Howdy! Things were mundane this week. I had to finish up the storyboard and complete another assignment for PHOTOGRAPHY!
We watched “Autograph book” during Story Telling tutorial and it had brought about many memories when I was younger. We were all 12 years old then. We were a group of Primary 6 students getting all drama because we would soon leave our beloved primary school and we might never ever ever ever be able to see one another again. Almost everyone had an autograph book, including the boys. They were passing autograph books around, asking each other to write something in their books. Books were even passed to classmates whom they were not close with or hardly know. I guess this is another sign which shows that kiasuism is instilled into our children from young; everyone must have everyone’s autograph.
Reading their autograph books brought me much joy. There were stupid poems like “roses are red, violets are blue, …” probably in more than 50 versions and names with each alphabet representing a quality. For example, Jennifer would probably be “Jolly, Energetic, Nice, Neat, Intelligent, Friendly, Exciting, Righteous”. There were so much sweet little things in there, that if put into the mouth, could cause tooth decay. I get especially excited whenever I came across clues that might indicate who had a crush on who. Why? I don’t really know. Perhaps, I was just trying to entertain myself.
But guess what? I didn’t have an autograph book. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not as if I’m unfriendly or some sort of outcast, I have my fair share of autograph books to write in ok? So yeah, It’s also not because that I couldn’t get myself a pretty autograph book and only have an ugly one which I’m so embarrassed to take it out. Besides, I think ugly autograph books are cool. I did not have an autograph book because I felt everyone was being plastic about it. They were not like what we saw in “Autograph Book” where everyone wrote things based on their personality and their liking for the person. What happened was there were a lot of pretending; acting as if they know each other a lot, pretending like they are BFF (Best Friend Forever), and writing really nice stuff for each other, when in actual fact, they had never talked in class before. It sickens me a lot.
I remembered this girl whom I don’t know asking me to sign her book and she actually went like “Brandon, can you please write in my autograph book?” I took it from her, looked for an empty page and used the most ordinary blue pen and scribbled “I don’t know you and I have nothing much to say to you, but good luck to whatever you do- “Brandon””. Ahh… Stupid kids.
