Fernando Zhang

Thursday, November 30, 2006

3:58 PM

Cra-arch-zy

When archi days have gone dryer and dryer by the day, our deranged mind grows wilder and wilder...look at the things tat we do during tuts... sigh...wad a shame jiak sai n jasm...haiz... cant tahan u gurs ar..

But, have u guys wondered on wad's gonna happen when uncle chips in the fun??

1st- Jaz buay tahan liao..look at her...she's asking for god's mercy...

Uncle, come down please! :P take it easy bro...lol

And here's the finale ....

For an end simply means Fernando. -rhapsodyfcuk-
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3:36 PM

I miss da times when we had fun together... remb bbq at dom's peeps? when tat stupid wang2 sticker was pasted on chester's back n everyone knew abt it except for him...tat really thrilled my stomach..wakakka...thx yue wei for the big smile..:)

For an end simply means Fernando. -rhapsodyfcuk-
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Wednesday, November 29, 2006

12:15 PM

Daiko Rockzz!

For an end simply means Fernando. -rhapsodyfcuk-
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12:13 PM

It's 930am when i woke up yesterday mornin..aft an hour of delay...yawn*..felt good though the sky was grey..niwei, had a good training in da mornin.. pumpin up those embryonic muscles..lol..Time passed... i found myself rushing to the train station...as dazed as i was, i took the wrong train... got off at novena and made a return trip...sigh.. cursed myself..I met jaz in da train..on purpose.. we got pretty confused with the term 'tail'and 'head' of da train tat we didnt meet inside eventually..was damn hungry by the time i reached school.. Test was at 3pm.. 5mins left.. e test was actually an hour later..dumb me..anyway, i forgot to look at a section behind the question paper... dumb me.. prob only secured half of the entire marks if god shows his mercy.. lol...Wat's more? i received a letter from sch informing me on poor attendance for one of the subjects.. sigh.. mon dieu!gotta doze off soon i guess...before i skip another lecture tmr... bonne nuit...
-rhapsodyfcuk-
gotta sleep soon...

For an end simply means Fernando. -rhapsodyfcuk-
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12:10 PM

have you ever observed that upon crossing a road, some people would still press the traffic button though others have pressed it? some even press it a repeatedly... by pressing it more, does it mean the light's gonna turn green faster? :) it applies to lift too. sigh..

-rhapsodyfcuk-

For an end simply means Fernando. -rhapsodyfcuk-
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12:08 PM

Guess it's never too early to start living healthily. Agree?wif all the 'occasional' canned drinks, 'reasonable' bites of fries, n 'frequent' late-night stomach treat and many other sinful matters.. are we not going to store more fats on our hips n stomach?uh, tink of those uncle with smooth curve @ e front...sigh.. no way im gonna b like em... or those aunties with best-to-be-chopped-off flabs hanging down der... err...nah nah nah...so i begin the so-called health campaign proudly sponsored by rhapsodyfcuk.pte.ltd. lolwell, as absurd as it sounds, im actually following it closely... basically it consists of 20 self-imposed rules... lemme share with u in da phuture..but am feeling good...n u shd follow mine too... it works like no one's business...wakaka...

looking good= living healthily
dun take ur bod 4 granted uh...

If taking vitamins doesn't keep you healthy enough, try more laughter: The most wasted of all days is that on which one has not laughed. --Nicolas-Sebastien Chamfort
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For an end simply means Fernando. -rhapsodyfcuk-
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12:05 PM

Guys, i took some time off in the past to write... it kinda help me release all the ousting ideas and crazy fantasies buried deep inside ma brain... i cld go for hrs at times...well, just hoping tat u guys would read this piece. it's still undone... many more lines to follow up... share with moi ur comments...gotta improve n extend the story line...lol.. btw, it's fictional..n i wrote it like ages ago thus language wise wasnt fully developed...hee..:)thanks peeps!

“A beautiful girl!” Momo said. A kettle full of chocolate was cackling triumphantly to the girl’s birth. The gothic-looking mansion was dimly lit by two huge white candles ‘standing’ proudly at the sides of the newborn. The room was tinged with both happiness and sadness. Momo , carried the newborn in her arms tenderly whilst ‘wrapping’ the newborn in a clean satin cloth prepared by the house owner. I was delighted to hear the first cry of the infant though my heart went for the weeping relatives of the infant whose mother was no longer breathing shortly after delivery.Momo remained calm. She smiled and cuddled the infant for the last time before letting the proud father carry the baby girl. I stepped in. Momo gestured, an indication for me to make zero noise. I walked towards her. A lady poured me a cup of hot chocolate. “ Thanks!” I gave her a smile and quickly devoured the delicious chocolate. The drink heated my throat as it flowed down to my stomach, suddenly forgetting the cold and strong wind delivered by the Santa Claus as his pre-Christmas present.80-years-old Momo received a pouch full of coral blue sea shell from the baby’s father. That was huge sum of money. My heart throbbed; I was excited by the idea of new boots and hat. It was Momo’s promise that she would buy me what I have already hinted to her as my Christmas present upon receiving her pay.The huge renaissance-inspired door cracked open. “Jowie, shall we?” Momo waited, eyes fixed on mine. I quickly made the last sip of the chocolate and reached for her hand. I did not notice that Momo has made her way up to the exit. I was embarrassed. I ran after her. The family waved us goodbye reminding us to be careful with our steps. The high flying buttresses of the dark-clad mansion called for an hair-raising experience while large landscaped land beyond the house was uniformly clad by a ‘sheet’ of white snow. I almost mistook the garden as the footpath. I slipped after a few steps as I tried to glide with my smelly boots on that icy road; clothes drenched, knees bruised. Momo came to me just as her instinct told her that something wasn’t right. I cursed and blamed the crows nearby. I knew it doesn’t make sense, but I tend to curse things around me when I’m agitated. I remember that day as 24th December 1607 and I was expecting more enticing matters coming my way for Christmas was just the next day.24th December 1607 , Momo held my hands for the last time. Momo, my beloved granny, was attacked by a starved forest tiger which claws managed to disfigure her frail face on the return trip to our house. My heart was as fragile as our dilapidated house. Extreme fury crawled into my veins. I ran after the tiger when it succeeded to flee, picked up a long sharp twig along the way and hunted for the beast. My heart worked tremendously hard to keep up with the high adrenaline rush. I realized that the tiger was occupied by his freshly obtained flesh behind a rock alongside the stream. I jumped onto its shoulder, locked its angry body and stabbed the twig into its eyes. My arm was bitten and blood-covered. I cared for nothing. The beast attempted to make defense, despite, too much blood had been lost. It died instantly. I rushed back to Momo. Held her head in my arms, my countless tears trickled, washing off the fresh blood on her severed cheeks. I had no other kin. Momo, my only relative, is now dead. What a perfect Christmas present at a perfect timing, my mind anguished. I shouted my agony out against the mighty wind hoping God would stop the weather and revived Momo from the above. It was a hopeful wish built upon me to revive my hopeless soul. I waited no more. Soon, I shouldered Momo and maneuvered towards the only source of help that I could think of- the newborn’s house. The embarrassing thought of asking for help from someone who just gave you ‘spoons of rice’ was buried deep inside me as I reached the house’s front steel gate. I knocked once, twice, thrice. They didn’t hear me, or perhaps didn’t want to listen to the destitute ones. I wasn’t certain. Rains began pouring as if millions of water-filled buckets have been turned upside down by the Lucifer. I just wanted this gate to open so that I could dash into the house and bring my dear Momo back to life. I knew Momo was dead, but you readers should know how desperate I could be at the moment. The same lady who offered me that cup of chocolate peered out through one of their magnificent diamond-shaped windows obviously looking frantic at the sight of Momo. As unwillingly as she appeared, she walked towards the gate and gasped at what her eyes were beholding. She called out her house members who were only able to gasp the same way she did. A scene of pantomime. Sympathetic? Or disgusted? I didn’t know and I did not want to know. The lady gathered her strength and let me in. What an angel, I mused. My drown eyes woke up from the bed of pain and glowed instantly to welcome the newly found hope.“Joanne, would you call the ambulance NOW!!!” the infant’s father shouted. His radiant face resulted by his recent achievement of successfully contributing to his wife’s copulation was replaced by that of silent panic and sympathy. He was willing to help, I could see that. There was a joyful cry resonating in my heart. I shut my eyes for two seconds for a quick thank to God. I zoomed my surrounding only to realize that I was in an enormous hall kneeling on a freshly stained parquet floor caused by Momo’s blood. The infant’s father lifted me up and walked me to another part of the ‘house’. I wouldn’t want to let go of Momo. I was tricked by his nothing-has-happened way of speaking when he said that Momo would prefer being left alone while she’s ‘sleeping’. A 14-years-old boy, I was. The room that I entered was placid. He gave me an oversized shirt, apparently he had no son to borrow any clothes from. Personal butler’s? I’m not sure. I obeyed though. “Would you care to tell me what has happened?” He wiped his taut forehead. Don’t be frantic. I’m here to help you!” He landed his hands on my shoulder with a tightened grip. I cleared my quivering throat, wiped my wet eyes and cheeks and the leather couch and his shoes …not the last two though and commenced the telling of my disastrous ‘Christmas story’. I told him Momo’s face was bit off by the beast which had mistaken Momo as the sumptuous pounds of meat which we just purchased earlier. Momo tried to protect herself, the beast was annoyed, performed its thoughtless acts and took Momo off this world. I cried again. He embraced me immediately. “It’s alright, my little boy, you don’t have to carry on. I’m with you, you and Momo will be fine!” As young as I was, i could sense his paternal affection slowly rejuvenating my weak body.Just before the man poured me another cup of water, the room’s door creaked.“Jen, the doctor is here. He examined Momo and she is …” I wailed before she spoke of that taboo word. She quickly left the room; the man brought me back to where Momo was. He said Momo will be resting somewhere else and I have to say my last goodnight to her and so I did. I could not believe I was doing it. I could have stayed all night long and prayed to the Divine assuring myself Momo would be awaken. As rebellious as my heart felt to let go of Momo, I accepted the fact. Still with my swollen eyes, I missed Momo much, deep inside me Momo wasn’t dead, I trusted her that she would buy me my desired gift next Christmas and this memory was only enough to comfort me for the next few hours.That night, I stayed in one of the family rooms. My eyes refused to shut, my tear glands were functioning too well that my cheeks received constant wash. I’m alone now, I told myself. The man has earlier said that I could live with them temporarily before they find a foster home that does not mind admitting a young boy like me. I started to worry about my stay in the infant’s house since Joanne, the man’s wife, wasn’t glad at all with her husband’s decision. She said,” You little brat brought in a dead lady into my house when we are about to celebrate the birth of our first child at this moment. What a wonderful Christmas gift for us!” She locked her eyes onto mine fiercely.Momo ever told me, “ Jowie, you will grow up into a young fine man one day as long as you remain faithful in God and persevere in whatever you do. Do not let your guards down. Be strong! “. I repeated those lines to myself and retired for the bed, ignoring Joanne’s best-not-to-be-remembered words.I woke up the following day as I dreamt of Momo fumbling my hair by the bedside. I felt unusual waking up in a high ceiling room with large mirror posing elegantly at the window’s side. Have I mentioned that the room size was equivalent to twice of my entire ‘house’. I admired the room’s furniture- sleek, classy and eye-catching. I walked up and stood in front of the mirror checking on my teeth just as the door clicked open. There was no time to hide under the blanket, my feet were magnetized to the floor and I waited no more for my face to turn tomato.“Join us for breakfast, Jowie! See you in 10-minutes time at the garden, alright?!”, invited the lady who let me in into the house. I nodded solemnly. I felt afraid. Momo’s sudden death . . . dozing off in a different bedroom and now, having breakfast with an unknown family in an unfamiliar house. I went down quickly after assuring myself that they are good people as long as you slice your food quietly and sip your drink reasonably. I first met Jensen, the man, after which his wife showed up including the lady. There was a jar of milk, a plate of fresh vegetables and a plateful of toast. I could hear my stomach protesting, “Jowie, what are you waiting? Feed me now before that lady munches all the food.“ I swallowed my saliva and made no move.“Jowie, this is Joanne, my wife, and the lady next to her is her sister, Alba “. Jensen introduced and continued, “Please make yourself at home and enjoy this simple breakfast. Meet me at the study after breakfast. There is something I need to speak to you about “. His dimples made their first appearance. How lovely. Alba smiled too but Joanne was expressionless. She simply grabbed a toast and poured herself a glass of the milk. I made my move after Jensen and Alba. I perspired, nervousness crept in, my clammy hands and feet attempted to bring my body away from the table. I never know how to use fork and knife. We never bought those metal things for they are expensive. What’s more, we’ve our hands to replace them. I tried to breathe in slightly deeper and eventually put up with the self-created shame and devoured those foods with hands. Alba gave me a stunned look. Joanne frowned to her disgust while Jensen laughed heartily. “Don’t worry; we aren’t going to punish you for that. Make sure you fill your hungry stomach. I can hear it’s growling”.Despite Jensen’s initial laughter, breakfast was rather quiet with only a couple of questions thrown at me by Jensen and Alba like “how old are you?” Where are you parents?” Do you live somewhere here” or “do you have a good rest last night? “. I replied them matter-of-factly. I asked about the newborn. Jensen said she’s still sleeping; a caretaker was by her side accompanying her. I wanted to see her. I like babies much that I ever ask for a baby sister from Momo 6 years ago. (Knowing that she’s ‘dormant’ by now, the thought was so absurd.) Jensen nodded. As soon as we ended our stiff breakfast, he walked me to his room. “Don’t let him touch anything “.Warned Joanne before we left. I passed the same corridor where Momo ‘slept’ at last night. The corridor was spick and span; everything was in order and there was no blood stain whatsoever. The yester night’s memory rewind itself. I made an immediate shift of thoughts and stabilized myself. I focused my thoughts on Jensen and his baby daughter. I loved walking towards the room. The lily-fragranced corridor, the human-scale statue of horse-ridden warrior, the picture-perfect paintings and so on We reached the all-pink colored room after a long maze which left me with a little daze. The baby was sleeping soundly. She ‘shifted’ her tiny body and flexed her rosy cheek muscles very little as we pushed the door. Jensen slouched himself at the nearby couch. The room was well lit. Filtered sunlight touches the side of the bed aesthetically. I approached the newborn. For the first time, I smiled. She’s so adorable. I’ve never met such a beauty before. She looked just like her charming father. Good gene. With the initial desire of wanting to keep my lips close to her cheeks, I tickled her tiny fingers. I saw her move a little. Her breathing was so gentle. I touched her cheeks. “Let her sleep, shall we?” Jensen stood beside me. That’s the last time i see her. Jensen wanted to speak to me earlier. So he brought me to another magnificent rooms of his. The trip was short fortunately. I stepped into the room. Red curtains hung prominently on the ceilings creating a stark comparison to the all-black furniture. The garden view from the study was breathtaking. I pulled back the curtain to have a closer look. A fantastic room for a fantastic man like Jensen, I thought. He made a short careful detour to a shelf of old books, tidied up some of them and walked back to pull me a chair.“Please!” He commanded. I was so keen to listen to what he had in mind that I spoke before he did, “So, what’s the matter Mr. Jensen?”“Hmm.. You are excited. Take a seat over here.” Jensen quipped. I followed his instruction.“ Well, Jordique is waiting outside at the verandah, our appointment with Megine is at 12noon. Get ready, Jowie. We are leaving”. Jensen really puzzled me.“Hold on. Who is Megine? And where are we heading to?” my voice hastened.Jensen, with a nonchalant smile, spoke, “Your foster home, little boy”.Another transition I told myself. Can you take it, Jowie? My heart screamed. I was silent for a few seconds. Jensen looked at me, frowned, gesturing whether i was okay.I forced a comical smile. He fumbled my hair and smiled at me once again. The door was left open, and in a second, he was out of sight. I cuddled myself tightly and soon, I was in torrent of tears. Incredulous. Alba appeared rather down. Wasn’t sure why, though. Despite, her cheeks dimpled when she waved me goodbye. Joanne was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps, attending the newborn. (Checking on her whether I’ve done anything harmful to her dear daughter). Understandable, I thought. I stepped my ugly feet into Jensen’s black handsome car hoping that my future wouldn’t be as dark. The façade of Jensen’s ‘mansion’ was captured partially through the car’s side window. I peered down to look at Alba. She was gone. Sitting in this narrow car made me feel as if my entire life were suddenly shrunk into a world of loneliness and uncertainty. The car engines roared to life and soon, views surrounding the car took turns to display themselves like the ever-changing face of seasons. To think of it, my life was like a play.I was perspiring much during the one-hour journey. It went worst before the car skidded to a stop. I’ve wetted the leather seat where my hands rested on. I quickly wiped it with my oversize shirt, before Jensen caught me...

For an end simply means Fernando. -rhapsodyfcuk-
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12:02 PM

Anne Frank would have blogged her thoughts during her hideout if blogging was available in her time..

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For an end simply means Fernando. -rhapsodyfcuk-
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C'est Moi

Just an extraordinary man living in an ordinary world i love the weirdos, and advocate the deranged ones love me, and i will love you back am nice? arent u? god bless Anyway, meci beaucoup for visiting my blog. Have fun!

Cant live without

Like meeting people..munching, gyming, yoga

Can live without

Hypocrites, ugly ones,jk, liar

I listen to

Bon Jovi, James Blunt, Beyonce

Things that i do

i do bite my nails. i remember lyrics by reading them. my mind changes rapidly

Spit your words here

Non-dodo Blogs

others.

'November 2006' 'December 2006' 'January 2007' 'February 2007' 'March 2007' 'April 2007' 'May 2007' 'June 2007' 'July 2007' 'August 2007' 'September 2007' 'October 2007' 'November 2007' 'January 2008' 'February 2008' 'March 2008' 'April 2008' 'May 2008' 'June 2008' 'December 2008' 'August 2009'

Gratitudez

mommy, daddy, sista n frens with lotsa LOVE

Positive

Persevered, caring, straightforward

Negative

Spendthrift, vain, wild :P

Life's principle

No fear to anything. fill your life meaningfully