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The Results Are In

Today, my brother and all the other Fifth Year leavers across the UK received their GCSE results. This was the first time that my brother had ever gone to collect results, so naturally my parents and I, accompanied with other parents of GCSE students, assembled in Caffé Nero, nervously biting our finger nails and sipping our tasteless cappuccinos.

Finally, we have the awaited phone call, that is instantly answered before the first note of the ringtone is even finished. I looked at my mother’s face, staring rigidly to see a subtle sign in her expression to show joy or dismay. I was glad to see that all the members of our company showed the former.

I am so proud of my brother. He held his own in the exams and did well in the subjects that were his weakest. Having my results a week earlier may have created added tension to the wait, and I hope he now feels relieved that the wait is over.

I would like to extend my congratulations to other GCSE students who have got what they wanted, but as news started to leak back to us, it was clear that others did not get what they were hoping for. To you, I express my condolences and I would like to directly talk to you now. Continue reading The Results Are In

My Eulogy to Robin Williams

Waking up this morning, I felt fairly good. I’ve been trying to cram in my lie-ins before I have to be greeted by a pitch-black sky through the cracks of my eyes to get ready for my last year of school.

My memory is hazy through the first part of this morning. I vaguely remember my brother looking fairly well, after dealing with his traumatic food poisoning the day before. It’s like the sounds have been engraved into his and my head. I recall my new alarm, an app called CARROT(squared) making me do tedious tasks in an effort to wake me up as I tried to turn of its slowly rising tones.

I think my memory becomes very clear when I started to check my vine feed. “Vines” are six-second videos that are made up of different clips. The first one was of Disney’s Aladdin. I heard the famous first lines of the genie. I smiled as nostalgic memories swam delicately around my head. I didn’t read the description. It was the second vine that I saw that had my smile drop. This time, I read the description. It was simple and to the point:


I vividly remember my first thought, my reaction that I believe I shared with everyone else who heard the news: It can’t be true. The crystal-clear memory comes: turning on the news to confirm the inevitable.

The picture is of Robin Williams. His name is called as he wins the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for 1997’s Good Will Hunting. His speechlessness gaze rests on the Award, which is tightly gripped in his hands. His joyful laugh is muffled by the roaring applause of the room. He gives his thanks, but not without putting in a few witty side-comments, that are greeted with the laughter of the onlooking audience. I wonder now, seventeen years on, where that joy has gone now.

It is no question that Robin Williams is a phenominal actor, who’s talent as an actor lead him to improvise effective comedy and create more serious and gritty characters in his films. However, even with his dark roles, we still saw the humour subtly hiding behind his clever, thought-provoking words.

While having rocky relationships, the love for his children was undying, and his bonds with his friends were unbreakable. A caring man, his charity work has helped many organisations, being the founder of the Windfall Foundation. It is hard to think of a man who created so much happiness to be feeling so alone himself. It is a shame that he never fully realised the love that others had for him, from his family, to his fans.

I was amazed by the response from other people today. I chuckled at the numerous people that reinacted his Mrs Doubtfire’s cake scene. It makes me happy to see the people keeping in high spirits, spreading Williams’ comedy with others. It is what Robin Williams would of, and did do, after making his friend Christopher Reeves laugh the first time after his horse-riding accident.

I have heard countless amounts of times the respect other people in the industry have shown towards Williams. People like Mel Gibson and Jackie Chan each share their condolances, remembering him for… well, just being him. Robin seems like a man who can make anyone admire him, and also create happiness wherever he goes.

My relationship with Robin may not be as strong as other fans. I haven’t seen many of his more famous films like Good Will Hunting and One Hour Photo, I haven’t actively followed his activity as an actor or on a social media page, but I am happy of what I have shared with the actor. I watched Mrs Doubtfire a number of times with my family. I remember a certain zany blue genie entertaining me as a child. I have the collection of Good Morning Vietnam on my iPod, which I listened to as a kid in my room, feeling like a crazy rebel that I’m listening to it after bed-time.

Sure, I bet other people have a lot more memories about Williams than I do, but that doesn’t make it any less of a reason for me not to write this post. To me, I think he deserves all the respect he can get. I dedicate this post to not only a great comedian, but a great person.

Robin Williams: you will be sorely missed.

I need to work up some stuff on this post like italics, but I’m working on my iPad at the moment which limits what I can do to edit. I wish you all a good night.


How Not to Write a First Post

Hello! I’m Vinci, and I would like to welcome you to my blog.

I want to explain to you who I am and what this blog is in a fun, tongue-in-cheek first post. But that’s why I’ve added an “About” page. Maybe read that instead.

All done? Excellent!

I don’t like to plan. A pompous excuse would be something like: “I want my posts to feel natural and spontaneous, straight from my soul and heart. My spirit animal is a whale to signify the way I carelessly drift under the weight of a massive ego.”

The truth is that planning makes my mind whiz off in a tangent of extravagant ideas and frivolous expectations. After spending hours merticulously crafting my masterpiece-of-a-first-post, I snap back to reality realising I’ve barely written an introduction.

But now that you have read the ‘Abouts’ page (if not: rude) the question remains: what should you say in your first post?

That I’m a sixth-former who wants to write reviews in the future, so I made a website so that prospective employers and university people can look back and say “Hey, this guy did something to contribute to his future career goals and wrote all these subpar reviews, but they kind of got better so maybe let’s take him on and see how he goes.”

But you can just read the “About” page instead.

Frankly, there is nothing else to be introduced here. Despite what the “About” page says, I am officially eighteen years of age, making myself totally accountable for my irresponsible actions.

I am now in a position to start sticking to a post-per-week-and-a-bit-on-the-side schedule (every Sunday), which is fantastic for you! As a bonus, I will be adding a post tomorrow to kick things off. Huzzah!

I am trying to stockpile posts for weeks I know I’ll be busy during this summer too.

These personal posts will be less frequent (thank me later) in the weeks to come. All posts on Sundays will be ‘Picks’, and posts like these will happen when needed.

That’s all! I wish you all the best in whatever you are doing with your lives and wish you good luck in stomaching the Picks to come.

As a hyperactive tiger once said: TTFN!