Monday, January 14, 2008
回味
Dug up some really old photographs yesterday - still during the film era, and took digital photos of them.
First up, 黄城夜韵. On hindsight, it's easy to see why people thought the theme of the entire play was ghostly.
I can't quite remember why, but we had this 没（眉）毛 thing going on.
And we really do hate some people eh? I wonder what happened to him - back to PRC? Caberet boss/sex change op? Or rich financial advisor/tycoon?
And just to track back a wee bit earlier ... the disgusting camp. All I ever remembered from this fiasco was the High Rope, abseiling and trek through this thick grey mud (which I suspect is cement - how the hell can mud be GREY in colour?).
String Orch. Oh, how I hated those practices! And EP3 day. And 老 Lau. All I wanted was to GO HOME after lessons.
Nepal. Now that was fun, so many fond memories. The donkey on the bridge, the run-in with the scouts and KHY's exasperation and bitchiness, the freakin' early morning climb up Poon Hill and our little trick with the baked beans and "room service".
Venom & Toxin research group. Can someone explain to me HOW I even dug up time to do so much at the same time previously? I feel so jaded and old. And all I do now is bitch and grouse.
Hong Kong, during my aunt's wedding, and while my grandparents were still around..
Our class & juniors. I still miss everyone, after so many years.
Prom. I look like a prat.
Being very unglam on a kelong - I think we were deciding which mussels to catch.
Wenky
6:27 AM
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