Raquel

A love-hate relationship.

It’s Sunday afternoon as I laze on my couch. The week has been hectic and finally there’s some time to rest as its exercise interval. Meanwhile, Raquel jumped onto the couch and lay beside me.

Raquel is my pet dog. She’s my baby. She entered my life on the valentines’ day of 2010. Yea, she’s a valentines’ pup and a special one too as the first day of Chinese New Year fell on that day. Though not a purebred, Raquel look totally like a Jack Russell. Her arrival brought joy to my family and I.

As I pet her, scenes of what we had before starting flashing through. We had actually been through so much. I recall myself always rushing home to find Raquel and play with her. She was so amusing then, tumbling around as she learned to walk and the scene where she slowly got to recognize her name being called. Such bliss the days were.

As she grew, hell started to break loose. She got wild as her teeth started to grow. She got the urge to chew. We understand that fact and bought her toys but that weren’t enough. Her urge was too great. Most of our furniture became the victim and worst of all, my shoes, MY PRECIOUS SHOES. My stuffs were targeted as well. That’s when I would flare up and shout at her causing her to go into hiding under tables. We decided to restrict her movement in the house and kept her in the kitchen.

It was really heart wrenching to hear as she cried and make lots of noise during the initial period but she soon adapted to it. Now, she will just wait for meals, ask for attention when anyone of us enter the kitchen and continue her chewing frenzy. She has become so fat in the process. LOL.

Though much damage was done to my house causing it to look like a battlefield, she still received much love from us. I do bring her out for walks now and then and it made me proud bringing her around. She’s so pretty. Her little habits and actions made her different from other dogs and thus I have this strong emphasis when talking about MY dog.

I realized I was smiling to myself when I came to from the drowning of the reminiscence. Raquel had fell asleep with her head lying on my lap. ‘Stupid girl.’ I said as I continue to laze in this lazy afternoon.

Raquel- notes

What is the story about? - A love-hate relationship.
Setting- Lazing with Raquel on a Sunday afternoon.
Motive- To relate the bond that Raquel and I share.
Confrontation- Recollection of the good and bad encounters we had.
Resolution- Came to from the drowning of reminiscence. Still loving her nonetheless.

Mein Kampf

Everyday is a struggle.

School has been kind of hectic with the tempo rising higher every day. Bit by bit I'm losing my playtime and bit-by-bit my world starts to revolve around homework. Today same as the past few days, was nothing but homework. I spent afew hours on Maya and InDesign till I'm spent. With much effort, I told myself to wash up before sleep. Then, something felt weird.

I couldn't really make up what the weird feeling was. I pondered as I wash up. Till lying in bed after drying my hair, I'm still pondering. 'Maybe I'm thinking too much.', that's what I said to myself. 'Get to sleep, you got a 9am class tomorrow.'

Minutes passed, my restlessness in bed has turned from small actions to tossing and turning. I STILL CAN'T GET TO SLEEP! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG?!

This is bad, this is real bad. I can't be late for the class tomorrow. I have missed one and I don't want to affect my attendance further. Just get to slumberland already. I took my phone and decided to take a look at my timetable.

I zoomed in the opened PDF file and went, 'F**KKKKK!!!!!' I actually forgot about the weekly story writing for Scriptwriting Module.

I on my MBP, went to my blog and.... stared at it blankly. It apparently lasted for afew minutes. My brain is fried. There isn't a single drop of brain juice left to be used. WHAT NOW?

DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

This was literally screaming in my head. I can't think up of anything to write.

Okay, stay calm. This problem can't be solved without composure. Just then, I realised that I approached this assignment in the wrong direction. I let out a long breath and started typing. With the help of my music player for shuffling to the right pieces of music, flow started to come in.

Words to sentences, sentences to paragraphs and finally to a passage forming this post. Yea this post, which you readers are reading caused my eye rings to appear. It was written with much sweat and effort. Now I can head to bed with peace... at least for tonight.

So near yet so far.

Who says with will, you can achieve anything?

Pain and fatigue are what remind us that we're alive. I'm limping and my vision is grainy. Every step is taking so much out of me. We're 100m away from the safehouse but we can't relax. We gotta keep our guards up as we have no idea how many of them are still lurking out there. Slowly and step by step, we approach the safehouse.

"Keep moving! Stay with me!", I could barely focus on her eyes while Raquel shouted, trying to keep me together. She laid all my weight on her shoulders and dragged me. Meanwhile, Nick was covering for us. He checked his remaining ammos. We are only left with one fully loaded magazine. Given this situation, it seems alright as we are less than 100m away from the safehouse and the coast is clear. That is, when you are optimistic but no, we can't afford that. The horde comes unexpectedly. The remaining ammos can't handle it. We need to move faster and I'm the burden.

Out of the blue, a shadow loomed over and past us followed by a loud crash. A boulder actually flew over us. Behind, standing more than 7 foot tall is the Tank. He was intending to incapacitate us with the boulder. The Tank let out a thunderous roar and charged towards us.

"GO! TAKE MKAY WITH YOU AND DON'T TURN BACK! I'LL DISTRACT HIM!", Nick ran off in a different direction while firing at the Tank.

Raquel urged me to move with more force this time. Now, we are less than 50m away. Almost there. Nick is buying time for us but it won't last long. The Tank is too strong. He can't handle the rampage alone.

40m.... 30m.... I'm losing sight and even my hearing is affected. Thud! Next thing I know, I'm lying face down and Raquel is gone. "SMOKER GOT ME!" This bloody infected has got Raquel with it's tongue and dragged her away. There's no way to save her. Nick is occupied with the Tank and I'm incapacitated. The smoke is gonna rob her of oxygen and finally her life.

All hope is gone. We are not living to see another sunrise. Then, the Tank shifted his focus. He's done with Nick and his rampage continues on me.

Script terms

1 sentence pitch- Any story in any medium that can be summarised in one sentence.

Logline- It's a one-sentence summary of a script.

Synopsis- An outline of the plot of a play, film, or book.

Character Bio- Biography of the characters in the story.

Storyline- Plot of the book, play or film.

Scene Breakdown- A crossplot that displays the locations, characters, and script pages necessary to each scene. Careful annotations of each scene in a play, with all necessary actors listed and some indication of the action and setting.

Beats- Sequence of events that the characters engages in. This series must occur in a sequence leading to the end of the story.

Plots/ Sub plots- The main events of a play, novel, movie, or similar work, devised and presented by the writer as an interrelated sequence.

Turning Points- A time at which a decisive change in a situation occurs, esp. one with beneficial results

Climax- The most intense, exciting, or important point of something; a culmination or apex

Script- The written text of a play, movie, or broadcast

Hook- A cut to captivate the viewers. A teaser.

Motive- The goals of the character.

Conflict- Problems between the characters in a story.

Resolution- The result of the conflict in the story.

Outcome- The conclusion of the story.

Character description.

Person A: Poonanie
Tall, lean and full of shit. Part of the Jackass Union. Always have a habit of looking at an angle when looking afar. An extreme straight guy that gives the gay vibe. Believes alcohol is the remedy to everything. To him, mainstream music is crap and has a quirky fashion sense. Despite his looks, he seem to have difficulty getting gf. Mainly because of his hot and cold attitude towards things.  Random much. Regards friendship upmost. Always in the limelight be it good or bad. Though these get him tired, he still try to get the fun going.

Person B: Mangsir
Tanned and buff. Looks like a Malay but is a Chinese. A Chinese but with no Chinese name. He even conjured one for his mother tongue paper. Another joker part of the Jackass Union. Someone who likes to talk about plans and tries to keep with it. Mostly screwing it up. An half-ass musician with the love to tease people especially in the lewd way. Though he's always talking to girls and flirting around, he ranked top as the one to settle down first in the clique.

It's lunchtime period and the eating place is as packed as hell. The weather is hot and with empty stomach, everyone is angsty and eager to get a seat fast. Poonanie and Mangsir split up in search for seats and in the midst of it the stumbled upon the same seat. It's damn lame that they actually didn't notice that they were vying for the same seat. As both approach closer, they saw a tissue paper lying on it.

Mangsir: Hey, somebody booked this seat already sia. Use tissue paper somemore.
Poonanie: Don't care, just sit only. I'll take this seat then you can take another seat when the other people at this table leave. (Takes a piece of tissue paper from the seat and wipes his sweat.)

Just then, the owner of the tissue pack came and claim that the seat is his. Both Poonanie and Mangsir ignored him and continue to linger at the seat.

Owner: Excuse me, could you please stand up as I have already booked this seat. The tissue pack on the seat is mine.
Mangsir: We didn't see any tissue packs when we came so just buzz off.
Owner: But...
Mangsir: But what? Buzz off.
Poonanie: How about we settle it with alcohol?

Owner find it ridiculous and left the scene.
Lame? Yea I know. Cause I ran out of brain juice. Imma let it end this way. Like it or not that's your prob as I'm the author of this lame passage.

Define story

Story. What is a story? As the dictionary states, it's an account of imaginary or real people and events told for  entertainment. Life is a also story. It's happening everywhere. Even the process of creating this post is a story. It's just a matter of the degree of entertainment value.

 I'm still conjuring up shit for this post. A hard time indeed as I'm more accustomed to Twitter.

Come on... come on...  ..........
My brain still can't get anything out.

-krik krik- -krik krik-

Bye.