Finally, I am back at Setapak. Back in Ipoh spells "no decent Internet connection". So, this blog was left as fallows. This post is dedicated for reminiscence - my high school and still best friend, Tan-Loh Joash. Known each other since primary 3 and have been doing interesting and "interesting" (these two noun qualifiers are NOT the same, as implied by the quotations on the second) stuffs together. He is associated with many nicknames, most of which he detests. To exemplify that, he is called "Tan-Loh", "Tan- Loyau ("buttocks/backside in cantonese")", "Joshua" etc.
When we were in for an English challenge, he is a pro in grammar while I am apt at vocab (if you are reading this, Joash, don't try to argue. I beat you in spelling bee, mwahahahaha). Anyway, enough with the words. Let the pixels and colours do the talking. But before that, buckle your seat belts, because you are in for a time-flight in a chronosphere. Set the time to 4 years back......
When we were in for an English challenge, he is a pro in grammar while I am apt at vocab (if you are reading this, Joash, don't try to argue. I beat you in spelling bee, mwahahahaha). Anyway, enough with the words. Let the pixels and colours do the talking. But before that, buckle your seat belts, because you are in for a time-flight in a chronosphere. Set the time to 4 years back......
This was taken when we were in the innocent age of Form 5. And yea, we were prefects. He was the head boy. For those who thought I am good academically, try prying into his CV. Don't get all too flattered, friend. Well, for those who might hold interest on him in any way, look out for his recent photo shots at his galleries. Of course, prior to that, you need to add him.Sorry, Zi Ying, I am not posting any motivational or spiritual stuff this time round. Maybe the next post? :P
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