Time to update the drama blog! Sorry for the late update, I didn't have access to the computer =/ Well in this past week we've finished the camp as well as the farewell, however there may be another farewell, as the seniors have yet to speak to us and give us their testimonials, and we, them ...
But from Jacob's post I guessed most of the seniors still liked it, thanks to the whole of drama! Want me to list out all the names? then when you ctrl + S you can find you name!
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Thanks to Timothy, Cherisse, Gordon, Hilary, Jeremiah and Amanda for the valentine setting, it was really nice!
Thanks to Jean, Marie, Indah, Cleon, Joey, Li Zhen, Alexander and for the fun easter games and the cool decorations, guess the black box helped with the theme a bit as well haha, thank you PA 2!
Thanks to Charmaine, Delia, Kai Yong, Elissa, Nadelyn and Wei Rong for the food, it was amazing! Really good to eat haha, and you made enough / too much XD
Thanks to my group consisting of Haris, Venessa (stop spamming!), Jie Feng and Janice for helping me come up with ideas for the gifts =D
And thanks to the teachers for the booking of the PA2 and the cleaner for clearing us out and the room up =X I didn't say anything.
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The camp was succesful in a few ways, but you all know where you're lacking so please practice at home, now the competition is only a few weeks away, don't waste your time, practice when you can't sleep, when you're bathing, when you're stoning, just run through the lines, your actions, and your emotions, build your chracter up... Do this before it's too late
We plan to enforce the ground rules more in the coming drama sessions (on responsibility and respect) We will be taking action on those who come late. Also, the police competition is officially cancelled. It was held yesterday.
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Well, Marc wants to say something to all at drama, here goes:
To my dearest Drama Club of FMSS.
I have already left the school late last year; a great disappointment to some but yet a victory to the few who despised of my existence within the student body.
My name is Marc Ashley, otherwise known to many as the boy who left every time he earned a major role in every play he auditioned for(yes that sentence was the usual egomaniacal side of me). In my time in Fairfield, I was guilty of many convictions against me in the discipline region; yes I am arguably the most notorious in my batch, with a case file as thick as entire encyclopedia tenfold. Many times have I been visited by the police and have paid visits to the local prison. My passion in life is drama, I love the art, apart from metal, of which also a music scene I devote myself to. And drama, in every form has given me a sense of homage.
But during my turbulent years as a sigil of rebellion within the school, the only thing that kept me sane and a warming sense of comfort was to be with the peers of the drama club.
Sure, I hardly came during my first 2 years there, but in my third and final year, I made a decision to myself that I love the club, that it was there where I found existence in. It became more than faith and self-control for me to go to it, but damn, I loved the idea that I always had a prominent role in the play(s).
Every chance I had to show what an actor I am came to an immaculate halt because of my records; I hated myself, I hated the school, I became depressed and played with razors. Gradually, and suddenly, that’s what depression for me was. After I was booted out of the S.Y.F 2007, I was afraid to face my peers, I cried so much, I used to wake up every morning detesting the fact I’m still living. But given this short time, I want to thank the past, present and future members for what this club stands for, the love for each dramatist regardless of where they came from, what they did or where they will go to, but most of all, for the upheaval of drama.
The farewell was meant to end in tears, but tears only bring back the past don’t they? But tears will never relive the past.
Think about it, an odium such as me, would be tethering at the mercy of depression, in fear I will not be welcomed, but you guys, those who are leaving, those who left, those who just came or are to come, those who are still around, the teachers, instilled such a faith in me that I can only act ignorant to, but deep inside this bigoted ingrate you know as Marc Ashley, is the only child who craved attention and acceptance. You guys cured that craving and in an instant, made it an addiction.
Right now, I am in tears, yes, yes, I do get very emotional and cut myself (do not follow this idiotic example, I WARN YOU!) but I’ve never thought as myself as an emo (cause I can never stand the music! or the hair…hee!) but these tears are for the regrets I’ve made through my act of my own pleasure; my mistakes.
To those who do not know me, I’m Marc Ashley, your supposed senior.
Goodbye my beloved club, thank you so much for the exhausting games at the farewell and the dinner we had on the floor and the cleanup forced by the aunty, cheers to one and all and stay off the lines of discipline, trust me, it’s not worth it. I had to test it myself until I ended this way,
With regards, Marc Ashley Alexander Wahid.
P.S: I hope to see an ever strong club each year when I try to come back!.
Time to update the drama blog! Sorry for the late update, I didn't have access to the computer =/ Well in this past week we've finished the camp as well as the farewell, however there may be another farewell, as the seniors have yet to speak to us and give us their testimonials, and we, them ...
But from Jacob's post I guessed most of the seniors still liked it, thanks to the whole of drama! Want me to list out all the names? then when you ctrl + S you can find you name!
~
Thanks to Timothy, Cherisse, Gordon, Hilary, Jeremiah and Amanda for the valentine setting, it was really nice!
Thanks to Jean, Marie, Indah, Cleon, Joey, Li Zhen, Alexander and for the fun easter games and the cool decorations, guess the black box helped with the theme a bit as well haha, thank you PA 2!
Thanks to Charmaine, Delia, Kai Yong, Elissa, Nadelyn and Wei Rong for the food, it was amazing! Really good to eat haha, and you made enough / too much XD
Thanks to my group consisting of Haris, Venessa (stop spamming!), Jie Feng and Janice for helping me come up with ideas for the gifts =D
And thanks to the teachers for the booking of the PA2 and the cleaner for clearing us out and the room up =X I didn't say anything.
~
The camp was succesful in a few ways, but you all know where you're lacking so please practice at home, now the competition is only a few weeks away, don't waste your time, practice when you can't sleep, when you're bathing, when you're stoning, just run through the lines, your actions, and your emotions, build your chracter up... Do this before it's too late
We plan to enforce the ground rules more in the coming drama sessions (on responsibility and respect) We will be taking action on those who come late. Also, the police competition is officially cancelled. It was held yesterday.
~
Well, Marc wants to say something to all at drama, here goes:
To my dearest Drama Club of FMSS.
I have already left the school late last year; a great disappointment to some but yet a victory to the few who despised of my existence within the student body.
My name is Marc Ashley, otherwise known to many as the boy who left every time he earned a major role in every play he auditioned for(yes that sentence was the usual egomaniacal side of me). In my time in Fairfield, I was guilty of many convictions against me in the discipline region; yes I am arguably the most notorious in my batch, with a case file as thick as entire encyclopedia tenfold. Many times have I been visited by the police and have paid visits to the local prison. My passion in life is drama, I love the art, apart from metal, of which also a music scene I devote myself to. And drama, in every form has given me a sense of homage.
But during my turbulent years as a sigil of rebellion within the school, the only thing that kept me sane and a warming sense of comfort was to be with the peers of the drama club.
Sure, I hardly came during my first 2 years there, but in my third and final year, I made a decision to myself that I love the club, that it was there where I found existence in. It became more than faith and self-control for me to go to it, but damn, I loved the idea that I always had a prominent role in the play(s).
Every chance I had to show what an actor I am came to an immaculate halt because of my records; I hated myself, I hated the school, I became depressed and played with razors. Gradually, and suddenly, that’s what depression for me was. After I was booted out of the S.Y.F 2007, I was afraid to face my peers, I cried so much, I used to wake up every morning detesting the fact I’m still living. But given this short time, I want to thank the past, present and future members for what this club stands for, the love for each dramatist regardless of where they came from, what they did or where they will go to, but most of all, for the upheaval of drama.
The farewell was meant to end in tears, but tears only bring back the past don’t they? But tears will never relive the past.
Think about it, an odium such as me, would be tethering at the mercy of depression, in fear I will not be welcomed, but you guys, those who are leaving, those who left, those who just came or are to come, those who are still around, the teachers, instilled such a faith in me that I can only act ignorant to, but deep inside this bigoted ingrate you know as Marc Ashley, is the only child who craved attention and acceptance. You guys cured that craving and in an instant, made it an addiction.
Right now, I am in tears, yes, yes, I do get very emotional and cut myself (do not follow this idiotic example, I WARN YOU!) but I’ve never thought as myself as an emo (cause I can never stand the music! or the hair…hee!) but these tears are for the regrets I’ve made through my act of my own pleasure; my mistakes.
To those who do not know me, I’m Marc Ashley, your supposed senior.
Goodbye my beloved club, thank you so much for the exhausting games at the farewell and the dinner we had on the floor and the cleanup forced by the aunty, cheers to one and all and stay off the lines of discipline, trust me, it’s not worth it. I had to test it myself until I ended this way,
With regards, Marc Ashley Alexander Wahid.
P.S: I hope to see an ever strong club each year when I try to come back!.
