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“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” My cousin Adeline was always known as an intelligent and joyful girl from my mom’s side of the family. She’s 8 years older than me and every time we had family gatherings my aunt Joanne would always have something to boast about because Adeline was always a joyful girl, loud and happy. Honestly, I’ve rarely seen her cry or have sad expression on her face.

For the first few years of her life, her family lived in Australia, so when I was 2 I visited them for the first time. They celebrated my birthday with me. Since I was still a kid, I didn’t have any idea about what was going on. Adeline started to draw on my face with crayons. After 5 minutes, I ended up looking like a humanoid mouse. I looked at myself in the mirror, confused and I started running around the house screaming and shouting, complaining about what she had done to my face! In the end I slipped and fell into the swimming pool. I remember that everyone was worried about me, wondering if I got hurt, while Adeline laughed her head off, having the time of her life.

Another time, we were walking along a beach, the adults were indulged in deep conversations, (I had no idea of since I was 2), and I was chasing Adeline around. We all stopped as we came a long this pier with a pile of boulders beside it. I was strangely fond of boulders at that time, so I being the monkey I am, climbed onto one of them and looked towards the infinite horizons. After a while I spotted a flock of pelicans landing at the tip of the pier, and Adeline being the curious she was ran towards them. The mighty pelicans had no idea what this retard was doing but they certainly weren’t scared of her. As she stretched her hands out to pet them, one of the pelicans clamped it’s beak onto her right palm. The next thing we heard was a scream of pain and shock. Although pelicans don’t have any teeth, the bite still left a huge bruise on her palm for a whole week. That was the first and the last time I saw “wonder woman” cry.


All About Nick

Posted: August 12, 2010 in Aesthetic, Egotistical

Playing basketball at Happy Valley with friends

Herrow, I’m Nick Jim , as you can see. I’m a junior at International Christian School. There’s something people always ask me… “are you half white?”, “are you adopted”? well frankly I’m kinda sick of those questions, but I’ll answer it one last time; I’m not half white, my last name Jim is just an unusual translation of my chinese last name. Speaking of which, I was born and raised in Hong Kong, so I have been here for roughly 16 years now.

Anyway, sports is one of my major hobbies, since I was five I tried almost every sport, but I enjoy playing badminton, basketball and hockey the most. I used to be an individual sport player, I had my first taste of team sport when I first joined the ball hockey in ICS, which was a pretty refreshing experience. I enjoy the speed in sports, every single movement you make kinda connects. I kinda feel bad for the other teams though, sometimes when I get frustrated in a game, they usually end up getting charged into the boards. Which leads to my next point, anger management.

The most important thing I learnt last year, was that I still need quite a lot of help controlling my temper. As some of you might know, I had some major disagreements with my group in Asian Studies, which caused me to lose my temper during project time. While i was on my way down to the bathroom to calm myself, I lost it, and ended up cracking the glass on the 5th floor door that leads to the stairwell.

Many events have shaped me into who I am today. They would be my life-and-death-experiences. They happen so much that I don’t even remember most of them. Though, one of them impacted me a lot. It all dates back to when I was nine years old. I  was on a trip to Maldives, I was sitting on the beach, in shallow water, distant away from my parents, I felt something slither under my legs, and I picked it up, to my surprise it quickly jumped out of my hands. As my mom walked over , she saw that creature slowly swim away. It turned out to be a sea snake! If it happened to have bit me, I don’t think I would even be in front of my computer typing on this blog. These experience taught me that life was short and we should try new more things when we are young. Seize the day, hold on to opportunities!

What I’m most proud of… I think that would be my health. Since I was a kid I barely got ill or anything like that. The sickest I ever got was flu, or like a cold, I would get that around once a year, or at most twice. Since I was able of eating without choking myself to death, my mom has been stuffing me with vitamins and organic food, rice etc. I guess they did help me quite a bit.

My dreams for the future,hmm that’s a tricky one. Mine is kind of simple, get out of college, eventually get a stable and well paid job that could buy me a nice house, then I’m pretty much satisfied with that. I think it’s one dream that many have in common.

Ok, so the last part of this. I love it when people understand what I’m doing, and that they respect my plans and statements that I’m trying to make. I simply love the feeling of being respected and recognized. What I hate a lot would be foolish people who would always question my actions, and I can’t explain it to them because they are not smart enough to understand. Also I hate it when people ask me questions that I have no answer to. It’s like I do something, and my mom asks me why did you do this and this. Then I stand there speechless because it’s like she’s questioning my basic instincts or something, and when she doesn’t get the answer she just keeps on asking me why,why and why. That kinda blows my mind.

Anyway, gotta move on. T.T.Y.L >=]