulting in this obscene depiction, that's supposed to be me!?
A few jokes here and there, none of that pretencious 'Queen's English'
stuff, a couple of lahs and lors, the mood was lightened at lest 3/4 of the
conference appeared visibly less tired and oh well, I love working with
the crowds.

Making speeches to people I don't know is just my thang.
If you don't believe me, ask the current batch of Sec 4's in HKSS.
On that Saturday night, that speech I made at the end of the study skills camp.
Don't say you weren't touched. At least 1/4 of you people were crying, or beginning to weep
and that isn't counting the parents, teachers and instructors that were there.
Don't say you didn't at least start to tear, that was one of my shining moments,
that speech, and at the end of it all I saw you all. I made sure I saw everyone of you people
Heh, pats on the backs, crying school mates...

At the end of that night, I became a bloody instant celebrity, with people like,
*AHEM* approaching me and trying to make small talk, trying to recapture the
magic of that night, etc. I'd like to think that the reason I'm so famous now was
because of that speech I made on that Saturday night.

Soon enough, I got irritated by the constant attention and I'm guessing
that's what made me the cynical asscrack that I am now. That night
completely changed my life, this blog was set up in no small part, due to that night.
Heh... Digressing, there, reminiscing about the past, the defining moments of my life.
Maybe one day I'll write an entire post about the studies skills camp where I pissed
off the VP (ensuring my infamy throughout the entire staffroom. Teachers I didn't know saw me and started tutting after that.) and then made amends with that grand speech in the hall.

Or the sec 3 camp, where my name was on everyone's lips after the events of the first night?
(Well, mostly there would be a respectful 'CHEEBYE!' or 'KNN!' after saying my name,
but I still got a big boost for my reputation eh?)
But that's a story for another time.



From Left To Right(with backs facing the picture):
Carl Ryan Aussie bloke, Pakistani Delegate, Co-ordinator, me.

Here's a picture of us preparing for a field trip, to show
the overseas delegates, what Singapore has done to help conserve water.
Crap, the Pakistani bloke was real prim and proper, real gentle man too.
How could I have forgot his name?


From Left To Right:
Me with half of my head, Co-ordinator handling 'The Dirt Dozen'(fantastic book),
Carl Ryan, Aussie Chick, Malay girl.

Now, the co-ordinator is quite a bit of a character. During the nights,
some of the delegates (from previous picture, all) would get together to discuss
unofficial night outings
and the instructor would always wind up suggesting going for food, then
we would tell him, okay, okay, what else? Then he'd come back to going out for food.

There was also the first night, where we discussed going clubbing, until
that is, I informed everyone I was underaged. Then the Carl Ryan, suggested
that I looked of age and could probably be smuggled in, which the group agreed with,
then I raised the issue of finances. He offered to foot my bill. Rich bastard, haha,
I love hanging out with rich people.

Also, I think the aussie chick was eyeballing me, everytime to group got together,
some how she'd be right beside me, sitting right there and every time we got discussing
and I started talking, she'd just start staring at me with those cute eyes...
Oh, she was the only one I considered proposing to that was of the same age as me
and if I did interpret things correctly, there was some flirting going on.
Heh... To be young, cocky and brimming full of confidence..
Sadly, now she's gone back to Australia, gone and I've haven't seen her anymore.
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At this point, the camera promptly ran out of battery and no more photos
were taken. Damn!
Aww, what the hey. There's enough photos there anyway and my hands were
starting to get tired from all this typing.
Well, there was the final day where we got our COPs (Cert of Participation)
the final dinner, blah, blah, blah..

There it is,
Youth Ambassador Of Singapore.
Who says this little punk from some shitty neighborhood school
couldn't have done it? Eh? Showed up some off the delegates from
their comfortable little schools too.

I'll never forget the final day,
when we were all getting teary eyed and complimenting each other,

"What are you doing in Hong Kah? You don't belong in Hong Kah,
You should be in some fancy private school."

RGS GIRL:"Are you part of the student council?"
ME:"No, I'm a delinquent in school. My teachers hate me."

Aww, one of the many comments that I received. Oh such joy,
I can never forget. Compliments of the highest order, especially
since the RGS Girls was one of those nerdy-intellectual-student council-
do-all-type. She thought I was good enough to be in the student council
*sniff* Such praise... I could put down more, but then again. I'm much too humble. ;)


Ahh, rubbing shoulders with the intellectual you elites from all around the world
and coming out tops, smelling of flowers. What else could one ask for?
"Ich Heisse Super Fantastiche."