The Princess and the Subtle Pauper.

Good evening kiddies from all over.
Gather 'round, for a story is about to be told and it's not over.
Get your blankets and your pillows,
And embrace the joy as we pass around marshmallows!

:D

Okay enough of that bull crap.

This is a story about Boy, a Girl, a wise wrinkly Black Man, a Genie, a strong brave old Lady and a magical 3g iPhone.

Once upon a time in the land of Annwaiipee, it was ruled by a magical imaginative kingdom who proclaimed themselves as the Artstagers.

In the kingdom, lived a beautiful Princess. She was the sweetest thing to have ever lived. Some say she was even as sweet as Honey... well okay enough with the mushy stuff. Let's just call her Honey.

One day, a guy flew from the distant white lands of Londore and arrived in Annwaiipee, just 3 weeks before the start of an annual Orientation Festival. He went by the name of... uhhh... hmm... Lego. (i blame that small lego toy sitting on my desk)

You see, Lego was the kind of guy who held back a lot and needed to be provoked in order to get going. Lego had traveled to Annwaiipee because through his magical 3g iPhone, he had word from a Dark mysterious man, that an epic Festival was coming and soon he became fascinated by it. He had intended to learn more and perhaps be part of the special event that only occurs once a year.

He finally made contact with the people of Artstagers and after much deliberation, he soon became one of them as well. Soon, preparations were on the way as the number of days shorten towards the arrival of the Festival.

Lego had made several new acquaintances. One of them was an old lady, but don't be fooled by her age because she was strong willed and had a powerful roar that shook the bonds of a thousand douchebags.

He eventually found out that the mysterious man who told him about the event was actually a very wise wrinkly black dude who had a premonition for Lego's future.

Lego had also befriended a Genie who could only eat specific kinds of food that fell under the category of "meatless"..

But one thing was bothering Lego. One day, while lepaking with his crew (yes that's a traditional Artstager's past-time) he noticed the beautiful Princess Honey walking by. As she gracefully breezed across the hallways with her pure bright eyes and innocent smile, Lego's heart stopped. He stoned in fear. But it was a good kind of fear. The kind of fear where people in the modern days would call, love.

As days passed, he would see the Princess more and more and eventually found ways to talk to her. They spoke, but did not converse long. Neither of them had the chance. It was hard and awkward. Until one day, Lego summoned the magical Facebook and enchanted the MSN spell which allowed them to talk with one another much more easily.

Soon, the Genie became suspicious of Lego's doings. She with the help of the her magical crew, they sought to bring out the truth through dastardly interrogations. Lego was strong, he held back and didn't give in. However, it was at the cost of his own self-esteem and the awkwardness with the Princess.

Lego didn't know what to do. He was in the belief that he was fighting a losing fight within himself, and he would never win the heart of the princess because he was just another every-man who sprung up from nowhere. But, the wise wrinkly black man saw through Lego's troubles and comforted him. He gave words of advice and motivation to encourage and boost Lego's ego to be the charming prince that he is.

Soon, after much consultation, everyone was on Lego's side. After a daring after-dark gathering at the Beaches of East Coast, it is where Lego had learned the ultimate truth of his real actions and how it was bringing him down. He knew how high the stakes were now, and the Genie and her crew finally pledge full support to Lego.

One night, after the Princess returned home from her maiden voyage. Lego unleashed himself and slayed the awkward monster that stood between him and the princess. Words were said, and a date was set.

All was well.

As days passed, the festival began. They played it low and under the radar, but was mutual for the most. After the first day of the Club Crawl festival, Lego finally gathered enough effort and pulled the most "smoothest" cheesiest thing ever. I swear, you would have laughed if you were there. Gahhhhh. Well played Lego. Well played.

The Princess agreed to Lego's offer, and they both were happy.

But their adventures did not stop there!

One day, the terrifying NEh Monster was terrorizing Artstagers, especially the Princess and it was ruining her focus for much important things. Lego offered his help, and together with the help of the Princess's handmaidens, they managed to edit a video that would put down the monster once and for all. The princess and her handmaidens thanked Lego.


So now it's all cool, and the rest... is history.

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Thanks for reading. Now go turn my story into some big-budget Hollywood/Bollywood Blockbuster Hit.

I suggest casting Ewan McGregor for Lego. He's cool.

I'll club you till you crawl.

The week ends! NYP's first week of school closes and with that, I hope you freshmen had a good time. Savor it. It's not gonna be heaven forever, prepare to taste the fiery goodness that is Polytechnic. Endless projects, muggings, lectures and the likes. Live it, breathe it, eat it, sleep with it. Why? Because you are it.

And with that Drama performances are officially over! I'm done! Done! Over the next one!

Club Crawl closes with the roar of a thousand thunderstorms. We came. We saw. We... didn't exactly conquer but still we stood out.

This time I played as one of the Three Little pigs. To sum up our play - Fairy tales crossover with a cliche love twist. Nuff said. BUT IT WAS AWESOME.

For pigs, WE LOOK GOOD.

I had to wear make up for most of the day. You have, no idea how much dignity I've lost. How could my previous character - Mr. Hottie, get so low as to turn into a purple/pink-ish pig. Urgh, two days of walking past people laughing and giving me the "What. the flying Fuck." face and giving me sarcastic comments about how I look, only to "oink oink" my back not even a minute later.

Nevermind. A shot of Redbull will take all the embarrassment away.

We gave it all. We had fun. We cheered our lungs out, dash across the stage as fast we could, jumped and flailed our arms around in euphoria, and celebrated our victory as if we had just won the World Cup. Nothing beats that satisfying feeling of completing a huge burden with a big bang.

All our efforts were never in vain. So screw you Miss "You Guys Are Disappoint, Need to Have More Fun, and Be Real Life Fairy Tale Characters Through Therapy Sessions". You know who you are. You were never there to see how much planning had gone into each scene, nor were there when we were laughing at each other during rehearsals, or stood in for someone's part when they weren't there. Just because we were not feeling well that one night (which so happened to be the first fucking day of school, mind you), you thought we were just showing attitude. It's obvious you don't know us as well as you think you do.

You know who you are.... *glare*

Well, to put it in wraps it was a fun event and I'm glad I can put drama aside for now. I've been missing my "Juboh" crew and the warriors of MS0901.

Seriously. You know you're being left out from school when a classmate goes "Hey, I'm doing PR tutorials", and you go "PR what?!".

Back to the land of endless easy words turned complicated terms, emailed notes, queer angsty comedic lecturers, and camera works.

I guess just because my name is "Bozo", I was destined to be a Clown...

So there was I.

Shirtless in the salty waters of East Coast park, gazing at the endless rows of fleets blockading the Singapore seas. Watching the sun setting in the horizon. I thought to myself - "There's something icky touching my feet".

Apparently it was a seaweed. I kicked it away and continued my underwater stoning.

I sat on the wet sands, with the water at my neck-level for a good 15 minutes. All the while, it felt like forever. I was deep in thought about people, someone, and the stuff that's about to come.

I know this isn't East Coast Park. I didn't have a picture of the beach from yesterday, so shut up!

You see, I like to think. A lot. Perhaps maybe too much. I don't show it, but I do. I keep my thoughts to myself. Why? I had a harsh time growing up. I grew up in an environment where my opinions don't matter and everyone shoots me down for everything I say. So I could never really say I what I mean anymore after awhile.

In my head, lies a constant game of chess. Or any strategy game for that matter. I'm the kind of guy, who plans my moves waayyy before hand. I would play out any given situation in my head. And then think about the possibilities, the outcomes and consequences. The advantage of this is that I would come in real life ready. However, living this way for most of my life, I now see the flaws in this style. And it outweighs the advantages.

One thing, I would be ready and armed. I'll know my rotations of the words and actions to do when the time comes. Problem is, once that set is done, and I'm all out of cards, I'll be blanked. Unarmed, empty, and vulnerable. That's when things go wrong with me, and I fucking hate to be in that situation.

Another flaw involves the preparation. Thinking a lot is good. Thinking too much, will just get me killed one day. My thinking process goes something like this -

[Possibility]

- becomes-

[Idea]

- becomes -

[Possible Outcome]

- but -

[Plausible flaw]
- becomes -

[Consequences]
- turns -

[Plausible Problem]

- becomes -

[Chaos theory]

- ultimately -

[Failure to execute idea]

And the vicious cycle repeats.

It's actually much more deeper than that. But I'd rather not go into it so much.

I don't know why I do it. It just becomes instinct after going through a lot over the years. Both good and bad. Most of the time I would just go "Ah screw it" and I'll ignore everything and just go for it. And for the most part, the actual outcome of my supposed action would be far from what I would have expected. Sometimes better. Surprisingly, knowing this already I still have the habit of playing the guy who is tipping his toe over the edge of the Bungee platform, thinking if he should just go for it, try sitting and sliding down, or call it quits.

Nike is brilliant with their slogan - "Just. Do. It."

Guess all I need sometimes is a little push to get me going. And start thinking less negative and more positively, of course.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go over and sit in that corner and think about what I just wrote here.

BANDAID.

No you

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FUCK.

Cutest Days, Angsty Gays, and a Heroine in a daze.

Life moves so fast.

One minute, the year had just begun. You're at the start of a new chapter. Before you know it, the first act ends. My second act is about to begin this coming Monday. I shall be a Year 2 Media Student. A senior. With juniors who would eventually call me douchebag and the likes.

But at the end of each "Act", lies a conclusion. Something that would link the future and the now. Mine ended with something I didn't had expected at all. Out of the shit that I may still be in, I feel I may turn out to be a better person or remain the same.

This holiday, I set myself to regain ground with old friends and strengthen current ones. I got back to my old NCC camp and it was a fucking hell of a night to be with the old gang once again.

I had a short (it was seriously short to me!) vacation overseas in the Land of Endless Cold, Yellow-filtered Marlboro Lights, Beautiful Women, and Teas & Biscuits. A.k.a London. AWESOME. My dream fulfilled to walk in the streets of England and come home as Paddington Bear (don't ask. Inside joke).

My parents

It was the best trip ever! I didn't feel lost there at all. Somehow, I could just as easily read their subways and maps. I could practically figure out where to go just as easily! Interacting with the people there were great too. Sure, I had to put up an accent sometimes. But it's so fun. They probably didn't suspect I was faking it. Maybe.

I friggin' went to every corner of London. The towns and suburbs (where the normal people are) and the high-class places (shopper's delights and tourist attractions and such). Emirettes Stadium, Stamford Bridge, Tower Bridge, Eye of London, Thames River, Kensington Palace, London Film Museum. It wus rather intriguing [/fakebritishaccent]

Oh, and I got into a fight with an old black lady. While shopping for groceries, I accidentally kicked her walking stick. I apologised, but she went berserk on me. Thinking I was some hooligan trying to cause trouble. I walked away with my head in shame. But so what? It was an experience, and heck, I'll never see her again anyways. Aha.

I came home and almost immediately began something new. I haven't forgotten about my CCA, StageArts Drama. Heck, I practically went straight for rehearsal right after I landed in Singapore. I just missed them all.

Oh yes I do.

After nights of tiresome training, finally managed to performed to a crowd of juniors. Our faces and characters will be forever (or at least until a certain point of time) imprinted into the minds of the younglings of SBM & SHS. (SHS can go suck a dick).

I didn't regret any of it! Seriously, we are now tighter than a pair of skinny jeans on a mat-rep. Fucking fun.

Believe it or not, my character is actually the "Hot guy".

During the rehearsals, I caught up with my fellow drama mates, and good buddy Fin. We talked and shared tales. I have never been one to open up, but he's a really great person to talk to. We're both Media Students, which makes speaking our mind out much easier. Dude, if you're reading this. You. Are. Fucking Awesome. (I'm officially coining the acronym YAFA).

And remember when I said I'm still in shit earlier? Well, let's just say - Mr. Feelings and Miss Jealousy, it's been awhile since they graced me with their annoying voices in me. Apparently, I've been noticing... certain people. What turned out to be a simple "Oh that's nice", became "Why am I thinking this way?!". It's, a little wounding right now since half of my mind keeps telling me it's probably gonna end up the same way again. It's no fair and fun but it happens to me. But nonetheless, who knows. She's nice, and I'll do something... Somehow. Gah. I've got an objective, and time is running out.

Anyways. School's starting. Holidays are ending. My GPA is bad (to me. yeah call me a nerd..), and my life is surprisingly unpredictable (No shit, Sherlock). Let's see where all the small things lead to right now. I know it's a journey to success, and I can already see the "Sssssssssssss".

Now buggah off.