Love story: Transition
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Once again, the third story wrote by yunhaier - Transition - is here. Finally completed this, probably will take damn long before I write another one.
Based on past production...
Dark Clouds (First screen on: 17 March 2003)
with 212 post and 9180 views
Bus Ride (First screen on: 27 December 2002)
with 213 post and 10126 views
...Will this be a smashing hit with more posts and views?
*** This time, an original-composed theme song (Zu ti qu), comes with this story. For people who are interested, can request this song from FireIce to play through SMS (Sgforum Music Station), though she has requested (by me) not to distribute the file... yet. But until the story ends and when I have discuss it with the actual composer, I will not release the mp3 file.
Title: Tong Hua
Composer (Zuo Qu) - Douglas (r3iz)
Lyric (Zuo Ci) - Kelly Poon
Vocalist - Kelly Poon
Music Arrangement: jian-pan-xian-zi aka hebaodan (einein)
Story by (Gu Shi): yunhaier
Official Broadcast: Sgforums (Aunt Agony)
Official Radio Station: SMS
And of course, special thanks to FireIce.
This is wholly distributed and marketed by yunhaier the vampire. All right reserved.
P.S: Yes, Kelly Poon is the Jue dui superstar. You can support me, by supporting r3iz by supporting Kelly. And no, she doesn't even know a sh!t about this, so this is not planned IMC (Integrative-marketing-forgot liao... laurence82 pls enlighten me ) to earn her more votes. Pls hor, if you think she is talented, then can probably drop some vote, but if not, its ok as well. Just felt that I have to credit people involved in this production and since she is currently in this competition, might as well.
*** List of people interested in the song:
tripudio_mutatio
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Pls ignore ANY grammar , vocab or language error. yunhaier don't edit, or rather, the lack of time.
P.S: Will be posting one chapter every 2-3 days. Interested people can read and follow.
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Chapter 1
I hit the lift button.
The same monotonous sound signaled the squeaky opening of the reluctant lift door; like how monotonous and annoying my life has grew to become. I mean, it wasn’t that bad, but surely, it was definitely bad enough. I have been through all sort of failed relationship that’s beyond my very control: from death of my love ones to fated separation – the notion of love began to sprout cynical roots, mutating maliciously into my subconscious. I hated the idea of that happening to my life, but what can I possibly do? Heaven make sport of men – I am of no exception.
I am not God; I canÂ’t stop him from meddling people into my life, create a chaotic mess and get them out in an instant- like how we make markings into wet cements, watch the prints dry and become permanent. It stays with us foreverÂ… our memories.
As I got engrossed with my train of thoughts and the old lift door was about to close, a familiar face disrupted my steady flow of depressing thoughts; it was Snowy, my neighbour of several years. Our mothers knew each other at the local wet market through countless bargaining session, although their children were absolute stranger. ItÂ’s the kind of people whom you recognise, acknowledge and saw pretty often, but you donÂ’t really talk to them: Snowy belonged to that category.
There was an exchange of faint smile, nothing more. Eyes darted all corners of the lift, refusing to look into each otherÂ’s personal space as the lift rumbled and moved.
‘Hey, I should probably say Hi or something…sometimes its pretty awkward this way...’
Feelings into thoughts and before thoughts could translate into action, the lift door opened to her level. Snowy walked briskly down the stairs as I watched her vanished beyond a corner.
‘Probably next time…’
ThatÂ’s the tenth time I told myself.
Seriously, I donÂ’t mind having her as a friend. To top it up, she looked gorgeous beneath that plain-jane dressing. I have seen it before: when she really dressed well, she really looked good. You know the kind of women who needed the extra effort to make themselves good look? Again, she belonged to that category.
Then the shiny metallic door reflected my mirror-image as I stared at myself; how on Earth could a below-average, in all aspects, guy ever hoped to have anything to do with her? I mean it’s more than just the lack of confidence and self esteem – it’s about being realistic and practical. She would probably nod her head, smile and that’s it. And the tricky part is: I think she is currently unavailable. So nope… I am not going to look like a fool and bring this awkwardness to new heights.
‘Yes mum I am back!’
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woohoo...new story
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..........im lost
issit a movie or wat? -
Story...Originally posted by alexkusu:..........im lost
issit a movie or wat? -
Oh thanks.Originally posted by Devil1976:Story... -
I am lost too leh...
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Originally posted by alexkusu:Oh thanks.
Just watch this space.Originally posted by progene:I am lost too leh...
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let her finish first.
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Ok...Originally posted by Yunhaier:Just watch this space.
Cheers
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It has been quite some time.
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have always loved yunhaier's posts, all very sensible.. and now a story.. im gonna love this one.
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Its great filled with bombastic words. Look out grammar wise.
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Chapter 2
I reached home. Bathed, settled my dinner, before dumping all my dusty marketing books and notes onto the study desk: my exams were drawing perilously closed.
But nevertheless, I just canÂ’t source for the motivation to study. It runs in my blood; my brother canÂ’t study for nuts and I lacked the discipline and focus to read something completely theoretical when in fact, a lot of marketing terms are actually simple theory in explanation. The entire book looked complicating and menacing, but actually if you were to break down into its DNA, it could be absorbed easily, even by screwed brains like me.
‘Boy ar, I got you these pants from the streets. And you KNOW what? I bargained with Aunty Wong and it merely cost five bucks each!’
It was my mum.
You know how woman become ecstatic when they have successfully gotten a great deal in terms of price against quality and quantity, especially if they have reduced the actual retail price through bargaining, even though in the first place, it was already a bargain. Customer satisfaction is measure through the price he or she pays, against that of the level of satisfaction he or she gains from the product. If the latter is significant higher, you would probably see her in future purchase and we labelled them as loyal customersÂ…
I often find myself learning better from reality rather than hitting books.
I went through my boring books for almost two hours, before my concentration got completely distorted. When I felt that I have been reading the same old page for like ten minutes; I knew I was gone for the day.
Finally, after an emotional struggle, I made a decision to turn on my computer and prepare my daily doze of internet surfing. I canÂ’t seemed to live a day without the internet, something will seem amiss; somewhat like when you forgot to brush your teeth for the day. In some sense, I am mildly addicted to my computer. Especially these days, when there is huge influx of people-connection site like Friendster, or whatsoever.
I hate to succumb to peer pressure, but there I was, surfing these sites.
‘Interesting, there is this girl who messaged me, in my friendship account’ I thought oddly to myself.
‘Hihi, are you Cloud?’
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Chapter 3
‘Of course I replied her,’ I said, as munched on my ham and egg sandwich.
‘And what do you say?’ said Jon, my best guy buddy. He’s a great guy, the kind of friend who will speak a lot of crap, but beneath that deranged mind and words, is real helpful advice.
‘I said yes and asked her how she knew me lar.’
‘Duh! She is definitely YOUR secret admirer you stupid fool. You don’t see that happening to you everyday? Duh…’
‘Oh please,’ I muttered as I stuffed the final piece of sandwich into my mouth, ‘she could probably be an old friend or something? How the hell am I suppose to know the identity of a person through mere nick? You don’t find much people hanging onto the same nick for years like me.’
‘Yes…yes… then what?’
‘So that’s it. Waiting for her reply?’
‘Good luck my friend,’ smiled Jon before slamming a pat onto my shoulder and walked away; Jon got to attend his tutorial.
I got up, stepped into the computer lab and heeded straight for the first available computer, with the first available seat. Beside me was a group of students, busy making their final preparation for their upcoming project presentation. I just finished mine; reveling at the fact that I have all the time in the world to enjoy now.
I checked my mailbox; nothing.
‘I guess I just have to wait until she get back home first,’ I thought to myself. But definitely, that doesn’t stop me from surfing the net while getting lost in the world of MP3 through my trusty I-Pod. From reading online news to checking out the lyric for the latest hit song, to even learning how to cook spaghetti; without realizing how much time I have spent, it was already five o’clock.
With some hesitation though, I checked my mailbox again.
‘Yeah, I am the girl staying at your block. Not sure if you know me… I am Snowy and not sure if you ever knew that our mums are market kakis... LOL!’
‘She is Snowy?!’
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ahh....so our vampire has a soft spot
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hihi why all the names got to do with clouds.. hehe last time also like tat....
HEhe i like your stories... WO YONG YUAN ZI CHI NI~~~ -
Originally posted by akino:hihi why all the names got to do with clouds.. hehe last time also like tat....
HEhe i like your stories... WO YONG YUAN ZI CHI NI~~~ 
*touched*
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sibeh emotional
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You like mah...Originally posted by kopiosatu:sibeh emotional
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eh, why production so slow??? FASTER
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Yunhaier man...u write good stories...but just a small question....your story "bus ride" i rmember the girl also called "snow" right?
Anyway...keep up the good work and try to make it a happier ending...at least not so heartaching ya? -
simple and nice....i like it...
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Hopefully not a repetation of the former.
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x2Originally posted by StarPuppy:Yunhaier man...u write good stories...but just a small question....your story "bus ride" i rmember the girl also called "snow" right?
Anyway...keep up the good work and try to make it a happier ending...at least not so heartaching ya?
can we pls not have a sad ending...