My havoc week
last but not least.
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have u seen our posters around school and in chinatown?
1DA/NDA point for all RP students who attend and who submit as RJ.
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awwww i miss my friends!
Who am i?
Have you ever asked yourself that question? I did.
and i have no answers whatsoever.
Sometimes i am the confident leader who gives orders in the clear coordinated manner;
others i am the laidback worker who stays behind the backstage until work is required.
Sometimes i am the energetic bunny who has tons of jokes and ideas that no one can win.
others i am the brain dead boredom that seeks creativity of speech from my fellow peers.
Sometimes i am the compassionate guy who gives up seats to the elderly on buses and mrt trains;
others i am the egoistic bastard who mocks at shiquan victims.
Sometimes i am the guy who’s opened to the idea of introducing love into my life;
others i just find it a commercial waste of economical time.
Who am i?
I know i’m myself but how many characters can i hold?
Sometimes i wonder,
How a person retain energy to perform even on boring half dead moments.
There must be a remedy for my “illness”
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Went to Bugis today for the FYP meeting. I hate the curating of the gallery. Yes it is true that restrictions spur creativity, but it also closes the doors to plenty of opportunities. Opportunities that could have been a winning mix for the final lap.
I went back to Tampines to find KL and Angie. I was really late which i apologies throughly. Geraldine and Ru Feng were there too. Finally we watched “Don’t Mess With The ZOHAN” via a midnight show.
I wasn’t what i expected. I never did expect it to be a parody; which is really wasted as it really did have the potential to work well on its own with an original idea and concept with realistic moments. Other then random crouch grappling moments.
A real dissapointment. I hope “Get Smart” would not be such a let down.
Went home after. FYP tommorrow and so much not yet done.
I really need a break. (doubt i would be getting any though)
love,
fred
Hellow strangerw
Hello stranger.
how are you?
I’m fine thank you.
hows the day?
i know mine was great.
.
hello stranger;
I have my own life.
you have your own life;
.
i have the love of my life;
cameras.
you have the love of your life;
“something”…,
out there.
.
Hello stranger.
i have to tell you something;
i think you are nothing but a copy.
.
hello stranger.
how are you again;
you look pretty in that dress.
…
…
“…”
but;
but.
i have to tell you. something;
every night when the light hits red.
every night when my life inter-crosses your life.
…
for 5 minutes.
i find another love of my life;
.
the photo.
.
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PS: i think i’m addicted to writing stories both via written form and via video. Was trying out MAYA today (a 3d software) at the studio. I am so no match for MAYA’s level of difficultly. Never the less i will try to finish the model well.
fred
Dawndreaming (dos)
Chapter Two.
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I finally managed to get to school at the approximate time of 7.45am. Walking through the front gate, I was approached by a member of the student council; they’re like prefects from primary schools, just older and more arrogant in this case.
Hey I know this girl…
“Vicky? Is that you?” as I glanced at her from head to toe.
She looked just as short as last year when I saw her during her secondary one days; she hadn’t grown a bit. She’s actually quite pretty that I would have to admit, but she’s such a tomboy that it eradicated that quality; especially since she applied to be a student councilor.
“Yes, Rain, it’s me, why?” she responded with a tone of suspicion, but still with that very air of a student councilor.
“You look terrible!” I smiled as tried to pull off the cockiest look that I could perform. “Just kidding, you look hotter than my mother of course, so can I go in?” “Yes? Ok great! Bye.” I side stepped and strutted pass her.
“Wait! You’re late! You can’t just barge… ” Vicky tried to pace up to me before I could get away.
“Come on Vicky, that’s not the way you should talk to a senior,” as I continued bristling towards the parade hall, “I’m a sec 4, and should my O’levels be disrupted due to such unfortunate events, I’m going to put you in account for it little miss”.
“But, but…”
The words seem to work like the binding spells I read from Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets. Vicky stopped in the path “alrigh.. jus.. this onc..”, she panted.
I am such an asshole.
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I got to the parade hall, wiped the sweat off my forehead and tried finding my class, class 4J. The class I was subjected to. It was the same class as last year; class 3J. The only difference was the change in the name of the class, the classmates stayed the same.
Searching for my class suddenly felt like searching for the last almond in an ice-cream tube. The whole cohort of students looked like clones all of a sudden.
“Stupid, stupid, stupid; how am I suppose to find my class this way?!” I cursed under my breath in the lowest possible tone ever, just in case I get overheard by an invisible teacher.
“Rain Yang Feng!” A familiar tone that I recognized, I knew this voice spelled trouble. “Rain Yang Feng! Are you listening to me?” I turned around. It was as I predicted; Miss Tan, my form teacher was staring right at me. She was my form teacher for last year too.
“What are you doing standing in the middle of the parade hall? Are you trying to be an attention seeker? Do you need me to screech at you in front of your juniors?”
She always had to habit of making a mountain out of a mole hill…
By now, the whole cohort was turning their necks to see what the commotion was all about. Even Miss Jokim, the principle stopped her speech to wait for the commotion to dwindle down.
“No, Miss Tan.”
Oblivious to the interruption of Miss Jokim’s speech, Miss Tan continued her howler.
“Slut face crack pot.” I mumbled…
“What did you say?!” She’s probably fuming by now.
“I said you look really hot.” I shouted, giving a stern face.
I heard giggles from the crowd…
“You think this is funny?”
“…”
“What kind of attitude are you giving me?”
“…”
“Lost for words?”
“…”
“Hey I am speaking to you!”
“…”
“Answer me!”
“…”
I had lost the pleasure of acknowledging her sentences.
Being unable to gain a respond from me, and probably sick of talking to herself, she articulated in a seemly deadly tone. “Sit down.”
“Where?” losing my patience.
“Sit there”, she pointed towards a spot 3 rows away from where I was standing. “Sit down and be quiet.” Now lowering her voice.
“Whatever…” I walked past the still fuming Miss tan and assembled beside a classmate, Ron.
“Wa lan, si bei zai” he muttered as he gave me a thumbs up.
I hate Mondays so much…
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Disclaimer: The events depicted in this novel are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
Copyright© JUNE 2008 – Fredrik Yeo Jia Sheng
All rights reserved. Reproduction without permission is prohibited.
Father’s Day
Friday 13th: went drinking with angie, her sis(ann), her sis’s bf(nicholas), her sis’s best friend(pauline) and her sis’s best friend’s bf(jason), and later drinking with eric, en rui, kah leong, and tai nian.
Saturday 14th: went to PC show with KL, met up with angie and geraldine and angie’s friend (who i forgot her name) for dinner at long john. then heading off to watch kungfu panda which i laughed my socks off.
teased alot of the promoters at the PC show, i’m so going to IT hell.
Sunday 15th:
Went to Bugis to get fathers day present.
Ate Bakut Teh at some great place.
Walk along arab street and the areas around.
sometimes walking alone makes u feel really mature, and you get to do whatever you like too (epic song follows wonderful speech)
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but then monday school is starting, oh well at least i get to see my posters around school 
Childhood
This was a good behaviour card that i was given by my aunt many many years ago.
I even decorated the card like the motocross game that i loved, that was on gameboy.
It seems like i was a pretty good boy, never really managed to finish it though.
Then some expensive limited edition phone cards.
Look 1995 leh lol.
Yo-han and Julius autographed posters. They were all the rage in the past i remember.
This proves that i DO have a childhood
Dawndreaming (uno)
i finally had the time to write something..
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Chapter One.
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Ever missed moments in life because you were daydreaming of something? A thought, A feeling, A wish…
I almost did, but what I did not know was that that moment in life was what I had been wishing for my whole life.
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I stepped out of my house; it was still early, 7am to be exact. I was late, so very late. School’s starting in 20 minutes and there I was still deciding if the red or green sock will be a better choice for school today. I decided in the end that red would be a better choice, wore my shoes and rushed towards the nearest bus stop.
As I dart across the morning crowd of students walking to their schools, something hard hit me in the head.
“Sorry.”
I turned around and saw a beautiful young girl in a Springfield secondary uniform, with her shoulder length jet black hair rustled from knocking into me. She was in a mess.
“Nah its ok…I was just…”
“Sorry, have to rush, I’m late for school!” she picked up her bag and ran across me. Her run resembles a penguin from behind upon inspection; her legs just never seemed to position themselves straight.
(Wait, why the hell am I staring at a penguin resembling humanoid…? I’m late!)
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I stepped up my paced towards the bus stop, which was just a couple of meters ahead.
“Hmm 7.30am, what a wonderful first day of school for the new year!” I mumbled sarcastically, as I looked towards my black special edition Adidas wrist watch. An ex girlfriend gave it to me on Christmas before we broke up; and I never had the desire to throw it away, its special edition anyway. I shrugged.
“Excuse me, could you pick up my headband for me”
A voice lingered behind me while I was immersed in my psychedelic thoughts.
“sure, here you g..”, I turned my head towards the voice.
She was stunning… The girl had long black silky hair tied up in a ponytail with a green band, a sharp chiseled nose, dove eyes that glance into your soul, sensuous plucked eyebrows and puckered up thin lips with that little hint of lip gloss…
She however was a little too pale for a normal girl…
I stood there staring for a moment before realizing that everyone on the bus stop’s looking at me.
Wiping my drool with the back of my palm in embarrassment, I handed the headband to the girl.
“Erm… are you ok?” the girl ask, alarmed by my sudden immobilisation.
“Yeah yeah, sure. Of course I am. Erm(I paused for a moment),What school are you from?” I choked as I tried to start a conversation.
Before she could reply however, bus number 293 arrived.
“Wait for me!” she shrieked to the bus driver, ignoring my presence for an instant as she ran towards the departing bus.
“Oh yeah, its Springfield secondary!” She paused shortly before boarding the bus, “and my name’s Sun!”
“Sun… Springfield…” I thought as I looked down towards my school badge “Springfield secondary school, established in 1992”
It was only after 2 minutes that I realized that I was supposed to take the 293 bus too…
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Disclaimer: The events depicted in this novel are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
Copyright© JUNE 2008 – Fredrik Yeo Jia Sheng
All rights reserved. Reproduction without permission is prohibited.
