Just In Case You Were Wondering

You know what. I've been getting these questions ALOT lately. I don't know why. It just happened.

So anyways, just to be clear.

I'm not gay.

Jun Shern out.

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Updates

Hey, guys. I think I owe some updates. Cos I haven't explained at all my long periods of absence.

So yeah. My greatest time consumers nowadays? Interact and Prefect.

For Interact, I've been put in charge of organizing our annual Kids' Carnival, and yeah. Obviously, that would already take up about 50% of my time and thought space. These events don't run on hopes and dreams.

Also, I'm doing the Interact school magazine advertisement, which according to Esther, will be featured in full color on the first page of the magazine(first page, not cover, duh) So this is my time to shine.

Next, the form fives have shortlisted 18 of us Interactors as future board members, and to prove our worth, they've set us a terribly quick-deadlined project to decorate and make the Interact Room something usable. Which, in its current condition, it is not.

As for Prefect, I'm treasurer for the Prefects' Farewell, coming up quickly in August. And this is a huge project. Hotels, budgets, transportation, catering, games, performances, you name it.

I've also volunteered to play in the band for the upcoming Prefects' Gathering. This one isn't that much stress, but yeah. I still have to put aside some time to do it.

One more thing that's really nagging me at the back of my mind, and I haven't really had time to work on: The school concert. My lion dance has taken off quite nicely, I guess. Everyone seemed really happy when we appeared with a real lion head for rehearsal a couple of weeks ago.

Unfortunately, costumes can only take you so far. If I really want to do something amazing like what my brother did during HIS form 4 year (his much discussed Grease performance in the school concert), I'll have to really spice up the choreography of the lion.

The problem is: How far can I push the lion before turning it into an insult to the entire Chinese race? Would it really be so wrong if I made the lion drink some Chinese liquor and become a drunken haze of brilliance?

It may seem really boastful of me to talk about all these things I'm doing, but yeah. What's the point of doing things if people don't know you're doing it, right?

Also, as you most probably already know, I'm a shameless narcissist.

Let's talk about the holidays. On Friday, the Prefects left school early for our camp. We went to a FELDA resort thing in Jerantut, Pahang. How was camp? Camp was... GREAT.

I mean, it had to be great, with roommates like Jia En, Eric and Victor. By far, the best parts were when the four of us were together. Like at night- Okay, maybe I shouldn't do a post on it. It might create undesirable speculations about my sexuality. For the record, I am straight.

Though that might not hold true for two of my other room mates:

Hey, can you turn on the light?

Sure. *turns on light*

This is so much better.

Yep, I like bright things.

Like stars. Like stars.

*both stare awkwardly into each other's eyes*

Roommate 1
Roommate 2

Apart from the tenants of Chalet Number 37(mine, duh), my group for the camp was also great.

SO great, in fact, that we have a war cry SO catchy that it has caught on to even non-Prefects(i.e. Salim). It is sung to the tune of Britney Spears' song "Three":

1, 2, 3, we are group 3.
It's not about me, but about the "We".
Nine divide three, equals to three.
Six minus three, also equals three.

And so on...

We got back to school from camp on Sunday at 4:20pm-ish, and I was already running late for Initial Sound's band practice for Evelyn's party the next day. So I went straight from school to the studio and practiced with fellow bandmates Dylan, Justin and Jeremy. Got back, slept at 9pm that night. Cos I barely got any sleep during the previous nights.

Monday morning, overslept. Woke up just in time to be picked up by Dylan to go to Jeremy's house for practice(Studio is closed on Mondays, and we needed to practice more, because we hadn't practiced at all before Sunday).

From Jeremy's house, we went straight to Evelyn's place for her Sweet Sixteen, themed "HAT BONANZA"!

Umm. This post really has too many words, and people like Ashwin will complain, so I'll just rip a few images from Facebook to colour the post.

Us: Initial Sound


Frontman Singer/Guitarist: Dylan Tan

Bassist: Justin Kong

Drummer: Jeremy Sze

Guitarist: Chan Jun Shern

I like this picture. Rockstars.

Everybody!

No point me putting all the pictures up here, cos you can view them on Facebook. So these are just of my band and one or two others.

Evelyn's party was GREAT FUN. That's all I have to say. I'm getting lazier now.

On Tuesday, I had band practice at Wangsa Walk for the Prefects' Gathering with fellow bandmates Eric Soo, Low Zhi-Yang, Brendan Ooi, Chai Jia En, Chin Seow Wei and Ong Kai Sin.

After the practice, Brendan and I ran into Chen Yang. Had lunch there with him, then went back.

And Wednesday?

3W reunion, though not that many turned up. At least I had Jia En, JPJ, and Victor with me. Somehow we separated from the main group and ended up going for bowling and...


Happy Go Lucky. Victor wanted it. Go figure. Haha!

And finally, today. I'm sitting at home, making important phone calls to Wedding Specialists of Hotels and other people, and emailing different people for different reasons.

You know what has really changed about me since starting all this?

I actually check my email nowadays.

Jun Shern out.

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ACHIEVEMENT!

You know, I've always hoped to do great things.

(And well, to be fair, I always have.)

HOWEVER.

Nothing.

And I mean, NOTHING.

NOTHING I have ever done.

Has even come CLOSE to what I have just accomplished.

Ladies.

And gentlemen.

Boys.

And girls.

Without further ado, allow me to introduce to you:

THE.

ULTIMATE.

HIGH-RES.

Click to enlarge. Click to en-VERY-LARGE INDEED.

Yes, yes. Monumental, I know.

I'll allow you a moment for it to sink in.

Do you believe your eyes?

You should. Cos. You know, seeing IS believing.

Allow me to break it down for you.

Yes, it is the school logo.

Yes, it is an approximately 2500 x 2500 pixel high quality vector image of 1200 dpi resolution, good enough for making a desktop background, huge poster, any number of large-sized printout projects.

No, you CANNOT find it anywhere else on the web, or obtain it from some school official(don't tell me it's on all the school shirts and exercise books, those are tiny. And, nobody knows who has the images.)

Yes, it's existence was only ever a myth. Until now.

Yes, it is a foetus formed in MY very own WOMB through painstaking hard work.

Yes, I have succeeded where all previous active school editing team or self-proclaimed school designers(i.e. my brother and sister) have failed.

To future Wesleyans who need this image to be used in their school work:
1) Yes, you are allowed to rip the image from my blog.
2) Please do drop me a note in my cbox to show your infinite gratitude to me.

To those of you who do not understand how hard it was to create such a thing:
1) Firstly, I have already explained that the image is not available anywhere else on the web.
2) You should understand that the only WMS logo online is the colored one with absolutely unworkable quality. I mean. Imagine putting THAT on a shirt you want to print and distribute to a thousand students.
3) It took me hours to make this. Yes, I am pathetic. But I needed it for the 30 Hour Famine shirt. Which, by the way, isn't my design. It's a good design, but not mine. I was merely helping Shi Khai add some stuff he missed out.

To those of you who DO have an inkling of how to make it and do not think it would be so hard:
1) Then why DIDN'T you do it?

I'm not saying it was an impossible task. I mean, I'm only a beginner at using Photoshop. Of course there are others who could do it.

The point is, I DID do it. Whether or not others CAN, I DID.

Thank you for your time.

Jun Shern out.

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Post It

You know, I've put a lot of time into this blog. Many hours. And it's snowballed into quite a nice long story of my life. And I'd like to keep it that way. It would suck to let it all just go to waste after I've written so many stories of my life here. Therefore, I'm gonna keep writing. I wouldn't mention it, only that I've been wondering whether I should stop blogging. Especially since I'm getting busier every day. But heck, I enjoy this. Talking to myself. And knowing that people will read whatever I say to myself. Besides, it'll come in handy one day. Eventually, I'm gonna be telling my (bored) grandchildren all about my awesome life. And probably, after revisiting my first 7 years of life with them, I'll run out of saliva, break into a coughing fit, and perhaps lose my voice forever. When that time comes, at least I'll still be able to convey my life story to them. How, you ask? Through this blog, of course. Perhaps I'll make us a bowl of popcorn and sit them down in the living room, while I scroll down post after post about my life for the children to read. And maybe(depending on how sentimental an old man I'll be), I'll whip out the (then) old-fashioned MP3 of mine, and make them listen to the songs that were on the radio on the present day of post that we are visiting. AND, maybe- Maybe I should shut up. You guys aren't my grandchildren. Sorry about that.

SO ANYWAYS. Back to the 16-year-old Jun Shern.

I've been meaning to post updates and stuff, but I've just finished my exams, and prior to that I was pretty busy and all, so now, I won't delay it any longer.

Like the famous quote from Alexander Nike: Just Do It.

Or rather, Just Post-It. The idea is to just post something even if there is nothing to post. OR, to just post something even if there are many things to post, but one does not feel like posting it.

So, Just Post-It.

You may have noticed, or maybe not. That I have lost. The. Will. to. type. or even punctuate and make proper sentencesssanymorethusishallstophereandwellJUSTPOSTIT.

Enjoy. Post-It art by Marc Johns. Bless him, whoever he is.






Some are plain random, but yeah. It's all good, Mr John.

Prefect camp tomorrow. Maybe I'll be able to write a decent post when I get back.

Jun Shern out.

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