<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:54:10.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortfilm Project</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-1617119676621541106</id><published>2009-09-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:33:37.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new schedule for 20-09-10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;GREAT work everybody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NEW SCHEDULE FOR TOMORROW:&lt;br /&gt;MEET 6pm at West Mall aka Bukit Batok MRT station control.&lt;br /&gt;1) injury scene&lt;br /&gt;2)kitchen/balcony scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BELOW is the part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCRIPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits down on the couch, front view. She begins to mug and looks up for a while./&lt;br /&gt;In view of frame behind shoulder. She sees the photo frame and then at him in the balcony . Sparked her curiousity./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts down the pen. View of close up./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A How we film: 2 cameras following the 2 people talk&lt;br /&gt;B Close up parts with mouth&lt;br /&gt;C Close up parts with no audio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From view of frame close-up front, we see her reflection and she touches it./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be really upset." she says loud from that view./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" from view in the kitchen where he takes up from drawer. He pauses to wonder if she was talking to him. She replies and he looks on./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your mum, you must have been really close to her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles in reminiscence. "She had always been the one there for me since my dad passed away when I was 8... I was really sad she passed but now I'm okay. I concentrate on my work now." He says as he places cup on table and pours it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...what do you work as?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm. I am a transcriber for an online news agency... Just, you know...stay at home and transcribe stuff interviews and articles. (laughs) It's crazy.” he finishes the pouring and brings the drink back into fridge. "Well at least with the advancement of technology these days, i don't have to see my boss face to face. That is a consolation."/&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl laughs. "Well I hope it pays you well. That is all that matters these days isn't it? Good education, good job, good pay. I am graduating this summer, really trying hard to get a first class honors. The society is so competitive nowadays, it is important that i have the edge when i get out to the real world."&lt;br /&gt;"That is true. But my job gets really dry. I don't really get to talk to anyone when I'm working. The only human voices i get to hear nowadays are from the transcripts." (chuckles, he pours finish the drink.)&lt;br /&gt;"You're actually the first person I had a decent conversation in a long time you know?" as he takes the cup and walks off frame./&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious?"&lt;br /&gt;“Yea.” he says distracted.( when he is out of the kitchen and walks to her in the balcony.)&lt;br /&gt;He brought a large cup of drink for her at the balcony. She smiles at him but he doesn't notice. The text 'It was a cold drink but it warmed her heart.' is on the cup. Camera turns away oddly and quickly to bring us to colour./&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;br /&gt;We Landscape brings us to the view of the 2 back to back. She seems to sense something, turns to face him. 'Eric' she mouths in zoom, it echos to reality.../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 4-Talking Gets Personal&lt;br /&gt;“Eric?” her mouth as well./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yar?"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You...ever had a girlfriend before?” back view sihouette./&lt;br /&gt;Front view of 2. “Erm...” He chuckled and looked down with a smile. It was then that she realized the inappropriate nature of her question in the conversation./&lt;br /&gt;After an awkward while for the both of them, he managed to murmur a “I met this girl online once, but it didn't work out.”/&lt;br /&gt;back view, ''Oh..how come?' concerned./&lt;br /&gt;"I guess,(pause) it just wasn't real enough." forced smile/&lt;br /&gt;Eric looked back to the outside. Suddenly the flat was a void to Eric and he could feel the emptiness of its corners. Wide view of the emptiness as he stood alone in the balcony. Awkward Silence and empathic expression from Cheryl that leads into illusion./&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;br /&gt;Camera pans full circle, Close of dude then back to girl removing blindfolds. Cameraman in the middle . Cut back to exact same emphatic expression. Her blindfold is removed and looks at him with understanding. She reaches out to him with hand. He turns head sideways, recognizing a presence./&lt;br /&gt;He smiles back at her. "So...what about you?"/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No la, too busy..."She said lying too./&lt;br /&gt;"No one in your university you fancy?"/&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. Studies is my priority now."/&lt;br /&gt;There was a silence. She placed the cup down and began wrenching her ankle which still stung from the fall on the way home./&lt;br /&gt;“Are you okay?” he said genuinely concerned, walking to her./&lt;br /&gt;“I fell.” she looks up at him./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART 5-SILENT/WHISPERY PART&lt;br /&gt;(SILENT SCENE)&lt;br /&gt;He looks at the wound and walks off. Ambiguous in intent./&lt;br /&gt;Girl looks as he walks off. She winced at a sudden jolt of pain caused by her own wrenching./&lt;br /&gt;From back view,foreground boy, focus: girl. he returns with a box where he took out some bandage and lotion./&lt;br /&gt;She was still in pain. He sat next to her on the right. She turned to him and propped her left leg on his lap./&lt;br /&gt;He opened the pouch. He dabbed purple liquid on the affected area and wrapped cloth on her ankle. He smoothed the wrinkles on the tape out slowly. He watched her to see if he is hurting her. She is silent for a while./&lt;br /&gt;She lunged forward, a silent wince. View of the 2 first, then on the arm as she grabbed his arm, wincing from the pain. A feeling of closeness affects him seen through the close up of his face from arm./&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry...” He whispered./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No it's me.” She whispered back. She fell back again onto the couch. Her hand loosened and slowly slid off his. He gripped her palm just before it left his And their hands that held settled down comfortably on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;There was a long silence as he continued to bandage the area. We see him see her. He is more careful this time. We see him look at her as she lay on the couch. A woman so close to him now. He forgot about the wound he was fixing as he admired how her hair flopped like frozen ocean waves on the couch. Her face read a beautiful grin.Camera moves to his face for awhile./&lt;br /&gt;“Cheryl... Maybe someone might have came home already maybe you can go check,'' he said without looking at her. Because there was no reply, he looked at her, "Cheryl?”/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shifts listlessly obviously not listening. He realized she was comfortably lying back on the couch eyes closed and slightly smiling. He looks at her. Camera moves off her face to brighter blank wall.../&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;br /&gt;From sky down, we see that he removes his blindfold. He smiles from view behind her. She smiles from view behind him. Camera moves behind her head and into the darkness of the hair, follow up darkness of the next scene.../&lt;br /&gt;View of the window, Dark furniture due to setting sun, camera pans to window, the sky should be a deep purple against the red setting sun./&lt;br /&gt;We see a closeness of the two people, a sense of comfort from being together that evening. Maybe how skins of both of them in one frame at many parts./&lt;br /&gt;We see his face looking out at a distant. A slight satisfaction and comfort can be seen from him. Probably from a level ground birds eye view./&lt;br /&gt;In view of his back, we see him look out of the window. Camera pans to window and light brightens out everything, bringing us to the illusion.../&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits-&lt;br /&gt;Duality of objects seen before.&lt;br /&gt;Eg. 2 toothbrushes&lt;br /&gt;2 cups&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs of shoes outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-1617119676621541106?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/1617119676621541106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=1617119676621541106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/1617119676621541106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/1617119676621541106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-schedule-for-20-09-10.html' title='new schedule for 20-09-10'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-1933321227747823840</id><published>2009-09-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T18:12:09.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHEDULE UPDATED</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When You Came Over Filming Sequencing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun and exciting terms to be familiar with:::::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;OVERRUNNING- we are filming overtime, meaning we might need to stay longer than planned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;UNDERRUNNING- we are filming faster than we expect, means more time to slack.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;thats all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;WELFARE- There is a total of about 1HR ++ break time planned in the schedule and $10.00 relax money for crew (got a CHEERS @ film site). Anyone up for pizza dinner when filming in the house?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;START:::::::::&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Chinese Garden (Before actors arrive: Forest and trees shots. Test tripod scenes)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Jungle walking fast shots through forest&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Walking out of jungle shots&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Feet walking into/through clearing shots&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Jerome is found deep in forest curled up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Jasmine grapples for paper all around her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.45PM-3.30PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Chinese Garden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Meeting scene&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;BOTH:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="list-style-type: decimal"&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Pass by the girl who stands there in the clearing. He stops behind her.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Girl senses and turns (3 views: 2 panning, single from back, mouth close-up 'Eric")&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Camera moves one circle, dude, girl- camera man in middle- she removing blindfold, back to the dude, she reaches out to him. then on couple view, she is alr touching her face.(2 views: 2 panning, double shot .)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Hand already on his shoulder, he turns to face her and removes his blindfold and he smiles curtly. She smiles back. (2 From behind heads shot.)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Faraway shot: Grass... Blindfolds... Far away people... End...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.30PM-4PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;TRAVEL TO MY AUNT'S HOUSE VIA DAD's CAR/TAXI.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4PM-4.30PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;neighbor's door front scene for jasmine. Jerome BRREEEEAAAKK.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(3 views: single close-up face, panning back view, side view)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;B&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;real door front meet for 'first time' and walk in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(many many views: special glass bottle view.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;C&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to stay or not to stay scene.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(many many views: special Jerome singularity)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.30-4.50PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;BRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKKK&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.50-5.20PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;close up of things &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(old photos, personal things)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;balcony scenes with soya bean drink and more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(front of window, back view, 45 degree angle.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.20-5.50PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;E ***tricky scene. Vocals recorded ONLY in kitchen. VISUALS of girl outside recorded outside...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;kitchen scene jerome. Jasmine to read lines aloud, voice recording.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(close ups, side view with walk off, front view.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;F&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;couch injury scene. silent/whispery&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(panning double view. 2 seperate cameras. stand on table shot as well.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.50-6.20PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;DINNER BREAAAAAAAKKKK + photo shoot for DVD cover :-D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.20-6.40PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;H&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;toilet shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;( Only view of chest and above.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;G&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;jerome's room shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(view from behind the camera)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.45PM&lt;/b&gt;----------------------IT'S AAAAA WWWRRRRAAAAPPPP!&lt;/p&gt; 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line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHEN YOU CAME OVER (LENGTH 5MINS)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROMINENT CHANGE IS THE RED AND BLUE PART&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART 1-Introduction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;LOCATION A: A pathway, HDB flat lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Girl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;Flashing images of trees.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;Flashing images of HDB flats/ show as parallel universes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff8000"&gt;Walking fast through a row of trees./* remember direction of run: RIGHT.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of legs walking fast through a row of pillars./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Head moving fast across flats./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of 45 up, unveil her face and image of chao mugger as she walks fast past camera./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of her front, she runs and trips over something and she goes off screen./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;Camera pans out to show her on all fours the grass, unveil paper everywhere, still close-up. She grapples for paper, blindfolded, wondering what to do. Forest looms over her. A metaphor for education where we don't know what we are studying for./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view from her level where she crouched after falling, from her last paper on the floor she picks up, she curses, wrenching her foot. She quickly picks up the last piece, stands up and runs off view./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She dashes at the landing of HDB, slightly limping./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;LOCATION B: *HDB 2 sided doorway landing. CAST: Girl and Boy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Close up view of doorway. , Reaches house door, she presses bell but no one was in./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Front profile of girl. She could not believe this. She doesn't call out, no one talks here. She takes out her BLACKBERRY, calls but no reply. (filmed with angela on the same book held on the day.) She grunts./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Urgent for the restroom, her legs wobbled and twisted into a knot./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Further viewpoint where we can see both doors of her house and her neighbors'. She looked at the neighbors door, considering whether she should use her neighbors. A look of contemplation where camera view follows her line of sight./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 2: Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOCATION B: Dark Studyroom&lt;span style="color: #b34700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CAST: Boy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Trees and branches. Camera pans into deeper.Camera moves into view of a guy crouching in a deep part of the forest.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Knocking sounds lead into reality comes in.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333"&gt;He stirs and looks to the direction from where the knocking is from. We see that he is &lt;/span&gt;in a dim study room where the computer is the only thing lit. He rests on arm after awhile at his desktop as he finishes his stick. Puzzled for awhile and ignoring the first few, he goes to open door she he walks off screen./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Moving through grass still in forest, We see walking male legs walking through thick greens, through tall lallang and soon into open grass./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;He walks into clearing and walks past the girl standing there, he senses something ne&lt;span style="color: #ff8000"&gt;ar. They are f&lt;/span&gt;acing back to back./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Knocking./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART 2- Meeting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;LOCATION C: Felicia's House&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Using glass bottle effect to simulate peephole, we are in perspective of boy peering out at the girl fidgeting outside./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of inside the house, the door opens to capture girl's surprise when she it isn't the usual aunty but a dude./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From view behind the girl, He stared back at her. “May I help you?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From view from inside his house at her. Her voice higher than usual, visibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry I rushed out today and I forgot to take my keys and I need to use the toilet...” she smiled at him pathetically, holding her waist/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From view of girl, within the conversation, a glimpse of boy's reaction, looking at the locked door opposite./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From behind her, He does not look at her now, backs away to let her in. “Sure.” She kicked off her heels and scampered past him./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From front view shoulder up, she sits on toilet to 'relieve' herself, she looks around. She sees Soap bottles. An ivy green towel draped at a ledge beside a pair of jeans. A pair of toilet slippers. She turns her head, A magazine on the ledge, mens health? A shaver. A toothbrush in a cup. Singularity is being translated to the literal sense in following scene.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Scene cuts to boy sitting on sofa alone and waiting, view front./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Same view, she appears/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of her waist up, cam follows her. she is rather embarrassed as she grabs her handbag again, but thankful.“I-I’ll go now.” she slipped her handbag onto her shoulder./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Okay.” He stood up politely./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She turned and opened the door. That was when the umbrella holder adjacent to the door toppled down by her push. The umbrellas slid out in all angles./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He lunged forward. “It’s alright. I can”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I’m so sorry.” She squatted down to pick up the umbrellas and broom but kicked off the stack of shoe boxes from the wire rack and it fell down too./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View from the bottom up. He helps her. “It happens to me too all the time.” And the mess was cleared fast./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View from back, She stood up and opened the door. Peering out./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of him arranging the last box. “You can wait here in my place till she comes home.” he suggested./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Oh no, I’m fine waiting outside, I think I've disturbed you enough.” She said as she picked up her handbag again. She moves to the side off frame, we see him behind her./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“No you have not.” He insisted. View of him closer, looking at her from her behind./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View, back of her. She was visibly embarrassed, but busied with her shoe. At the gate, she turned back at him with a question that surfaced, “Sorry...but doesn’t an old lady live here? ” (awkward smile) She said as she slipped on one of her heels./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;"Oh. You must mean my mum. She passed two months ago."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Oh god no…” She gasped again, covering her face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I din mean to bring up-” view of behind him of her./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“-its alright.” His face, as he interrupted. Trying to change subject. “Anyway, I’m Eric.”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I’m Cheryl.” her voice softens as she stands upright./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Cheryl." he says, his view./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Yup. She looks away and smiles back at him.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“You really should stay for awhile. I can get you a drink or maybe something to eat? I have tao hui jui." View of both./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of her, She pondered for a moment, looking sullenly at her own home that she was locked out of. She looked at him and he wore a look that made her smile./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From her view, he stands hehind her, “that will be nice.” She finally gave in. he walks to the kitchen and she closes the door behind them both./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She walked to the balcony to look at the view as he proceeded to the kitchen. She glances at him before he disappears into the kitchen. She turns and looks out of the windows./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 3- Talking Part&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;She sits down on the couch, front view. She begins to mug and looks up for a while./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;In view of frame behind shoulder. She sees the photo frame and then at him in the balcony . Sparked her curiousity./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;She puts down the pen. View of close up./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;From view of frame close-up front, we see her reflection and she touches it./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;"You must be really upset." she says loud from that view./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #0000ff"&gt;"Huh?" from view in the kitchen where he takes up from drawer. He pauses to wonder if she was talking to him. She replies and he looks on./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;"Your mum, you must have been really close to her?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #0000ff"&gt;He smiles in reminiscence. "She had always been the one there for me since my dad passed away when i was 8... I was really sad she passed but now I'm okay. I concentrate on my work now." He says as he places cup on table and pours it out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;"Oh...what do you work as?” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #0000ff"&gt;“Hmm. I am a transcriber for an online news agency... Just, you know...stay at home and transcribe stuff interviews and articles. (laughs) It's crazy.” he finishes the pouring and brings the drink back into fridge. "Well at least with the advancement of technology these days, i don't have to see my boss face to face. That is a consolation."/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;Cheryl laughs. "Well I hope it pays you well. That is all that matters these days isn't it? Good education, good job, good pay. I am graduating this summer, really trying hard to get a first class honors. The society is so competitive nowadays, it is important that i have the edge when i get out to the real world."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #0000ff"&gt;"That is true. But my job gets really dry. I don't really get to talk to anyone when I'm working. The only human voices i get to hear nowadays are from the transcripts." (chuckles, he pours finish the drink.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #0000ff"&gt;"You're actually the first person I had a decent conversation in a long time you know?" as he takes the cup and walks off frame./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #ff0000"&gt;"Are you serious?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Yea.” he says distracted.( when he is out of the kitchen and walks to her in the balcony.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He brought a large cup of drink for her at the balcony. She smiles at him but he doesn't notice. The text 'It was a cold drink but it warmed her heart.' is on the cup. Camera turns away oddly and quickly to bring us to colour./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;We Landscape brings us to the view of the 2 back to back. She seems to sense something, turns to face him. 'Eric' she mouths in zoom, it echos to reality.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 4-Talking Gets Personal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Eric?” her mouth as well./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;"Yar?"/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“You...ever had a girlfriend before?” back view sihouette./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Front view of 2. “Erm...” He chuckled and looked down with a smile. It was then that she realized the inappropriate nature of her question in the conversation./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;After an awkward while for the both of them, he managed to murmur a “I met this girl online once, but it didn't work out.”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;''Oh..how come?' sitting down and concerned./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;"I guess,(pause) it just wasn't real enough." forced smile/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Eric looked back to the outside. Suddenly the flat was a void to Eric and he could feel the emptiness of its corners. Wide view of the emptiness as he stood alone in the balcony. Awkward Silence and empathic expression from Cheryl that leads into illusion./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Camera pans full circle, Close of dude then back to girl removing blindfolds. Cameraman in the middle . Cut back to exact same emphatic expression. Her blindfold is removed and looks at him with understanding. She reaches out to him with hand. He turns head sideways, recognizing a presence./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He smiles back at her. "So...what about you?"/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;"No la, too busy..."She said still staring into her cup, lying too./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;"No one in your university you fancy?"/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;"Nope. Studies is my priority now." Fake smile/ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;There was a silence. She placed the cup down and began wrenching her ankle which still stung from the fall on the way home./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Are you okay?” he said genuinely concerned, walking to her./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I fell.” she looks up at him./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART 5-SILENT/WHISPERY PART&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;(SILENT SCENE)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He looks at the wound and walks off. Ambiguous in intent./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Girl looks as he walks off. She winced at a sudden jolt of pain caused by her own wrenching./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From back view,foreground boy, focus: girl. he returns with a box where he took out some bandage and lotion./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She was still in pain. He sat next to her on the right. She turned to him and propped her left leg on his lap./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He opened the pouch. He dabbed purple liquid on the affected area and wrapped cloth on her ankle. He smoothed the wrinkles on the tape out slowly. He watched her to see if he is hurting her. She is silent for a while./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She lunged forward, a silent wince. View of the 2 first, then on the arm as she grabbed his arm, wincing from the pain. A feeling of closeness affects him seen through the close up of his face from arm./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Sorry...” He whispered./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“No it's me.” She whispered back. She fell back again onto the couch. Her hand loosened and slowly slid off his. He gripped her palm just before it left his And their hands that held settled down comfortably on the couch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333"&gt;There was a long silence as he continued to bandage the area. We see him see her. He is more careful this time. &lt;/span&gt;We see him look at her as she lay on the couch. A woman so close to him now. He forgot about the wound he was fixing as he admired how her hair flopped like frozen ocean waves on the couch. Her face read a beautiful grin.&lt;span style="color: #333333"&gt; Camera moves to his face for awhile./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Cheryl... You should have left the door open. Your mum might have returned already... he said without looking at her. Because there was no reply, he looked at her, "Cheryl?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She shifts listlessly obviously not listening. He realized she was comfortably lying back on the couch eyes closed and slightly smiling. Camera moves off her face to brighter blank wall.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;From sky down, we see that he removes his blindfold. He smiles from view behind her. She smiles from view behind him. Camera moves behind her head and into the darkness of the hair, follow up darkness of the next scene.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Dark furniture due to setting sun, camera pans to window, the sky should be a deep purple against the red setting sun./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;We see a closeness of the two people, a sense of comfort from being together that evening. Maybe how skins of both of them in one frame at many parts./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;We see his face looking out at a distant. A slight satisfaction and comfort can be seen from him. Probably from a level ground birds eye view./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of his back, we see him look out of the window. Camera pans to window and light brightens out everything, bringing us to the illusion.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;Field shots/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;The two walked away from the camera, to make movements more natural, girl runs and looks back at him smiling, playfully. He walks on, she runs back to pull his hand. Camera focuses onto the near grass patch. Blindfolds lay on the grass. Camera goes on filming till they walk off. Credits roll./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;END&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6072423885190569438?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6072423885190569438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6072423885190569438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6072423885190569438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6072423885190569438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/09/draft-4-finalized.html' title='DRAFT 4 FINALIZED'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-8220443967938772216</id><published>2009-09-18T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:41:26.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme finalized!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Helvetica"&gt;Future of communication&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Helvetica"&gt;Establishing a personal connection will always be the best form of communication, regardless of time, and direct human interaction is the best possible way to achieve it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-8220443967938772216?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/8220443967938772216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=8220443967938772216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/8220443967938772216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/8220443967938772216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/09/theme-finalized.html' title='Theme finalized!'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-1259073877895138886</id><published>2009-09-18T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:43:45.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When You Came Over Filming Sequencing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun and exciting terms to be familiar with:::::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;OVERRUNNING- we are filming overtime, meaning we might need to stay longer than planned.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;UNDERRUNNING- we are filming faster than we expect, means more time to slack.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;thats all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;WELFARE- There is a total of about 1HR ++ break time planned in the schedule and $10.00 relax money for crew (got a CHEERS @ film site). Anyone up for pizza dinner when filming in the house?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px Helvetica"&gt;START:::::::::&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;According to the weather forecast, it might rain in the morning, meaning muddy? Wear shoes that is muddy field friendly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it is still raining, we will only shoot the indoor scenes and do the outdoor scene another time. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Chinese Garden (Before actors arrive: Forest and trees shots. Test tripod scenes)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There will be 2 filming activities going on at the same time when we begin. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Jerome will be filmed by Melvin, Jasmine will be filmed by Kaywee, then switch: Melvin films Jasmine, Kaywee films Jerome. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Helpers stay with Melvin to assist with props if necessary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Kaywee (*note all to be walking backwards because they meet backwards.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;BOTH:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Jungle walking shots&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Walking out of jungle shots&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Feet walking into/through clearing shots&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Melvin(*note all to be shot with tripod and there is a need to turn off exposure)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;BOTH:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Middle shot-Jasmine paper all over floor&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Close look up shot-Jerome looks to side hearing knocks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Panic everywhere shots-Jasmine 'screamo', Jerome slowly 'dies'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.45PM-3.30PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Chinese Garden&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Meeting scene&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;BOTH:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="list-style-type: decimal"&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Meet back to back&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Girl senses and turns (3 views: 2 panning, single from back, mouth closeup)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Boy senses, removes blindfold and turns (2 views: 2 panning, 3 single from back on upset eyes, blindfolded awareness, oblivious girl)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Girl removes blinfolds.(only 2 reaction shots: singles from back, Jasmine removes blindfold and smile, Jerome smiles backk.) *starts from sky ends with hair.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Faraway shot: Grass... Blindfolds... Far away people... End...&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.30PM-4PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;TRAVEL TO MY AUNT'S HOUSE VIA TAXI.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4PM-4.30PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;neighbor's door front scene for jasmine. Jerome BRREEEEAAAKK.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(3 views: single close-up face, panning back view, side view)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;B&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;real door front meet for 'first time' and walk in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(many many views: special glass bottle view.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;C&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;to stay or not to stay scene.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(many many views: special Jerome singularity)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.30-4.50PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;BRRREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKKK&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.50-5.20PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;close up of things &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(awards, old photos, personal things)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;balcony scenes with soya bean drink and more&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(front of window, back view, 45 degree angle.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.20-5.50PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;E&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;kitchen scene jerome. Jasmine BRREEEAAAKKKK&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(close ups, side view with walk off, front view.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;F&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;couch injury scene.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(2 camera used, special top view)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.50-6.20PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;DINNER BREAAAAAAAKKKK + photo shoot for DVD cover :-D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.20-6.40PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;h g&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;toilet shot, singular shots of toileteries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(face view)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;jerome's room shot&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(one dark view behind computer)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.45PM&lt;/b&gt;----------------------IT'S AAAAA WWWRRRRAAAAPPPP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Helvetica, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-1259073877895138886?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/1259073877895138886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=1259073877895138886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/1259073877895138886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/1259073877895138886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/09/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-7282342152942144327</id><published>2009-09-12T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T08:56:20.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd draft (potentially final draft.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;WHEN YOU CAME OVER (LENGTH 5MINS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART 1-Introduction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;LOCATION A: A pathway, HDB flat lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Girl&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;Flashing images of trees.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;Flashing images of HDB flats/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;Flash, flash,flash of a figure(girl) stands in the field blindfolded hands holding textbooks. Hair flutters in air./, close up, look up of blindfolded person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of legs running./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of her perspective, camera run towards a block of flats./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of her front, she runs and trips over something./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;Blindfolded girl drops the books in her hands at the scene when she falls. She also begins to walk backwards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view from her level where she crouched after falling, she curses, wrenching her foot. She quickly stands up and runs off view./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She dashes at the landing of HDB, limping./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;LOCATION B: *HDB 2 sided doorway landing, Weenies'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;CAST: Girl and Boy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Close up view of doorway. She digs her handbag on the shoe rack beside the gate of her home and cursed when she cant find her key. She rattles the lock and tries to knock on the door but no one was in./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Side profile of girl,Is there anyone in? I need to use the toilet now!” There was no answer. She could not believe this. She takes out her BLACKBERRY, calls but no reply. She grunts./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Urgent for the restroom, her legs wobbled and twisted into a knot and she started to hop on the spot finding balance in that posture./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Further viewpoint where we can see both doors of her house and her neighbors'. She looked at the neighbors door, considering whether she should use her neighbors. /&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 2: Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOCATION B: Dark Studyroom&lt;span style="color: #b34700"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CAST: Boy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Flashing Images of dark forested area. Trees and branches./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Flashing images of mouse, closed window, piles of work, cds./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Flash, flash,flash, close up, look up of blindfolded person. Knocking sounds lead into reality.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333"&gt;He stirs and looks to the direction from where the knocking is from. We see that he is &lt;/span&gt;in a dim study room where the computer is the only thing lit. He rests on arm after awhile at his desktop as he finishes his stick. Bright light from outside screams for attention behind the curtains. (preferably silhouette shot)/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;Puzzled he goes to open door she he walks off screen. Dims/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Lead into moving through grass, We see backwards walking male legs walking through thick greens, through tall lallang and soon into open grass./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;We see girl walking backwards in other direction of boys./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Both walk backwards blindfolded and stops eventually inches from each other, facing back to back. Camera pans upwards into sky/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART 2- Meeting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;LOCATION C: Felicia's House&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Using glass bottle effect to simulate peephole, we are in perspective of boy peering out at the girl fidgeting outside./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of inside the house, the door opens to capture girl's surprise when she realize it isn't the usual aunty but a dude./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From view behind the girl, He stared back at her. “May I help you?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From view from inside his house at her. Her voice higher than usual, visibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry I rushed out today and I forgot to take my keys and I need to use the toilet...” she smiled at him pathetically, holding her waist/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From view of girl, within the conversation, a glimpse of boy's reaction, looking at the locked door opposite./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From behind her, He does not look at her now, backs away to let her in. “Sure.” She kicked off her heels and scampered past him./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From front view shoulder up, she sits on toilet to 'relieve' herself, she looks around. She sees Soap bottles. An ivy green towel draped at a ledge beside a pair of jeans. A pair of toilet slippers. She turns her head, A magazine on the ledge, mens health? A shaver. A toothbrush in a cup. Singularity is being translated to the literal sense in following scene.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Scene cuts to boy sitting on sofa alone and waiting, view front./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Same view, she appears/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of her waist up, cam follows her. she is rather embarrassed as she grabs her handbag again, but thankful.“I-I’ll go now.” she slipped her handbag onto her shoulder./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Okay.” He stood up politely./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She turned and opened the door. That was when the umbrella holder adjacent to the door toppled down by her push. The umbrellas slid out in all angles./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He lunged forward. “It’s alright. I can”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I’m so sorry.” She squatted down to pick up the umbrellas and broom but kicked off the stack of shoe boxes from the wire rack and it fell down too./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View from the bottom up. He helps her. “It happens to me too all the time.” And the mess was cleared fast./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View from back, She stood up and opened the door. Peering out./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of him arranging the last box. “You can wait here in my place till she comes home.” he suggested./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Oh no, I’m fine waiting outside, I think I've disturbed you enough.” She said as she picked up her handbag again. She moves to the side off frame, we see him behind her./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“No you have not.” He insisted. View of him closer, looking at her from her behind./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View, back of her. She was visibly embarrassed, but busied with her shoe. At the gate, she turned back at him with a question that surfaced, “Doesn’t an old lady around her late fifties, white hair, and very chirpy, live here? I’ve never seen you before.” She said as she slipped on one of her heels./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“View of her still, wearing her shoe. Oh you must mean my mum. View of boy now. "She lived here but she passed on two weeks back.” he said looking at the photo of her on the wall near the door./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Oh no…” She gasped again, covering her face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I din mean to bring up-” view of behind him of her./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“-its alright.” His face, as he interrupted. “Anyway, I’m Eric.”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I’m Cheryl.” her voice softens as she stands upright./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Cheryl." he says, his view./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Yup. SHe looks away and smiles back at him.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“You really should stay for awhile. I can get you a drink or maybe something to eat? I have tao hui jui." View of both./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of her, She pondered for a moment, looking sullenly at her own home that she was locked out of. She looked at him and he wore a look that made her smile./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From her view, he stands hehind her, “that will be nice.” She finally gave in. he walks to the kitchen and she closes the door behind them both./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She walked to the balcony to look at the view as he proceeded to the kitchen. She glances at him before he disappears into the kitchen. She turns and looks out of the windows./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 3- Talking Part&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of her looking down from the window, “So, you staying here now?” saying loud enough for him to hear from the kitchen as she starts to walk./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of him in the kitchen looking into the fridge. “I actually live at Bukit Panjang. I decided to stay here to take care of my mum when she was in a really sick phase.” He said as he washes the cups and takes out the soya bean carton from the fridge./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;We now see her touching medals, taking photo frames of pictures baby photo, etc. “Now that she has moved on, I’m here to pack things up and plan on what to do with this place. I've been here for quite awhile already.”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I have not seen you before.” she says as she picks up a photo frame./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;View of his face, “I don't really go out much.” he finds the carton of drink./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“why?” she puts down the frame./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Pause in walk/actions. “I just dont.”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“So you’re selling the house?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Maybe. I stay beside where I worked. If I shifted all the way here, it would make no sense. he begins to pour the drink into a cup.”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“What do you work as? I'm still in uni. Final year.” view of the drink only being filled./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I am an engineer. 2&lt;span style="font: 11.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; year into the job” he finishes the pouring and brings the drink back into fridge./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Sounds good.” no change of view./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Yea.” he says distracted. as he takes the cup and walks off frame./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He brought a large cup of drink for her at the balcony. She smiles at him but he doesn't notice. The text 'It was a cold drink but it warmed her heart.' is on the cup. Camera turns away oddly and quickly to bring us to colour./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;We Landscape brings us to the view of the 2 back to back. She seems to sense something, turns to face him. 'Eric' she mouths in zoom, it echos to reality.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Part 4-Talking Gets Personal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Eric?” her mouth as well./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Looking out, he turned to look into her eyes. “Ya?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From the back view, we look at them look out of the window. “You married?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I’m not married.”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“You... have a girlfriend?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Front view of 2. “Erm...” He chuckled and looked down with a smile. It was then that she realized the inappropriate nature of her question in the conversation, she looks away as well. She drinks./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;After an awkward while for the both of them, he managed to murmur a “no. no girlfriend”./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Wow. Living all by yourself.” She said twirling her cup, “Must be really lonely...” she said as she walked towards the sofa to sit./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Eric looked up. Suddenly the flat was a void to Eric and he could feel the emptiness of its corners. Wide view of the emptiness as he stood alone in the balcony. Camera pans away into illusion.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;Landscape brings us to the view of the 2. He turns to her and removes his own blindfold but to see her looking blankly at a general direction, still blindfolded. View of his face, visibly upset./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“No I’m fine myself.” He glanced back at her, blatantly lying./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Me too.” She said still staring into her cup, lying too./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;There was a silence. She placed the cup down and began wrenching her ankle which still stung from the fall on the way home./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Are you okay?” he said genuinely concerned, walking to her./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“I fell.” she looks up at him./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PART 5-SILENT/WHISPERY PART&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;(SILENT SCENE)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He looks at the wound and walks off. Ambiguous in intent./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Girl looks as he walks off. She winced at a sudden jolt of pain caused by her own wrenching./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;From back view,foreground boy, focus: girl. he returns with a box where he took out some bandage and lotion./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She was still in pain. He sat next to her on the right. She turned to him and propped her left leg on his lap./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;He opened the pouch. He dabbed purple liquid on the affected area and wrapped cloth on her ankle. He smoothed the wrinkles on the tape out slowly. He watched her to see if he is hurting her. She is silent for a while./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She lunged forward, a silent wince. View of the 2 first, then on the arm as she grabbed his arm, wincing from the pain. A feeling of closeness affects him seen through the close up of his face from arm./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Sorry...” He whispered./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“No it's me.” She whispered back. She fell back again onto the couch. Her hand loosened and slowly slid off his. He gripped her palm just before it left his And their hands that held settled down comfortably on the couch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333"&gt;There was a long silence as he continued to bandage the area. We see him see her. He is more careful this time. &lt;/span&gt;We see him look at her as she lay on the couch. A woman so close to him now. He forgot about the wound he was fixing as he admired how her hair flopped like frozen ocean waves on the couch. Her face read a beautiful grin.&lt;span style="color: #333333"&gt; Camera moves to his face for awhile./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;“Cheryl... You should have left the door open. Your mum might have returned already... he said without looking at her. Because there was no reply, he looked at her, "Cheryl?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;She shifts listlessly obviously not listening. He realized she was comfortably lying back on the couch eyes closed and slightly smiling. Camera moves off her face to brighter blank wall.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;From sky down, we see that she removes her blindfold. She smiles from view behind him. He smiles from view behind her. Camera moves behind his head and into the darkness of the hair, follow up darkness of the next scene.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;Dark furniture due to setting sun, camera pans to window, the sky should be a deep purple against the red setting sun./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;We see a closeness of the two people, a sense of comfort from being together that evening. Maybe how skins of both of them in one frame at many parts./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;We see his face looking out at a distant. A slight satisfaction and comfort can be seen from him./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;In view of his back, we see him look out of the window. Camera pans to window and light brightens out everything, bringing us to the illusion.../&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #b34700"&gt;Field shots/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #c7662b"&gt;The two walked away from the camera, to make movements more natural, girl runs and looks back at him smiling, playfully. He walks on, she runs back to pull his hand. Camera focuses onto the near grass patch. Blindfolds lay on the grass. Camera goes on filming till they walk off. Credits roll./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; line-height: 18.0px; font: 13.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;b&gt;END&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-7282342152942144327?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/7282342152942144327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=7282342152942144327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7282342152942144327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7282342152942144327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-draft-potentially-final-draft.html' title='3rd draft (potentially final draft.)'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-5338553066020218763</id><published>2009-09-07T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:57:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd DRAFT 080909</title><content type='html'>The following are the significant changes of draft 2&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No kissing of head in scene 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No hand held walking away as ending.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Removal of revrese technique due to confusion of going back in time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both are in forest refuge in intro before they proceed to field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;WHEN YOU CAME OVER (LENGTH 5MINS)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;PART 1-Introduction&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;LOCATION A: A pathway, HDB flat lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Forest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAST: Girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;Flashing images of trees.../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Flashing images of HDB flats/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;Flash, flash,flash of a figure(girl) stands in the field blindfolded hands holding textbooks. Hair flutters in air./, close up, look up of blindfolded person. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In view of legs running./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In view of her perspective, camera run towards a block of flats./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In view of her front, she runs and trips over something./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;Blindfolded girl drops the books in her hands at the scene when she falls. She also begins to walk backwards. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In view from her level where she crouched after falling, she curses, wrenching her foot. She quickly stands up and runs off view./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She dashes at the landing of HDB, limping./&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;LOCATION B: *HDB 2 sided doorway landing, Weenies'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CAST: Girl and Boy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Close up view of doorway. She digs her handbag on the shoe rack beside the gate of her home and cursed when she cant find her key. She rattles the lock and tries to knock on the door but no one was in./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Side profile of girl,Is there anyone in? I need to use the toilet now!” There was no answer. She could not believe this. She takes out her BLACKBERRY, calls but no reply. She grunts./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Urgent for the restroom, her legs wobbled and twisted into a knot and she started to hop on the spot finding balance in that posture./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Further viewpoint where we can see both doors of her house and her neighbors'. She looked at the neighbors door, considering whether she should use her neighbors. /&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;LOCATION 2: Forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOCATION B: Dark Studyroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CAST: Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;Flashing Images of dark forested area. Trees and branches./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Flashing images of mouse, closed window, piles of work, cds./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;Flash, flash,flash, close up, look up of blindfolded person. Knocking sounds lead into reality.../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He stirs and looks to the direction from where the knocking is from. We see that he is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in a dim study room where the computer is the only thing lit. He rests on arm after awhile at his desktop as he finishes his stick. Bright light from outside screams for attention behind the curtains. (preferably silhouette shot)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Puzzled he goes to open door she he walks off screen./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;We see legs walking through thick greens, through tall lallang and soon into open grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;We see girl walking backwards in other direction of boys. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;Both walk backwards blindfolded and stops eventually inches from each other, facing back to back. Camera pans upwards into sky/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;PART 2- Meeting&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;LOCATION C: Felicia's House&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Using glass bottle effect to simulate peephole, we are in perspective of boy peering out at the girl fidgeting outside./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In view of inside the house, the door opens to capture girl's surprise when she realize it isn't the usual aunty but a dude./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From view behind the girl, He stared back at her. “May I help you?”/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From view from inside his house at her. Her voice higher than usual, visibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry I rushed out today and I forgot to take my keys and I need to use the toilet...” she smiled at him pathetically, holding her waist/  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From view of girl, within the conversation, a glimpse of boy's reaction, looking at the locked door opposite./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From behind her, He does not look at her now, backs away to let her in. “Sure.” She kicked off her heels and scampered past him./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From front view shoulder up, she sits on toilet to 'relieve' herself, she looks around. She sees Soap bottles. An ivy green towel draped at a ledge beside a pair of jeans. A pair of toilet slippers. A magazine on the ledge. A shaver. A toothbrush in a cup. Singularity is being translated to the literal sense in following scene.../  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Scene cuts to boy sitting on sofa alone and waiting, view front./  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Same view, she appears/&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;View of her waist up, cam follows her. she is rather embarrassed but thankful.“I-I’ll go now.” she slipped her handbag onto her shoulder./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Okay.” He stood up politely./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She turned and opened the door. That was when the umbrella holder adjacent to the door toppled down by her push. The umbrellas slid out in all angles./&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He lunged forward. “It’s alright. I can”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I’m so sorry.” She squatted down to pick up the umbrellas and broom but kicked off the stack of shoe boxes from the wire rack and it fell down too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh gawd...” She muttered under her breath. She wanted to kill herself. He must have thought she was a serious klutz.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But she noticed he wasn’t frowning. “It happens to me too all the time.” And the mess was cleared fast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She stood up and opened the door. Peering out, she realised her sister still had not returned home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You can wait here in my place till she comes home.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh no, I’m fine waiting outside, I’ve disturbed you enough.” She said as she picked up her handbag again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“No you have not.” He insisted.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He was too nice, she thought. At the gate, she turned back at him with a question that surfaced, “Doesn’t an old lady around her late fifties, white hair, and very chirpy, live here? I’ve never seen you before.” She said as she slipped on one of her heels.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh you must mean my mum. She lived here but she passed on two weeks back.” he said looking at the photo of her on the wall near the door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Oh no…” She gasped again, covering her face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I din mean to bring up-”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“-its alright.” He interrupted. “Anyway, I’m Eric.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I’m Cheryl.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Cheryl.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yup.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You really should stay for awhile. I can get you a drink or maybe something to eat? I have tao hui jui.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She pondered for a moment, looking sullenly at her own home that she was locked out of. She looked at him and he wore a look that made her smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“that will be nice.” She finally gave in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She walked to the balcony to look at the view as he proceeded to the kitchen. She glances at him before he disappears into the kitchen. She turns and looks out of the windows.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 3- Talking Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“So, you staying here now?” saying loud enough for him to hear from the kitchen as she starts to walk.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I actually live at Bukit Panjang. I decided to stay here to take care of my mum when she was in a really sick phase.” He said as he washes the cups and takes out the soya bean carton from the fridge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We now see her taking photo frames of pictures baby photo, etc. “Now that she has moved on, I’m here to pack things up and plan on what to do with this place. I've been here for quite awhile already.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I have not seen you before.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I don't really go out much.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“why?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pause. “I just dont.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“So you’re selling the house?”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Maybe. I stay beside where I worked. If I shifted all the way here, it would make no sense.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“What do you work as? I'm still in uni. Final year.”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I am an engineer. 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year into the job”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Sounds good.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Yea.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He brought a large cup of drink for her at the balcony. She smiles at him but he doesn't notice. The text 'It was a cold drink but it warmed her heart.' is on the cup. Camera turns away oddly and quickly to bring us to colour.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;Landscape brings us to the view of the 2 back to back. She turns to face him. 'Eric' echos to reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 4-Talking Gets Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Eric?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Looking out, he turned to look into her eyes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Ya?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;From the back view, we look at them look out of the window. “You married?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I’m not married.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“You... have a girlfriend?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Erm...” He chuckled and gave her a puzzled look. It was then that she realized the inappropriate nature of her question in the conversation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After an awkward while for the both of them, he managed to murmur a “no”.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Wow. Living all by yourself.” She said twirling her cup, “Must be really lonely...” she said as she walked towards the sofa to sit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eric looked up. Suddenly the flat was a void to Eric and he could feel the emptiness of its corners. Wide view of the emptiness as he stood alone in the balcony. Camera pans away into illusion...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;Landscape brings us to the view of the 2. He turns to her and removes his own blindfold but to see her looking away, still blindfolded. View of his face, visibly upset. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“No I’m fine myself.” He glanced back at her, blatantly lying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Me too.” She said still staring into her cup, lying too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was a silence. She placed the cup down and began wrenching her ankle which still stung from the fall on the way home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Are you okay?” he said genuinely concerned, walking to her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“I fell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART 5-SILENT/WHISPERY PART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(SILENT SCENE)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He looks at the wound with concern and walks off.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Girl looks as he walks off. She winced at a sudden jolt of pain caused by her own wrenching.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He returns with a box where he took out some bandage and lotion. Foreground boy, focus: girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She was still in pain. He sat next to her on the right. She turned to him and propped her left leg on his lap.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He opened the pouch. He dabbed purple liquid on the affected area and wrapped cloth on her ankle. He smoothed the wrinkles on the tape out slowly. He watched her to see if he is hurting her. She is silent for a while.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She lunged forward, a silent wince. She grabbed his arm, wincing from the pain. A feeling of closeness affects him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Sorry...” He whispered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“No, no...” She whispered back. She fell back again onto the couch. Her hand loosened and slowly slid off his. He gripped her palm just before it left his And their hands that held settled down comfortably on the couch.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was a long silence as he continued to massage the area around the affected area. We see him see her. He is more careful this time. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We see him look at her as she lay on the couch. A woman so close to him now. He forgot about the wound he was fixing as he admired how her hair flopped like frozen ocean waves on the couch. Her face read a beautiful grin.&lt;/span&gt; Camera moves to his face for awhile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“Cheryl... You should have left the door open. Your mum might have returned already... Cheryl?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She shifts listlessly obviously not listening. He realized she was comfortably lying back on the couch eyes closed and slightly smiling. Camera moves off her face to brighter blank wall...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;From sky down, we see that she removes her blindfold. She smiles from view behind him. He smiles from view behind her. Camera moves behind his head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sky should be a deep purple against the red setting sun.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We see a closeness of the two people, a sense of comfort from being together that evening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We see his face looking out at a distant. A slight satisfaction and comfort can be seen from him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In view of his back, we see him look out of the window. Camera pans to window and light brightens out everything, bringing us to the illusion...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#b84700;"&gt;Field shots/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6633;"&gt;The two walked away from the camera. Camera focuses onto the near grass patch. Blindfolds lay on the grass. Camera goes on filming till they walk off. Credits roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;END&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-5338553066020218763?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/5338553066020218763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=5338553066020218763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5338553066020218763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5338553066020218763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/09/2nd-draft-080909.html' title='2nd DRAFT 080909'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-6447149472173475540</id><published>2009-09-07T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:50:32.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SYMBOLISM</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's 2am in the morning abit nuah cos tmr i got school and i have not done the hwk for tmr correctly but i dont care. Finally done with the 2nd draft after meeting kw for a night over jia xiang mian and desert. We polished the script. A few of you might not get the script. Here is some help.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When You Came Over's Symbolism&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blindfolds&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;These help to signify the awareness of the 2 people towards each another. There are 3 levels. Standing back to back would be crossing paths. Turning around to face one another would be recognizing that the other person is actually there. Removing of blindfolds would be seeing the possibility that there is more to the other person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dimensions&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 Dimensions are basically parallel universes NOT a dream, the forested fantasy world is the symbolic representation of 'real life' put into literal sense, eg.blindfolded etc. The constant references to and fro during pivotal moments of the narrative work as reiteration, or what I call anchors the signifiers to the intended signifieds.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking backwards&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It  is not them being lost. It's moving with eyes wide shut, unaware/distracted by the pursuit of education (link: the books she hold) for the girl and technology (link: the room lit by a computer screen)for the dude. They are not walking right, exactly how distractions of the future would make you. They stop and meet back facing back explains finally, an awareness of an existence, but not the potential comfort they can bring to one another, hence still facing away and blindfolded.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Their relationship&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is now ambiguous at the end whether they are lovers or not. But there still is an underlying attraction between the two. The focus is them finally finding comfort from each other. Hence explains the falling asleep of the girl.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The fall and the injury&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The idea of how broken a person is mended from the missing part that the other would possess. Reinventing the corny idea of 2 broken hearts complete by joining the 2 parts tgt. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hope this helps? not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6447149472173475540?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6447149472173475540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6447149472173475540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6447149472173475540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6447149472173475540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/09/symbolism.html' title='SYMBOLISM'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-2062272559591426989</id><published>2009-09-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:23:00.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW: When You Came Over shortfilm SCRIPT</title><content type='html'>1st DRAFT as at 050909&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have sort of planned out the story and how it will unfold. This is the plan. There will be 2 actors. 2 realms: 1 reality one imagery. filmed in 2 main locations, Chinese Garden for the&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; red scenes&lt;/span&gt; and the rest in Bukit Batok. All filmed in less than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;progress report: the music part of the movie more or less has begun. I have told tim about the end song and would soon email Sonicbrat, local soundscape muscician to allow me to use his track '2 moons' for the film.&lt;br /&gt;ok i havent really communicated witht he lead actors/actress yet because i am rather busy with school shit for the past weeks, alot of you can agree with me on tis cos we are on the same boat. But i am willing to sacrifice for this starting today because i have finished the structure of the script.&lt;br /&gt;The script below is bound to change as usual. But most of the stuff will stay. Notice the script will get very detailed as time pass do check out for changes by the draft number and date beside it. Alot of directions will be added as soon as i write it down. But for now i think this version is readable enough to circulate.&lt;br /&gt;I will also throw in the storyboarding. I have drawn it out already. I just need to scan it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry theme: Future of Communication: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The age when education makes up your youth. Where technology takes over your social life. You are blind to the social obligations as they pass you as you hide in your cave. Communication would then have to rely on fate. Only when fate comes knocking on the door, would you realize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The words in red are filmed in colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;The words in black are filmed in black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;WHEN YOU CAME OVER (LENGTH 5MINS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCATION A: A pathway, HDB flat lobby. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAST: Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flashing images of trees.../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flashing images of HDB flats/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A figure(girl) stands in the field blindfolded hands holding textbooks. Hair flutters in air./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In view of legs running./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In view of her perspective, camera run towards a block of flats./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In view of her front, she runs and trips over something./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;Blindfolded girl drops the books in her hands at the scene when she falls. She also begins to walk backwards. (Clip reverse of her walking front and looks down where the books have 'dropped' )/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In view from her level where she crouched after falling, she curses, wrenching her foot. She quickly stands up and runs off view./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lift door opens, she dashes out, limping./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCATION B: *HDB 2 sided doorway landing, Weenies'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAST: Girl and Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close up view of doorway. She digs her handbag on the shoe rack beside the gate of her home and cursed when she cant find her key. She rattles the lock and tries to knock on the door but no one was in./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Side profile of girl,Is there anyone in? I need to use the toilet now!” There was no answer. She could not believe this. She takes out her phone, calls but phone is not working, no reception. She waves her phone for signal but cannot get any. She grunts./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close on legs, her legs wobbled and twisted into a knot and she started to hop on the spot finding balance in that posture./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Further viewpoint where we can see both doors of her house and her neighbors'. She looked at the neighbors door, considering whether she should use her neighbors. /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;LOCATION 2: Dim Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LOCATION B: Dark Studyroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CAST: Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flashing Images of rust, metal, corners.../&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A figure stands in the middle of a room blindfolded. He is motionless./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A candle stood unlit on the floor camera rotates.(Lead in to a cigarette in hand in the next scene.)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He is in a dim studyroom where the computer is the only thing lit. He rests on arm after awhile at his desktop as he finishes his stick. Bright light from outside screams for attention behind the curtains. (preferably silhouette shot)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Front profile portrait view, he hears a knock. He turns to look at the direction of the sound. A bright light glows from the direction./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Candle rekindles (Reverse film technique.)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blindfolded boy 'walks into the dark' but when I reverse the clip, he is walking backwards out of the dim room and into Chinese Garden./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Flashes of camera moving through the grass./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feet walking backwards. Camera follows./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Both walk backwards blindfolded and stop inches from each other(also using reverse technique), facing back to back./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCATION C: Felicia's House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Using glass bottle effect to simulate peephole, we are in perspective of boy peering out at the girl fidgeting outside./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In view of inside the house, the door opens to capture girl's surprise when she realize it isn't the usual aunty but a dude./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From view behind the girl, He stared back at her. “May I help you?”/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From view from inside his house at her. Her voice higher than usual, visibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry I rushed out today and I forgot to take my keys and I need to use the toilet...” she smiled at him pathetically, holding her waist/ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From view of girl, within the conversation, a glimpse of boy's reaction, looking at the locked door opposite./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From behind her, He does not look at her now, backs away to let her in. “Sure.” She kicked off her heels and scampered past him./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From front view shoulder up, she sits on toilet to 'relieve' herself, she looks around. She sees Soap bottles. An ivy green towel draped at a ledge beside a pair of jeans. A pair of toilet slippers. A magazine on the ledge. A shaver. A toothbrush in a cup. Singularity is being translated to the literal sense in following scene.../ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scene cuts to boy sitting on sofa alone and waiting, view front./ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Same view, she appears/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;View of her waist up, cam follows her. she is rather embarrassed but thankful.&lt;/span&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I-I’ll go now.” she slipped her handbag onto her shoulder./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay.” He stood up politely./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She turned and opened the door. That was when the umbrella holder adjacent to the door toppled down by her push. The umbrellas slid out in all angles./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He lunged forward. “It’s alright. I can”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m so sorry.” She squatted down to pick up the umbrellas and broom but kicked off the stack of shoe boxes from the wire rack and it fell down too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh gawd...” She muttered under her breath. She wanted to kill herself. He must have thought she was a serious klutz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But she noticed he wasn’t frowning. “It happens to me too all the time.” And the mess was cleared fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She stood up and opened the door. Peering out, she realised her sister still had not returned home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can wait here in my place till she comes home.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh no, I’m fine waiting outside, I’ve disturbed you enough.” She said as she picked up her handbag again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No you have not.” He insisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He was too nice, she thought. At the gate, she turned back at him with a question that surfaced, “Doesn’t an old lady around her late fifties, white hair, and very chirpy, live here? I’ve never seen you before.” She said as she slipped on one of her heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh you must mean my mum. She lived here but she passed on two weeks back.” he said looking at the photo of her on the wall near the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh no…” She gasped again, covering her face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I din mean to bring up-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-its alright.”  He interrupted. “Anyway, I’m Eric.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m Cheryl.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yup.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You really should stay for awhile. I can get you a drink or maybe something to eat? I have tao hui jui.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She pondered for a moment, looking sullenly at her own home that she was locked out of. She looked at him and he wore a look that made her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that will be nice.” She finally gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She walked to the balcony to look at the view as he proceeded to the kitchen. She glances at him before he disappears into the kitchen. She turns and looks out of the windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Possibly from a high point zooming... into the 2: Girl turns to boy. (Both still blindfolded)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, you staying here now?” saying loud enough for him to hear from the kitchen as she starts to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually live at Bukit Panjang. I decided to stay here to take care of my mum when she was in a really sick phase.” He said as he washes the cups and takes out the soya bean carton from the fridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We now see her taking photo frames of pictures baby photo, etc. “Now that she has moved on, I’m here to pack things up and plan on what to do with this place. I've been here for quite awhile already.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“I have not seen you before.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't really go out much.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pause. “I just dont.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So you’re selling the house?” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe. I stay beside where I worked. If I shifted all the way here, it would make no sense.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you work as? I'm still in uni. Final year.” &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am an engineer. 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year into the job”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sounds good.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He brought a large cup of drink for her at the balcony. She smiles at him but he doesn't notice. The text 'It was a cold drink but it warmed her heart.' is on the cup. Camera turns away oddly and quickly to bring us to colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl removes blindfold with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She reaches out to feel his face./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She said and she drank a gulp. “Eric?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He stopped and turned to look into her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the back view, we look at them look out of the window. “You married?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m not married.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt; “&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You... have a girlfriend?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erm...” He chuckled and gave her a puzzled look. It was then that she realized the inappropriate nature of her question in the conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After an awkward while for the both of them, he managed to murmur a “no”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow. Living all by yourself.” She said twirling her cup, “Must be really lonely...” she said as she walked towards the sofa to sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eric looked up. Suddenly the flat was a void to Eric and he could feel the emptiness of its corners. Wide view of the emptiness as he stood alone in the balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy holds her touch because he felt it. But is still blindfolded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No I’m fine myself.” He glanced back at her, blatantly lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me too.” She said still staring into her cup, lying too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a silence. She placed the cup down and began wrenching her ankle which still stung from the fall on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you okay?” he said genuinely concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fell.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll get the first aid box.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She winced at a sudden jolt of pain caused by her own wrenching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me see it.” He said as he returned with a green pouch of sachets and bandages. She was still in pain. He sat next to her on the right. She turned to him and propped her left leg on his lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He opened the pouch. They steal glances. He dabbed purple liquid on the affected area and wrapped cloth on her ankle. He smoothed the wrinkles on the tape out slowly. He then massaged her leg as he stared into her eyes trying to read her response to his physiotherapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ow!”   She lunged forward. She grabbed his arm, wincing from the pain. Her head was just beneath his and he unintentionally kissed the top of her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He turns around from the touch of her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He subsequently removes blindfold./&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s okay. It’s just a muscle tear.” He whispered tenderly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a long silence as he continued to massage the area around the affected area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for everything Eric.” She muttered.  There was a softness in her voice now and her hand loosened and slowly slid off his. He gripped her palm just before it left his And their hands that held settled down comfortably on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We see him look at her as she lay on the couch. A woman so close to him now. He forgot about the wound he was fixing as he admired how her hair flopped like frozen ocean waves on the couch. Her face read a beautiful grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl… You should have left the door open. Your mum might have returned already.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mmm.” She groaned listlessly obviously not listening. He realised she was comfortably lying back on the couch eyes closed and smiling. His body warmth resonated through her skin pores. The sky was a now a deep purple against the red setting sun. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wide angle views of the house. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl?…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there was no answer. She had fallen asleep there. In view of his back, we see him  look out of the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCATION 1: Chinese Garden Field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The two walked hand-held away from the camera. Camera focuses onto the near grass patch.  Blindfolds lay on the grass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(184, 71, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credits Pieces of paper on the grass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-2062272559591426989?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/2062272559591426989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=2062272559591426989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/2062272559591426989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/2062272559591426989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-you-came-over-shortfilm-script.html' title='NEW: When You Came Over shortfilm SCRIPT'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-7817306238011492254</id><published>2009-02-18T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:09:45.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SZwkZ2tPZwI/AAAAAAAAC3o/xltsh_CKx04/s1600-h/18022009306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SZwkZ2tPZwI/AAAAAAAAC3o/xltsh_CKx04/s400/18022009306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304154487736198914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;walking up this flight of stairs from an entrance that did not even look like an entrance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SZwkZnAkYTI/AAAAAAAAC3g/uq2dHvzDwlQ/s1600-h/18022009305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SZwkZnAkYTI/AAAAAAAAC3g/uq2dHvzDwlQ/s400/18022009305.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304154483522298162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we found a door that says... OFFICE. the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have gone down to the substation to deliver the film and stuff to the person in charge. we hope the film will be favored.&lt;br /&gt;let us all cross our fingers and hope that damiens monologue will get through the pre-screening process for first takes in substation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-7817306238011492254?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/7817306238011492254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=7817306238011492254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7817306238011492254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7817306238011492254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-takes.html' title='first takes'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SZwkZ2tPZwI/AAAAAAAAC3o/xltsh_CKx04/s72-c/18022009306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-6125176827674415612</id><published>2009-02-15T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:01:30.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien's Monologue Official Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/neMiRQkZF_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/neMiRQkZF_w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6125176827674415612?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6125176827674415612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6125176827674415612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6125176827674415612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6125176827674415612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2009/02/damiens-monologue-official-trailer.html' title='Damien&apos;s Monologue Official Trailer'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-4040339175257274625</id><published>2008-12-20T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:08:56.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adobe mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SU3z1xqrl5I/AAAAAAAACw8/Lne5H-b9xr4/s1600-h/17122008005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SU3z1xqrl5I/AAAAAAAACw8/Lne5H-b9xr4/s400/17122008005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282146043166431122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the reason why postproduction is torture.&lt;div&gt;imagine seeing this beautiful white box 10000000000 times a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-4040339175257274625?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/4040339175257274625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=4040339175257274625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/4040339175257274625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/4040339175257274625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/12/adobe-mayhem.html' title='adobe mayhem'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SU3z1xqrl5I/AAAAAAAACw8/Lne5H-b9xr4/s72-c/17122008005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-6744432689372252683</id><published>2008-12-10T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:23:27.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>adressing two issues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/ST_rZThwrhI/AAAAAAAACwk/_Mpn_nL4m4k/s1600-h/versiona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/ST_rZThwrhI/AAAAAAAACwk/_Mpn_nL4m4k/s400/versiona.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278196108272643602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the vicky christina barcelona design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adressing two issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) the feedback regarding the posters overall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised both posters are good. the cute ryan head one offers a the creepy vibe that is true to the film. however although it looks really good, it fails in comparison to the other decadent design we call the Vicky Christina Barcelona one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to the feedback offered by many including the recent ones by vincent and weisiang, we have adjusted the vicky design to look like what you see above. it's the best i can do with the limited options/skill i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b)the 'based on a true OBSESSION' title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since everyone who reads this are not the general public but friends, i can unveil our sinister plot. Since a no. of you ask whose biography is DM based on... you know what....... i dont even want to explain it to everyone who asks me from now on because the fact that you ask me, means the little short quotation served it's sole purpose...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope u get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6744432689372252683?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6744432689372252683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6744432689372252683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-209432276810628384</id><published>2008-12-07T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:44:14.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vote for your favorite poster design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calling everyone who reads this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please vote for the poster you prefer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just tag this post/comment box/facebook and i will consolidate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your vote is vital for the future of this film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it will change lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/ST0vYiB0C-I/AAAAAAAACwE/Ygs3wtGfPok/s1600-h/poster+2+final+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/ST0vYiB0C-I/AAAAAAAACwE/Ygs3wtGfPok/s400/poster+2+final+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277426436845865954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/ST0vXwZb_vI/AAAAAAAACv8/9ePS3tagRow/s1600-h/poster+final+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/ST0vXwZb_vI/AAAAAAAACv8/9ePS3tagRow/s400/poster+final+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277426423523180274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-209432276810628384?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/209432276810628384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=209432276810628384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/209432276810628384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/209432276810628384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/12/poster-designs.html' title='vote for your favorite poster design'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/ST0vYiB0C-I/AAAAAAAACwE/Ygs3wtGfPok/s72-c/poster+2+final+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-2843628331283039270</id><published>2008-12-07T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:25:59.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfnnW4ddI/AAAAAAAACvk/Nr2tTcB4VcE/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfnnW4ddI/AAAAAAAACvk/Nr2tTcB4VcE/s400/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268366300050898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfngClnfI/AAAAAAAACvc/f1s2dS1jmDI/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfngClnfI/AAAAAAAACvc/f1s2dS1jmDI/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268364335881714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfnfy1CMI/AAAAAAAACvU/Ba2VsywKyHc/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfnfy1CMI/AAAAAAAACvU/Ba2VsywKyHc/s400/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268364269783234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfm5H6bAI/AAAAAAAACvM/tVnETG7_5lU/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfm5H6bAI/AAAAAAAACvM/tVnETG7_5lU/s400/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268353889233922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfm70qx7I/AAAAAAAACvE/On2zup7_jB0/s1600-h/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfm70qx7I/AAAAAAAACvE/On2zup7_jB0/s400/IMG_0357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277268354613823410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met up with tim and some other guy i think he's thomas tan or something... they were doing the studio recording of the songs for damien's monologue. the official OST.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-2843628331283039270?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/2843628331283039270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=2843628331283039270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/2843628331283039270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/2843628331283039270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/12/studio.html' title='studio'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STyfnnW4ddI/AAAAAAAACvk/Nr2tTcB4VcE/s72-c/IMG_0332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-5020560762644741456</id><published>2008-12-03T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:06:00.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0jXwWgPI/AAAAAAAACt8/8nojZEgAFAs/s400/20080810121637(1).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602533276352754" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0kqFnSnI/AAAAAAAACuc/ybCAsIJO-HM/s1600-h/20080818181411(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0kqFnSnI/AAAAAAAACuc/ybCAsIJO-HM/s400/20080818181411(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602555377240690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0kB9RfbI/AAAAAAAACuU/XrZUDyNVNEU/s1600-h/20080818165217(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0kB9RfbI/AAAAAAAACuU/XrZUDyNVNEU/s400/20080818165217(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602544604839346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0jcOMApI/AAAAAAAACuE/AVvPnkxwLHI/s400/20080813142639(3).jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602534475235986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0jwJmmTI/AAAAAAAACuM/ao3scShA4Ck/s1600-h/20080818155148(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0jwJmmTI/AAAAAAAACuM/ao3scShA4Ck/s400/20080818155148(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275602539824716082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have not been updating all about the progress of the film. i shall do that now.&lt;div&gt;we have created a preview for caiyu. however her exams which ended not too long ago meant that the reply whether the film would be screening or not is yet to come. but we are keeping our hopes high because she thought the preview was 'hilarious'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 2 evenings where the bulk of the filming with all the cast has also been completed. the hardest scenes have been filmed in those days and everything went smoothly thanks to the hardworking helpers who came on that day to resolve all that me and kaywee could not do ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reshots of some scenes and voiceovers were also done on tuesday. some scenes really became really good. we are proud of the outcome of the day's takes that day. evidence can be seen on the screenshots i posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently i am doing subtitles and some postproduction with whatever i've got. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow ryan and kaywee will resume reshooting scenes again. hopefully by the 7th, everything will be filmed and i can focus on the postproduction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the 7th, we will be doing the last filming scenes with the whole cast as well as the poster design planned for the film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;timothy wan is doing a studio recording soon of a song he composed for the film called confession of a broken heart for the film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lyrics so emo! dont cry when you read it okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confession of a Broken Heart (G Major Capo 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    C5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this won't sound right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Em5&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe this won't sound pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this is as real as it gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confessions from a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm not the perfect kind-a guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and maybe I'm not right up your street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but listen to my un-pretentious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confessions of a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't know how much it means to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    G&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;D/F#&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see you smiling like a summer dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am     /Bm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want you to be happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even if you never know of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch you through, the looking glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but always from a third person view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    G&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    Em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd sing to you, a song of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you don't feel the same way too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you tore my heart into, a million pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Em&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Bm &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with-out e-ven a clue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;     Am&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lifeless my love becomes, like a rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wilted for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-5020560762644741456?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/5020560762644741456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=5020560762644741456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5020560762644741456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5020560762644741456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/12/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STa0jXwWgPI/AAAAAAAACt8/8nojZEgAFAs/s72-c/20080810121637(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-1135351354536004221</id><published>2008-12-01T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:47:11.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipatory screenshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkSvwQARI/AAAAAAAACt0/iBbbCQFaGzo/s1600-h/20080814162330(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkSvwQARI/AAAAAAAACt0/iBbbCQFaGzo/s400/20080814162330(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274740230544425234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkR4FPZnI/AAAAAAAACts/P9m7B2z8afw/s1600-h/20080810115835(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkR4FPZnI/AAAAAAAACts/P9m7B2z8afw/s400/20080810115835(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274740215600080498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkRruFV4I/AAAAAAAACtk/yU_OQ4KXdso/s1600-h/20080814162247(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkRruFV4I/AAAAAAAACtk/yU_OQ4KXdso/s400/20080814162247(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274740212281726850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkQtGAIUI/AAAAAAAACtc/OI-0aXEcaTI/s1600-h/20080810164339(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkQtGAIUI/AAAAAAAACtc/OI-0aXEcaTI/s400/20080810164339(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274740195470614850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/STOkQO0wOYI/AAAAAAAACtU/ftpdczXTwMg/s1600-h/20080813142639(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-4369991848137169510</id><published>2008-11-27T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T07:31:50.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a wrap for the day!</title><content type='html'>From Kaywee and me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes! filming on the two intensive evenings are done!&lt;div&gt;the hardest scenes have been video recorded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to the following people who made this two days possible:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weenie and family who lent us her house for the filming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Main actors and actresses: Ryan Chow, Joey Feng and Brandon Ng for a acting job well done. and also thanks joey for driving us around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other actors and actresses/helpers: Andrew Yeo, Timothy Wan, Veronica Lee, Evan Tang, Angela and Constance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SS10aKPjVCI/AAAAAAAACtM/7Oi3dtxPw_M/s400/normal+(2).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272998731495724066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left: Angela Teng, Veronica Lee, Ryan Chow, Joey Feng, Brandon Ng, Andrew Yeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SS10ZI3vcuI/AAAAAAAACtE/0fbclwlzyxk/s1600-h/normal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SS10ZI3vcuI/AAAAAAAACtE/0fbclwlzyxk/s400/normal.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272998713947550434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From left: Angela Teng, Veronica Lee, Melvin Tan, Thong Kaywee, Ryan Chow, Joey Feng, Brandon Ng, Andrew Yeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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shoot'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SS10aKPjVCI/AAAAAAAACtM/7Oi3dtxPw_M/s72-c/normal+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-2596628902465218762</id><published>2008-11-25T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:57:27.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>preview is done. we are considering putting it on youtube.&lt;div&gt;but today, whole cast filming day 1 commences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WISH US LUCK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='update'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-2270397588539880888</id><published>2008-11-23T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:11:26.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plan for next 4 days</title><content type='html'>monday&lt;br /&gt;submission of preview to caiyu in SMU&lt;br /&gt;meet weenie to discuss about house scenes and shift the things in her room&lt;br /&gt;confirm the second car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;meet new peter&lt;br /&gt;story boarding for aftermath and rose scenes&lt;br /&gt;call and confirm cast and crew to prepare stuff (e.g. wig, arrivals, timings, cars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday&lt;br /&gt;filming of 2 carpark scenes and 1 lift scene&lt;br /&gt;things to bring&lt;br /&gt;filming equiptment and camera&lt;br /&gt;food and beverages&lt;br /&gt;paper napkins&lt;br /&gt;umbrella&lt;br /&gt;2 cars&lt;br /&gt;1 tranny&lt;br /&gt;2 serene entourage&lt;br /&gt;1 red-bull can&lt;br /&gt;1 battery operated fan&lt;br /&gt;joey feng 3 sets of clothings&lt;br /&gt;ryan 3 sets of clothings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday&lt;br /&gt;if joey is early, we fil aftermath scene where she finds rose on bed because reqires sun.&lt;br /&gt;filming of rose scene and aftermath scene&lt;br /&gt;things to bring&lt;br /&gt;fake blood&lt;br /&gt;rose&lt;br /&gt;string mechanism to 'drop camera'&lt;br /&gt;laptop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-2270397588539880888?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-197388180716748172</id><published>2008-11-22T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:10:05.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>update again</title><content type='html'>met up with joey and a candidate for the role of peter today. &lt;div&gt;things went well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filming will begin soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-197388180716748172?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/197388180716748172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-2880040096357885135</id><published>2008-11-20T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:02:16.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>our production company's logo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSVtQeRm9rI/AAAAAAAACrQ/SnA12kzqiJo/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSVtQeRm9rI/AAAAAAAACrQ/SnA12kzqiJo/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270739068679288498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MELWEE MELWEE Productions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made up of our names melvin and kaywee: melwee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;note: melvin's name is first only because melwee sounds better than kayvin. kayvin sounds like cave-in. melwee sounds fun. like us! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-2880040096357885135?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/2880040096357885135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=2880040096357885135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-9083160351412208662</id><published>2008-11-20T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:15:17.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more good news</title><content type='html'>ok mark the film expert came to my home to film today. gave some great advice and technical tips. thanks to my dad, we resolved the problem of formatting the clips. now they are in the process of edit in Adobe Premiere Elements. Great!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a preview of the film would have to be completed by this sunday. with whatever we have, i hope we can complete this in time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-9083160351412208662?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/9083160351412208662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=9083160351412208662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/9083160351412208662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/9083160351412208662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-good-news.html' title='more good news'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-5941909813553087813</id><published>2008-11-19T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:51:43.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>filming outdoors</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSQmRDXO55I/AAAAAAAACqo/-sbyDNvNNao/s400/IMG_0285.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270379538332706706" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSQmRHL8eAI/AAAAAAAACqw/BKCYGJO6Gfg/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSQmRHL8eAI/AAAAAAAACqw/BKCYGJO6Gfg/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270379539359102978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beer bottles are some props we used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSQli15wMqI/AAAAAAAACqA/FXWNiyJZk24/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378744445416098" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSQljLZyuUI/AAAAAAAACqY/7aRpCT3Jmuk/s400/IMG_0289.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378750216943938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kayweee busy demonstrating to ryan how he wants the picture to look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSQljKlyrBI/AAAAAAAACqQ/fLFB1bC88Zw/s400/IMG_0284.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378749998836754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSQli5ANT7I/AAAAAAAACqI/fnFneBED_fM/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270378745277796274" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SSQmQ612LTI/AAAAAAAACqg/W4tlQ98Q--Q/s400/IMG_0293+copy.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270379536045190450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the laptops alongside each other roughly shows the attempt we tried to convert the files to a format suitable for iMovie but till now we still cannot do it. tomorrow, mark teng will come and help out with our technical difficulty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-5941909813553087813?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/5941909813553087813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;with joey, ryan, friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 full day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preferably the following sundays, 7th December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orchard Scene (day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MTV shots (day/evening, as day goes along)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NUS scene (day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with joey, ryan, friends, peter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 evenings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;preferably wednesday and thursday, 26th and 27th November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 aftermath scene &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 carpark scenes (evening)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 void deck scene (evening)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 window/rose scene (night)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 road side scene (day)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;with ryan only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 full day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;doorbell scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bolster scenes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 evenings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st and 4th December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; bloster scenes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;piano scenes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-1885497911089074784?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-422696475068389555</id><published>2008-11-13T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:51:17.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we gotta mac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SRz1qwlwVWI/AAAAAAAACnY/64JKq7dqiW8/s1600-h/design_keyboard20080226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SRz1qwlwVWI/AAAAAAAACnY/64JKq7dqiW8/s320/design_keyboard20080226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268355779063207266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup problem solved. our mac is attained. &lt;div&gt;now all we have to worry about would be postproduction, whereby i would need assistance to edit. i have some experience but i dont believe it's good enough so anyone who knows naynoe who can work with a mac or a PC, whichever they are comfortable with, call me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-422696475068389555?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/422696475068389555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=422696475068389555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/422696475068389555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>drawing near.</title><content type='html'>okay as the days draw near to actual filming, i would use this opportunity to also announce i have gotten a macbook specially for damien's monologue.&lt;div&gt;also, certain props has been recieved from actors/actoresses of the shortfilm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;regarding the filming, all scenes has been filmed except those that require Serene and the song singing parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, the song, already memorized and playable on the piano both minor and major versions of it by ryan, is still yet to be filmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;starting 17th to 27th, i plan to have a crew meeting. 2 to 3 days later, official filming shall begin. this schedule is based on the availability of people during this period of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ask of all involved to set that period of time free from anything else and put DM first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6055550032280070363?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6055550032280070363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6055550032280070363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6055550032280070363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6055550032280070363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-as-days-draw-near-to-actual.html' 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and song. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thing is the actress is not contatcing me and i need to choose another actor for the role of peter. this will be resolved soon. hopefully i can esolve this matter soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-112133448512661175?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/112133448512661175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=112133448512661175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/112133448512661175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SPoXQhIbWnI/AAAAAAAACkY/7L0eYUKXDsI/s1600-h/20080703165255(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SPoXQhIbWnI/AAAAAAAACkY/7L0eYUKXDsI/s320/20080703165255(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258541087447538290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SPoVjKjW0TI/AAAAAAAACj4/gkjFbTZQCqg/s1600-h/20080703165255(1).jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SPoVjKjW0TI/AAAAAAAACj4/gkjFbTZQCqg/s320/20080703165255(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258539208780730674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-5430109724452471312</id><published>2008-10-14T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:02:27.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treatment-like stuff about DM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Damien’s monologu&lt;/span&gt;e is structured according to what we call the ‘Labyrinth concept’. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A labyrinth is a maze-like cavern he dwells in, away from the world, apart from reality. Where he makes his own logic and rules. In other words, it is a fantasy world he created for himself and Serene. However, the maze within this labyrinth concept also serves as a metaphor for the actual difficulties and barriers he has to confront and overcome in order to reach and connect with Serene in reality. The stalking scenes from Damien’s point of view are purposely filmed in the dark and are obstructed by pillars and structures to portray the idea of a maze and the existence of barriers in their ‘relationship’. They come in between him and Serene and he conceal himself comfortably in his comfort zone so that he can appreciate her from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the film the labyrinth was ruined by an intrusion of Peter, Serene’s new boyfriend. Light breaks through the labyrinth and suddenly the world he was accustomed to no longer is. He needed to step out of the comfort zone of his labyrinth to make progress with Serene, as the labyrinth he had built had already been intruded and ruined by the 3rd party, upon his discovery of Serene’s boyfriend while stalking her. In other words, he needs to come out of his shell in order to sustain his fantasy and dreams. This departure from the labyrinth is portrayed in the film by a brightening of scenes, where locations are less walled up. He wanders to places in the open, unrelentingly retaining his initial sensibilities but unknowingly makes him more vulnerable to the reality of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Monologue is entirely filmed using a video camera, because the film is based on a Vlog (video blog) concept, where Damien interacts and controls the camera all by himself. He chooses to film what he wants to show, which portrays an exclusive narrow perspective of reality. This extends to his stalking scenes where a 1st person point of view is being adopted. The raw shooting technique that will be adopted creates a ‘live’ effect which helps to draw the audience into the experience, making them feel like they are going through the same pursuit as Damien. This creates a certain tenacity and tension that engages audiences, the same classic concept that is used in films like Blair witch project and Cloverfield, but in a love story context that is unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last scene there is a switch to the normal 3rd person perspective. This is because it would have reached a point where Damien’s monologue is dead and no longer relevant. There is no more perspective when Damien finally loses the video camera. Thematically it simply shows that the narrow cropping of ‘vlogging’ on the video camera is unable to contain what reality is and the audience sees the end the film with a holistic point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-5430109724452471312?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/5430109724452471312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=5430109724452471312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5430109724452471312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5430109724452471312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/treatment-like-stuff-about-dm.html' title='Treatment-like stuff about DM'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-4768974510489067714</id><published>2008-10-10T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:50:19.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan plays the piano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L36wxf9Qs5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L36wxf9Qs5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-4768974510489067714?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/4768974510489067714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=4768974510489067714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/4768974510489067714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/4768974510489067714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/ryan-plays-piano.html' title='Ryan plays the piano.'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-7521007672595144518</id><published>2008-10-07T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:07:35.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOt6jhSYQkI/AAAAAAAACh4/dq-ZRygg_lE/s1600-h/nice+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOt6jhSYQkI/AAAAAAAACh4/dq-ZRygg_lE/s320/nice+1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254428140907283010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOt6kL8x-JI/AAAAAAAACiA/ovn_eToS2Os/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOt6kL8x-JI/AAAAAAAACiA/ovn_eToS2Os/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254428152359418002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOt6koqMPHI/AAAAAAAACiI/BkmMDZguTsw/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOt6koqMPHI/AAAAAAAACiI/BkmMDZguTsw/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254428160066075762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some rehearsal shots taken of Ryan as Damien. &lt;div&gt;A glimpse of how the final look will be like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-7521007672595144518?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/7521007672595144518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=7521007672595144518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7521007672595144518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7521007672595144518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/rehearsal.html' title='Rehearsal'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOt6jhSYQkI/AAAAAAAACh4/dq-ZRygg_lE/s72-c/nice+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-4421488020647124677</id><published>2008-10-06T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:23:50.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien’s Monologue in point form</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(At all points of this film unless otherwise mentioned, Damien records his every move and thought with his hand-held videocam, like a private vlog/monologue/close-friend.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damien introduces himself and tells all he is in love with a girl from his poly, 2 years his senior.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Problem is the audience realises his love for her is not mutual and she does not even know he exists. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damien also reveals his plan on approaching her and even singing a song to woo her on Valentines day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damien begins to express himself obsessively about Serene to his new vidcam. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes he talks to the bolster treating it like Serene, practicing for the real day in which he thinks he would finally meet her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damien proves to the camera his obsession. He unveils a secret stash of her photos to admire in his room and follows her movements under her block and other places where she frequents. She never notices.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day, he realises Serene has got a special someone in her life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He wages ‘war’ with her new boyfriend, thinking he is competition. He plans on outdoing him by approaching her and singing his song he wrote for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He tried to approach her on 2 occasions but never plucked up enough courage to even get near her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On some accounts of his stalking, her boyfriend, Peter, catches glimpses of Daimen filming them but Damien always manages to run away before getting caught.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damien gets very angry with himself, but gives himself another chance before valentines day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He fails to approach her once more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Late at night, on the first hour of valentines, almost dream like, he creeps outside Serene’s house to present himself to her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He stops at the window of her bedroom and tries to touch her but he still couldn’t. She was too beautiful sleeping. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He lays down a stalk of rose beside her pillow and hums her song, like a lullaby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Her hand phone rings and Damien was startled. She stirs and he withdraws. He runs as fast as he could and finally breaks down at a corner somewhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suddenly he hears a shout. It was peter who also wanted to give her a surprise visit that very night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peter had caught sight of Damien and recognised him as the weird stalking videocam guy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peter beats Damien up there and snatches away the videocam and camera goes blank.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;(From this scene on, Damien is not filming. The film is now done in 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; person. Dolly shots/smooth movements now.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Audience realises the entire clip they have watched is being watched by Peter on her laptop in her home the next morning. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Peter is shocked by his revelation that such a person exists.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Serene comes into the scene and asks what he was watching. Peter acts blur and changes the subject, not wanting Serene to know about Damien’s video about her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Serene indifferently walks away into her room and never even got to know that he even existed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before scene closes for credits, Serene goes back into her room to choose her dress for her valentines date with Peter. She notices the rose on her bed. Curious but happy, she smells it and puts it into her handbag and leaves the room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Credits…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*Special after credits add-on: An empty bedroom where Serene had left it as is shown once more. Suddenly Damien rises from outside the window, head bleeding from peter’s battery. Looking straight into the vidcam and then at the rose where it had been. He then just walks away mysteriously…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent:-18.0pt;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;mso-fareast-font-family:Symbol;mso-bidi-font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;·&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The End&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-4421488020647124677?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/4421488020647124677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=4421488020647124677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/4421488020647124677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/4421488020647124677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/damiens-monologue-in-point-for.html' title='Damien’s Monologue in point form'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-6236868491703969280</id><published>2008-10-04T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:58:16.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rhekki 3- multistorey carpark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenlDTyTtI/AAAAAAAAChA/3cVhanumZIc/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenlDTyTtI/AAAAAAAAChA/3cVhanumZIc/s320/6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351745336266450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beside the no. 15 sign. that's where Serene's car finally parks itself and view where Damien would take a video from. It will not be so dark one la. we tried videoing. this photo is from the videocamera we used btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenKhx1yvI/AAAAAAAACgY/7BvMN6bZB18/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenKhx1yvI/AAAAAAAACgY/7BvMN6bZB18/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351289658919666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here where you see kaywee strutting about randomly, it is where Serene's car would ride up the slope to park at the no. 15 sign in photo ABOVE. Damien will be crouching at the corner in the picture BELOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenKvTKmxI/AAAAAAAACgg/xPnZ5oc06SY/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenKvTKmxI/AAAAAAAACgg/xPnZ5oc06SY/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351293288356626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is where damien crouches and talks to the camera. he will peep through the metal grilles below the yellow sign and watch Serene from afar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenK0-0jgI/AAAAAAAACgo/FFDK-PMMqg8/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenK0-0jgI/AAAAAAAACgo/FFDK-PMMqg8/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351294813638146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this entire stretch is Damien's space to walk along to film Serene walking from the carpark area above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenLOdsnmI/AAAAAAAACgw/Lruj0jpkzRc/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenLOdsnmI/AAAAAAAACgw/Lruj0jpkzRc/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351301654027874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is where Damien would hide and run for cover when peter sees him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenLTVl8OI/AAAAAAAACg4/-9N1NwVGPsk/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenLTVl8OI/AAAAAAAACg4/-9N1NwVGPsk/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253351302962213090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's another space he could hide and feel that it is same to monologue again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we have tried videoing ourselves as actors and it was fun and very productive yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6236868491703969280?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6236868491703969280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6236868491703969280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6236868491703969280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6236868491703969280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/rhekki-2-multistorey-carpark.html' title='rhekki 3- multistorey carpark'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOenlDTyTtI/AAAAAAAAChA/3cVhanumZIc/s72-c/6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-227347408479938364</id><published>2008-10-04T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T09:36:03.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>storyboards</title><content type='html'>when we were doing the storyboarding with a wacom on the computer, these drawings were produced and i felt were really funny. &lt;div&gt;though the storyboard is one of the many things i can't put on this blog, cos of it's privacy of the final plot of damien's monologue, i shall only put this one scene which is supposed to show damien playing the piano for an object that is supposed to be serene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both show the same scene:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOeaLaslUsI/AAAAAAAACgQ/4gw9gNYMZIw/s400/bolster+drops.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253337011286528706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this one is drawn by me (melvin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOeaLUv50HI/AAAAAAAACgI/9cxpiD0QK_g/s400/Untitled.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253337009689841778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and this one is drawn by kaywee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this really cracks me up! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what the hell is this picture supposed to mean?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-227347408479938364?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/227347408479938364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=227347408479938364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/227347408479938364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/227347408479938364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/storyboards.html' title='storyboards'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOeaLaslUsI/AAAAAAAACgQ/4gw9gNYMZIw/s72-c/bolster+drops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-6800322271894630634</id><published>2008-10-04T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T01:58:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rhekki 2-serene's void-deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOetQzH9sGI/AAAAAAAAChg/wMEj10LWtFk/s320/d.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357994464096354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is block 310, an 8 minute walk from chinese garden...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOetQSG8CII/AAAAAAAAChI/fbWjMubme9Q/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOetQSG8CII/AAAAAAAAChI/fbWjMubme9Q/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357985601423490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this will be the lifts she will come out from. Damien will hide behind the wall that is beside the green dustbin bottom left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOetQV7hdFI/AAAAAAAAChQ/zWyQifVEv-Y/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOetQV7hdFI/AAAAAAAAChQ/zWyQifVEv-Y/s320/b.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357986627286098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is how the view is like when damien crouches low. serene will be walking slowly into the lift landing. damien will shoot her every move above the green bin and through the mouth of the bin as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOetQqUVXiI/AAAAAAAAChY/c7Ot-arz9io/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOetQqUVXiI/AAAAAAAAChY/c7Ot-arz9io/s320/c.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253357992100060706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a set of chairs if i walk 10 steps front. a possible place damien can reside before serene appears or after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6800322271894630634?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6800322271894630634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6800322271894630634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6800322271894630634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6800322271894630634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/rhekki-3-serenes-void-deck.html' title='rhekki 2-serene&apos;s void-deck'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOetQzH9sGI/AAAAAAAAChg/wMEj10LWtFk/s72-c/d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-2697481199035327847</id><published>2008-10-03T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:39:22.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our videocam we are using</title><content type='html'>Hi all. for your information, this is the specifics and facts about the amazing camcorder Damien will be using for the entire film. if you think it is just some cheapo piece of metal, think again. introducing to you the Sony HDR-SR10. (price: US$900. go convert to SD yourself.)&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOXn3MljG2I/AAAAAAAACfY/tygpX4C3LR0/s400/5262.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252859475855088482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HDR-SR10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Damien's Videocam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some facts to consider...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The HDR-SR10 Handycam® camcorder delivers everything you need to shoot stunning Full HD 1920 x 1080 resolution video and 4 megapixel still images. With Hybrid recording technology, you can record to either an internal 40GB hard disk drive or removable Memory Stick Duo™ or Memory Stick PRO Duo™ media. A professional-quality Carl Zeiss® Vario-Sonnar® T* lens and ClearVid™ CMOS sensor (with Exmor™ technology) and BIONZ™ image processor let you capture every detail in video and still images. Additionally, Face Detection technology helps everyone put their best face forward, while the Super SteadyShot® optical image stabilization system helps ensure images remain sharp and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Most camcorders will not fit in ACC-FH50A case when the large (NP-FH100) battery is attached to camcorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1920x1080 Recording&lt;br /&gt;Record stunning, incredibly detailed video footage in the clarity of 1920 x 1080 Full HD resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face Detection for Video Footage and Digital Still Photos&lt;br /&gt;Made possible by the BIONZ™ image processing engine, Face Detection technology recognizes up to 8 faces anywhere in the frame and automatically controls focus, exposure, and color to help capture smiling faces brightly and clearly. Face Detection also helps make skin tones look natural without affecting other colors in the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.3 Megapixel ClearVid™ CMOS Sensor (with Exmor™ Technology) and BIONZ™ Image Processor&lt;br /&gt;Sony’s newly designed CMOS image sensor with delivers bright, vivid, and spectacularly detailed 2.3 megapixel (effective) video footage, as well as 4 megapixel still images -- all with prolonged battery life. Exmor™ technology captures images with high resolution and high sensitivity. In addition, the advanced Sony BIONZ™ image processor improves camera response time and screens out noise so the signal from each pixel is as pure as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIONZ™ Image Processor&lt;br /&gt;The advanced Sony BIONZ™ Image Processor uses hardware-based Large Scale Integrated (LSI) circuitry that improves camera response time, screens out noise before RAW data conversion, handles Dynamic Range Optimization processing, and prolongs battery life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exmor™ Imaging Sensor&lt;br /&gt;Exmor™ technology captures video and still photo images with high resolution, high sensitivity, and exceptional detail. Advanced on-sensor A/D conversion yields rich tonal reproduction with high signal-to-noise ratio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dual Record&lt;br /&gt;While recording video in High Definition you have the ability to capture still images directly to Memory Stick Duo™ media (sold separately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15X Optical / 180X Digital Zoom&lt;br /&gt;The optical zoom helps to bring the action close up from far away. In addition, Digital Zoom Interpolation means that extreme digital zooming is clearer, with less distortion than previous types of digital zoom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.7" Wide1 (16:9) Hybrid Touch Panel Clear Photo LCD Plus™ Display (211K Pixels)&lt;br /&gt;The 2.7" Wide1 (16:9) LCD screen provides exceptional viewing clarity with improved resolution (211K pixels). The display rotates up to 270 degrees for multiple viewing angles, as well as provides sharp, detailed images for monitoring or playback. The widescreen format makes shooting in 16:9 mode and composing shots even easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built-in zoom microphone with 5.1ch recording&lt;br /&gt;Featuring Dolby® Ditigal 5.1 Creator, the built-in zoom microphone focuses audio recording on your subjects in sync with the camera’s zoom lens, helping memories ring true with clear dialogue and crisp, discrete sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolby® Digital 5.1ch Recording&lt;br /&gt;Record in Dolby Digital 5.1ch surround sound with the camcorder’s built-in microphone. Recording in 5.1 channel surround sound allows you to experience your home movies with active sounds coming from all directions, so you can enjoy your personal home movies the way you experienced them while recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dynamic Range Optimizer&lt;br /&gt;Powered by the exclusive Sony’s BIONZ™ high-speed processing engine, D-Range Optimization preserves image data in bright highlights, such as suppressing “whiteout” in skies. When shooting in backlit settings, D-Range Optimization reveals more detail in shadows, preventing “blackout.” As a result, the captured image appears as natural as the original scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tele Macro Function&lt;br /&gt;Images shot in the Tele Macro Mode help your subject stand out by properly focusing the subject while leaving the background unfocussed. The Tele Macro Mode is useful for shooting close-up shots, especially when you need to prevent the camcorder from casting a shadow on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switchable HD/SD Format Recording&lt;br /&gt;Record and play back both High Definition (HD)4 and Standard Definition (SD) video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional Quality Carl Zeiss® Vario-Sonnar® T Lens&lt;br /&gt;Carl Zeiss® Vario-Sonnar® T lenses use highly advanced optics to deliver vivid image brilliance, true-to-life color saturation, and perfect renditions of subtle tones. The additional T coating further reduces unwanted glare and flare for increased contrast and color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active Interface Shoe&lt;br /&gt;Sony’s proprietary hot shoe makes it easy to use Intelligent Accessories, such as external lights and microphones, by providing power and on/off capability directly from the camcorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USB 2.0 Interface6&lt;br /&gt;The USB 2.0 interface6 provides an easy way to connect your camcorder to a PC for fast transfer of video and still images for editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stamina® Battery Power Management System&lt;br /&gt;When using the Sony InfoLITHIUM® Battery, the Stamina® Battery Power Management System helps the camcorder prolong battery life for extra long continuous recording times from a single charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery Information&lt;br /&gt;At the touch of a button, battery information is displayed on the LCD screen when charging and when the camcorder is turned off. When using the LCD screen or viewfinder, the display will show how much the battery is charged -- in 10% increments -- and the recordable time left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-2697481199035327847?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/2697481199035327847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=2697481199035327847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/2697481199035327847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/2697481199035327847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-videocam-we-are-using.html' title='Our videocam we are using'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOXn3MljG2I/AAAAAAAACfY/tygpX4C3LR0/s72-c/5262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-3107061777746845406</id><published>2008-10-02T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T02:42:22.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ok the final edit for the song, together with tune and stuff is done. here is the official lyrics for it. Very nice and beautifully written, thanks to the talent of Timothy Wan. Enjoy humming the song to yourself. Although you might not know the tune, STILL... "it's the greatest and best song in the world!" -Damien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Serene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by Timothy Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene, your face and your lips and your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;They fill my mind all day and every time.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, they’re just another part of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Where I, can be right there next to your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the one, the face in my mind, every night,&lt;br /&gt;A breath of fresh air, you made everything turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;Serene, I need to tell you just how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;No one else would ever make me feel the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I picture you, next to me, happy as ever can be.&lt;br /&gt;Though I know in my heart, we are like worlds set apart.&lt;br /&gt;Serene, you are my all, I want to make the story of ‘us’,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a hint, show me a sign, that you could be mine.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-3107061777746845406?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/3107061777746845406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=3107061777746845406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/3107061777746845406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/3107061777746845406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-3529092268672872322</id><published>2008-10-01T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:00:53.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>otot!</title><content type='html'>today is another meeting. it's between Ryan Chow (damien) and the producers.&lt;div&gt;the script has been discussed once more and a final edit is being consolidated right now. the latest the completed script should be done would be by this friday. Ryan had undergone a rehearsal and has shown promise beyond expectations. However there is still the need for rehearsals for certain emotions he is not as good at. We realised the filming for ryan can be done OTOT because he is most free and has the most scenes to clear. Hopefully by november, we only have to film the scenes left which would require Serene and Peter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly i feel that the film is a very unique one and the characters and plot devlopment is very captivating in many areas. i do hope people have the trust in us that we do know our stuff and that this film can and will be a success. thanks be to all who has lent a hand so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-3529092268672872322?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/3529092268672872322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=3529092268672872322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/3529092268672872322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/3529092268672872322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/10/otot.html' title='otot!'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-1954667438101292963</id><published>2008-09-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:26:45.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damien's update</title><content type='html'>howdydoo, we have not been updating this blog for the past 2 months NOT because the project is stagnant BUT it's because we just have got stuff that we have not confirmed yet. now stuff have been confirmed, script has been revamped for the 5th time thanks to Martin's great efforts. The song and band has been confirmed by Timothy. Casts have verbally confirmed their interest in the film.&lt;div&gt;let's wish/pray this film will be a raving success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed cast update: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*not confirmed YET! however i can say they have shown interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ryan Chow (first boy in advert shown below) (Local Pianist prodigy/RJC msic elective) as Damien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOZHWQ50xbI/AAAAAAAACfo/Qqa5Gy2bmKc/s400/ryan+music.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252964463194457522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey Feng (Below)(1st Runner-up Miss Singapore Universe) as Serene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOZG6TUv-pI/AAAAAAAACfg/RwIRoCu8Rcw/s400/471432984_2744d4bdaa.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252963982807923346" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Li Sheng (Below)(Acted for NUS play/Bodybuilder) as Peter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOZHWTytLBI/AAAAAAAACfw/7qnOVHcRgik/s400/DSCN2841.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252964463969905682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed filming dates: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week of November that is 23-30th November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;*days required for different actors vary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st supposed scheduled film showcase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMU film festival, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Re&lt;/span&gt;/pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sent! Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-29th January 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-1954667438101292963?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/1954667438101292963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=1954667438101292963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/1954667438101292963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/1954667438101292963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/09/damiens-update.html' title='damien&apos;s update'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOZHWQ50xbI/AAAAAAAACfo/Qqa5Gy2bmKc/s72-c/ryan+music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-5309495172219034354</id><published>2008-09-09T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:35:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOZJq642_-I/AAAAAAAACf4/BZmt0QHVP-w/s1600-h/artsfest_nonsense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOZJq642_-I/AAAAAAAACf4/BZmt0QHVP-w/s400/artsfest_nonsense.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252967017085337570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above is the logo for this year's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;CaiYu has told me that there will be another one next year and she is helping to organize a film festival next year in January and offered to showcase our film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that damien monologue can be completed mid december this year so that we can showcase it in time for that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. she has agreed to screen ours if we do it well in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-5309495172219034354?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/5309495172219034354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=5309495172219034354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5309495172219034354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5309495172219034354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SOZJq642_-I/AAAAAAAACf4/BZmt0QHVP-w/s72-c/artsfest_nonsense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-974167427786425784</id><published>2008-08-03T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T07:08:44.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 meetings have been done this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Protagonist of DM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and Martin (Script Advisor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Protagonist of DM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ran through the entire script scene by scene with him. Made the script more his style, learnt how we can make the script easier for him by imposing his own personalities and beliefs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some scenes were strengthened after discussion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also rehearsed some scenes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He presented to me his version of DM which was rather similar but he saw the themes and treatment of it, which i have missed out during the scriptwriting process. He made the skeleton of the whole script stronger by injecting his 'Labyrinth' concept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also some scenes were strengthened after discussion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We also discussed about framing and actual shooting itself, how it should look artistically. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-974167427786425784?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/974167427786425784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=974167427786425784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/974167427786425784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/974167427786425784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/08/progress-this-week.html' title='Progress this week'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-3448897856191629938</id><published>2008-07-22T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T03:49:39.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scriptwriting excellence</title><content type='html'>yes. we do note our script is a bit brief for a film. when i read it , it is still one dimensional, overly blatant, resultantly bland lacking a professional natural touch we aimed to get. we sat down one evening planning on how we can revamp and construct a stronger and believable script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since publicity week is over, we now move our focus to the script. me and Kaywee had met. no major changes on our part, (unless martin comes up with amazing things) BUT do expect more 'color' injected into the script which we believe will make our inaugural film a smashing hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the key considerations in Damien's Monologue Version 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quirks and subtleties for Damien (character complexities think Heath Ledger's Joker)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set design&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pace of film&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Framing, cropping of video cam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play with visuals (seeing and not seeing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play with color and lighting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprises&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brushing up on rashness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metaphors and imageries in film&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Also do note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;already tim had composed the song, "Serene" and also found us a band.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;martin has volunteered his assistance to make better the script.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;actors and actresses have been chosen from the wide response.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-3448897856191629938?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/3448897856191629938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=3448897856191629938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have finalized people who are involved in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Proposed main cast:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Damien- ryan chow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;serene- ?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;serene's bf- (her real bf/sam ng/tommy toh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Also, 3rd draft of damien's monologue will come out, together with treatment as discussions of details have been done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-1529660454264669572?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/1529660454264669572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=1529660454264669572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;*To those who responded during the week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;during this publicity week i have a great positive response from friends and likely interested people. i have yet to meet with mr co-producer to discuss about our options but i will ensure that i will get to all who expressed interest in making this film a success asap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhekki One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the following images are settings for scenes around Serene's house&lt;br /&gt;however the carpark scene i realised has to be done somewhere else because the staircase landing does not have a window looking out into a carpark. however it has to be nearby.to fully utilize the day. i will go rhekki again another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIFLpfAnkxI/AAAAAAAABq4/rW6Lb2vUX0I/s1600-h/DSC_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIFLpfAnkxI/AAAAAAAABq4/rW6Lb2vUX0I/s400/DSC_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224540218797298450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where damien hides behind pillars to look at Serene. i feel that this lift is not very nice, i'll probably fine another better somewhere in the vicinity. however damien's monologue is supposed to look real/raw whatever so ya the more in shambles things are the better it suits the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIFLpzgg5NI/AAAAAAAABrA/NUyXKga-zsM/s1600-h/DSC_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIFLpzgg5NI/AAAAAAAABrA/NUyXKga-zsM/s400/DSC_0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224540224299787474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rose scene where damien puts rose beside her head when she is sleeping. here is the walkway he lumbers through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIFLqTF59YI/AAAAAAAABrI/5-fqlhYFemE/s1600-h/DSC_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIFLqTF59YI/AAAAAAAABrI/5-fqlhYFemE/s400/DSC_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224540232778118530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rose scene's window where he places rose in. note the height of window is just nice for rose scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIFLqufcqbI/AAAAAAAABrQ/I4XIvz225yU/s1600-h/DSC_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIFLqufcqbI/AAAAAAAABrQ/I4XIvz225yU/s400/DSC_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224540240133007794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another view of the walkway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-7883513225569080392?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/7883513225569080392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=7883513225569080392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-5364768644490889509</id><published>2008-07-18T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T03:33:18.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shortfilm screenings</title><content type='html'>Ok these are some possible screenings we can showcase Damien's Monologue after it is done.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: these are, especially substation, for up and coming/new filmmakers wanting an audience for their shortfilm.&lt;br /&gt;So YES people WILL see this when it is done and YES this will pay off.&lt;br /&gt;FYI2: there are definately more from NAC, NLB and SFC but i did not bother checking. i believe as time passes, more opportunities will surface as royston's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 lotus&lt;/span&gt; and jack neo's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;money no enough 2&lt;/span&gt; becomes another local hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sinema Showoff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt; Sinema Old School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt; Every Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on now:&lt;/span&gt; Refer to link, loner's trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link:&lt;/span&gt; http://www.sinema.sg/oldschool/calendar/loners-trilogy/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Short Cuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt; National Museum of Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When: &lt;/span&gt;An annual affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on now: &lt;/span&gt;Most anticipated. This year is SSC's 5th year running. Dates: 12, 19, 26 July &amp;amp; 2 August. Times: 2 - 5:30pm. Admission: Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link:&lt;/span&gt; http://www.nationalmuseum.sg/ (click on what's on and view 5th Singapore Short Cuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIBwehOzaUI/AAAAAAAABqo/gKNZ3d7upeY/s1600-h/FirstTake_200x150.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIBwehOzaUI/AAAAAAAABqo/gKNZ3d7upeY/s400/FirstTake_200x150.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224299237368621378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Substation Moving Images Presents: First take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Substation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt; Every 1st Monday of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's on now:&lt;/span&gt; It is actually a  popular screening of new local short films and is followed by a Q&amp;amp;A with the  filmmakers. A platform for new filmmakers and anyone who is interested in  filmmaking to meet, exchange ideas and show their work. See the future talents  of Singapore film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link:&lt;/span&gt; http://www.substation.org/whats_on/moving_images/now_showing.html#shortcuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-5364768644490889509?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/5364768644490889509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=5364768644490889509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5364768644490889509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/5364768644490889509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/shortfilm-screenings.html' title='Shortfilm screenings'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SIBwehOzaUI/AAAAAAAABqo/gKNZ3d7upeY/s72-c/FirstTake_200x150.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-6636165143409697553</id><published>2008-07-15T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:49:48.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is stopping us from filming as of now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(kaywee do add on if i miss out anything we discussed .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmation of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weenie can i use your house for a scene where Damien gives a rose to sleeping Serene?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who has a mac computer for film editing? (preferably mac book pro or mac PC) otherwise we have to use my adobe premier which i don't really like. but thats being fussy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can i use amanda/sophia's car for filming some scenes that requires it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Casting of the following characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serene's boyfriend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Random old lady (extra)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;about 2 more extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Pre-production works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usage of SAJC as the school to film scene 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rehearsals with Damien.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photos (voyeuristic) of Serene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Composing of song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;With all these done, Damien's Monologue can officially begin filming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6636165143409697553?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6636165143409697553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6636165143409697553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6636165143409697553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6636165143409697553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-stopping-us-from-filming-as-of.html' title='what is stopping us from filming as of now'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-7350312630656100365</id><published>2008-07-15T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:56:33.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damien’s Monologue Script (as at 150708)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 21.5pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Damien’s Monologue Script&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;As at 150708&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;3 main changes:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The ending changed to a more sad one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 6 and 7 swapped around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 8 removed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sypnosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Romantic story of a boy who has a secret deep crush on a girl but is just too shy to do anything about it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 1 Introduction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Piano playing tune of ‘Serene’ song. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Footages of important ceremonies shown. But video camera would subsequently veer away from activity or event to the many students and then focusing on one girl, Serene. She is sleeping discreetly from the boring speech, she is chatting with her friends.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Screen goes blank, Title of film appears in middle: Damien’s Monologue.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 2 Damien Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Video camera is switched on and is attached to a tripod stand in front of the wall that audience realise is in a bedroom over a bed where light comes in from window at the right. Numbers at bottom of time and day like those of raw video footage. A pillow and bolster is strewn on the far right, a blanket is ruffled as if someone just woke up from it and left. A soft tune is playing in the background. Camera wobbles and shakes. A face appears from above as fingers appear at bottom of screen: Boy is adjusting the camera. He tsks and curses under his breath as the camera refuses to sit well on the tripod. After the camera is fitted properly, Damien clad in a singlet and boxers moves to sit on the bed for a while reading the last few instructions for his new digicam. Soon he regains composure and clears his throat.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hello I am Damien Ho Mun Tat. I am still in love with this girl name Serene Teo Xin Yi. This girl. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Shows a photograph of Serene in an old copy of a student year book.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I love her because she is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and her face look like an angel’s face. (he said with much joy. Lokoes up with dreamy eyes.) Her eyes are more beautiful than Felicia Chin’s. (Damien pouts.)Her lips is more sexy than Shu Qi’s. I love Serene Teo. (pauses in reminiscence.) First time, I met her is in secondary school. She was in class 4C and I was in 4H which is 1 level down from her classroom. From downstairs, I will always look up and gaze at her. That’s why I don’t do well in my studies. (Laughs at own joke. Then counts with fingers the folling information.) Also I was in the AVA audio visual club in school which means I in charge of the OHP, video equipment and other electronic gadgets. Every time her class need OHP, I would surely volunteer just so that I can see her once more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Also every time I film for the school be it prize giving ceremony, teacher day, youth day, national day, I film the events well but then after a while, I will be distracted by Serene. And because of that, I was kicked out of the AVA crew. It was so embarrassing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;He laughs)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Can you believe it? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Looks away awhile.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now im in Ngee Ann Polytechnic doing engineering. She’s in JC. Time now is 7.12am.In 15 minutes time, Serene will come out from her home to go to her school. I know it because I just know everything about Serene. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(He gives a smartass smirk.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Scene cuts when Damien switches off video camera.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Video camera is focused on a blank wall again with names ‘DAMIEN LOVES SERENE 4EVER’.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien pastes torn photo of Serene and then a torn photo of himself side by side. Camera stays for a while then switches off.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 3 Serene’s Block&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien is standing against a wall looking rather impatient. He sighs and looks over his shoulder occasionally.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I better not talk too loudly or else people will think I’m crazy. She’s not here yet. Waiting. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien scratches chin and fiddles with lens. Elevator makes a sound and the door opens. Catches glimpse of Damien’s eyes that are suddenly large. Video camera rumbles into position but points at an old lady walking out of the lift. It is not serene.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Choy choy choy. That is not my Serene okay. That’s some lao cha bor. My Serene is around my age. Long hair. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Elevator makes sound again. Camera catches Serene wearing her Junior College Uniform and walking obliviously out and away.She is quirky in the way she dresses, has distinct styles as Damien will soon pick out. Damien zooms into her as well as her features as he discribes.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There, my Serene Teo in her JC uniform. Notice the way she clutch her sling bag. She never ever uses the sling because I think she thinks that it will ruin her posture. It’s true you know. And she doesn’t like to tie her hair when her hair is still wet like that. I think that’s how she manages to keep such straight and soft hair. Also see her shoelace, one side orange one side pink. Very stylish I think. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Camera shoots her back as she walks away from scene till she disappears at a bend beside a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;. Then camera veers to Damien’s face where he smiles before he switches off.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;And she’s gone…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 4 Coffeeshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Camera is switched on again and Damien is seen looking around, trying to hide it from everyone’s view except his own and speaks without looking at the camera in a coffee shop. He then veers video camera towards Serene seating a few tables away.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now I am at a coffee shop. In front of me, you can see Serene eating by herself. Sometimes, she will eat with her friends. Today, she is eating alone. She always eat the same prawn noodle soup , not the oily dry kind like the normal people eat. You will notice that every time she take a mouthful, she have this quirk of sniffing her food first. There she goes! She sniffed did you see? Very cute don’t you think? Again! Now you see the way she eats the prawn, she will always pull off the tail with her mouth first. Such an unglamorous task still she does it so well. Then she will dip the prawn into the soy sauce twice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Food served in front of video camera as waist of oblivious aunty with waist pouch stands in front of the screen. She says, “You ordered oyster omelette right? Four dollars thank you.“ Camera eventually switches off.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 5 Damien’s Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Sitting on the bed is Damien with a electric piano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Today I am going to play you a song called ‘Serene’ which I wrote specially for her. Here it goes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(He plays perfectly. As he sings his eyebrows arch upwards giving a pathetic sad look.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Serene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way, that you are Serene.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the greatest girl, I’ve ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song, especially for you,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day, you’ll love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard for me, to keep feelings at bay&lt;br /&gt;And it pains me deeply, each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind, to watch you silently,&lt;br /&gt;And pray that one day, you’ll be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never wanted something, so much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never wanted anyone else, to be my wife.&lt;br /&gt;But I only see you, from behind quietly,&lt;br /&gt;And only wish you’d be with me, for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I can never love you,&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;You’re so near yet so far,&lt;br /&gt;I still watch you from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;i&gt;He sighs as he looks away and listlessly plays the piano and stops. In his eyes one can see a longing desire to be with her.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(After a while, Damien switches off camera.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 6 Second level stairway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(He’s seated on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; floor stairway with ledge that overlooks car park, eating a pack of chips. 2 cans of red bull is strewn in a corner of the dirty floor as he squats dreamily for a moment. A car breaking sound resounds downstairs and the sound of a car door opens.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m now waiting for serene at the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; level of her block where she stays. I do this every Saturday night without fail because every Saturday night she will go out with her friends. Here I will catch a glimpse of her at her prettiest. From over here, it looks down to where her friend will always drop her off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There here she comes… There she is. Wow! Look at how pretty she is! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Stunning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 7 Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Video camera is facing the bed once again like scene 1. The guitar leans on the wall. Light is on and Damien hops onto the bed with a bolster propped up onto the wall. Bolster has Serene’s photo on it. He sits beside the bolster and looks at it for a while.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;We are all alone now. (He looks at the screen then looks towards the bolster.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Touches her ‘face’.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I want to tell you something…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(He whispers into the bolster.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I love you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(He puts ear on bolster.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You are not sure?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But I really like you. I liked you since I saw you. I like the way you laugh and all the ways you do things. I liked the way you smile, the way you eat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;How do I know? Well, I have always loved you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You never kissed before? You want a kiss? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You sure? Okay…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Hand on ‘waist’, leg propped up. Damien moves his lips towards the bolster and almost kisses it when mother from outside his room knocks and shouts at him to do his work and not play computer games or daydream.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ya la. Studying la! And Damien switches off the camera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 8 Coffee shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Camera is switched on again and Damien is in the coffee shop again. He I staring at something for a while. He then veers video camera towards Serene and a male friend who is seating close beside her tables away. Damien does not sound very cheery.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Right now you see Serene eating again but today… it looks like she is getting close with this… guy friend. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Video camera zooms onto into her smiling face as she talks to the other guy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Camera then zooms out a bit to capture the two.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He looks like a gangster from the street. I don’t like the way he is leaning so closely to her and- I hope he will just be a normal friend to her then disappear.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Her male friend looks up and sees him recording them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Shit oh shit!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien immediately shifts away camera into bag beside it. A moment of darkness. Then camera comes out and is placed on the seat, an alternate view of Serene away from the view of the boy’s.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 9 Queuing up somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Serene and the guy friend out eating again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Camera fumbles around in his hands and focuses on the legs of them in front of him. He is queuing up directly behind Serene and the boy in MacDonald’s. Damien records the boy’s hands moving towards her waist and Serene pushes his hand away. Guy friend tries again but fails again. Hears Serene say, “Peter, stop it.”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Video camera pans away and switches off.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 10 Damien’s Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(A terrorist looking Damien dressed in a dangerous manner brandishing a toy gun that makes sounds stands in front of the same wall.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m going to warn that young man that is touching my Serene. I’m going to warn him that if he ever does anything to my Serene I will not hesitate to kill him. I will cut off your head and hang it at the door frame of your house. I will kill your mother your father and all your brother sister aunty uncle. I will not hesitate to cut your body and cook curry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien breathes deeply. Pretends to do some form of sword dance but gets tired of it after a while and stops hopelessly and also stops the recording.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 11 Second level of Stairway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Waits at same stairway again for Serene to come back from her Saturday out, eating potato chips and drinking red bull. Many recordings of complains that she has yet to turn up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Saturday night. Time 11.30pm. And she is not here yet. Sigh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Plays with red bull can.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Time 12.15am. Latest she has ever came back. Where the fuck did she go?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Rocking back and forth on the floor. Plays song on phone.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Time 1.12am. What the hell is she doing. When is she coming back? I hope she’s not with that creep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Lying on the ground. Next recording sees him standing up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She’s here. She’s here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;( A car comes to the empty lot. Car door opens but does not open fully. Light in car switches on. Serene is seen lip-locked with Peter. His hand goes down her thigh. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;What he hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;( Damien zooms in on what he is doing and curses. Hand wobbles. Camera slowly faces to his own face which was cold as stone. Aims camera back on them again and the red bull can on the ledge falls onto the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; level. Young man from the car stops kissing Serene and looks up. Damien immediately withdraws and bolts away Camera left wobbling up with him then turns off.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 12 Stairway of 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien is seen sneaking down the stairs he ran from. Shoots camera at his own face that is sweaty.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;His car is parked in the car park down there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien shows car park where the car still sits.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;He didn’t leave. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien runs to the ground level and leans on wall. Peeps for a while and looks then hides and whispers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;What the hell. They are making out at the table in the void deck. See for yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Video camera veers to peep from the wall and the couple is seen kissing particularly Peter who was trying to get hot and heavy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chao Chee Bie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Switches off video camera.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Scene 13 Damien’s Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(He is sitting slumped on the wall in his room with tears brimming in his eyes. Piano slumped by his side.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I’m okay. I’m okay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Sniff. Curses. Closes eyes to control himself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sniffs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Serene. I thought. I thought maybe one day I will get a chance to be with you. That I will be the first one to be with you and make you feel happy. But- but now… I don’t know already.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Plays piano. Coughs. Closes eyes and breathed. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way, that you are Serene.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the greatest girl, I’ve ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song, especially for you,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day, you’ll love me too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Wipes tears and continues.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It’s hard for me, to keep feelings at bay&lt;br /&gt;And it pains me deeply, each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind, to watch you silently,&lt;br /&gt;And pray that one day, you’ll be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(More sobbing than singing and mucus flows.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never wanted something, so much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never wanted anyone else, to be my wife.&lt;br /&gt;But I only see you, from behind quietly,&lt;br /&gt;And only wish you’d be with me, for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I can never love you,&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;You’re so near yet so far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Song slow and out of tune. Agonising time singing the words.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still watch you from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien sits there stoning for a long while. Lights a cigarette. Lighter shakes violently in his hand, making it impossible to light it.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chapter 14 Corridor of Serene’s flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien walks towards through a barely lit corridor of the HDB flat. Filming his every advance. her bedroom window and sees her sleep. Uses night mode and tapes her peaceful sleep. He places a rose beside her head and sings.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It’s hard for me, to keep feelings at bay&lt;br /&gt;And it pains me deeply, each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind, to watch you silently,&lt;br /&gt;And pray that one day, you’ll be with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Sniff.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Hand stretches out to touch her cheek but she turns over the other side. He sobs uncontrollably. Embarrassed he switches off video camera.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chapter 15 Void Deck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien stands at the void deck of Serene’s house. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Damien: 7.20am. Waiting for Serene once again. (Sniff.) Not here yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Damien veers view to lift that is not active. “HOI!” Shouted a man’s voice. Camera veers to his right and sees Peter standing at his far right walking towards him with clenched fists. Camera is ignored as Damien seems to be backing away. He pushes Damien to the wall and he slides down by the weight of Peter the boyfriend. The camera is left on the ground facing an empty void deck. he punches as camera records nothing but sounds and a blank floor till he was slammed onto floor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Peter: You freaking hell are the pervert always filming us right? You freaking like to film people right? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Peter picks up the video camera and faces it at him as he kicks him. Damien writhes in pain. Blood is seen.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Peter: Why are you recording Serene and me? Huh? The video’s mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Damien: Nooo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Videocam is seen moving away from Damien. Peter laughs. Then goes blank and static sound with lines flash on screen. Tape ends here.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chapter 16 Peter’s House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;( Camera pans out and audience realise the whole video footage was being watched on a computer screen by the boyfriend, and a friend in a house. Peter looked pleased with himself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Peter: What a sucker.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Friend beside peter: That disgusting guy! My god! Lucky you whacked him up good. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Peter: Yeah. This guy is crazy. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Friend beside peter: Fucked up asshole.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Serene appears at the door way of the bedroom.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Guys I thought I told you we’re leaving now! What are you guys watching?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Peter: You’ll never want to see it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Friend beside Peter: (laughter) Yeah.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Both boys left the room. Serene goes to the desk to take her handbag. She then notices a video camera and picks it up. She gives a puzzled look, shrugs her shoulders and walks off. Attentive audience members will notice the rose is in her handbag.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Song ‘Serene’ is played at credits.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-7350312630656100365?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/7350312630656100365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=7350312630656100365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7350312630656100365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7350312630656100365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/damiens-monologue-script-as-at-150708.html' title='Damien’s Monologue Script (as at 150708)'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-7446866903866572269</id><published>2008-07-15T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:04:29.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Shortfilm Call Sheet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi all. this is the jpeg version of the email i will spam your mailbox. read it, agree to it and we'll see if we can pull you into the damien's monologue bandwagon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dont forget to chainmail/tag/poke/whatever to all your friends out there when i send you the email.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Click the images to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SHthZN-2PlI/AAAAAAAABqA/cOjNH-vlRmw/s1600-h/dm+call+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SHthZN-2PlI/AAAAAAAABqA/cOjNH-vlRmw/s400/dm+call+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222875278744108626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SHthZooZwGI/AAAAAAAABqI/mWvK5EIoSXU/s1600-h/dm+call+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SHthZooZwGI/AAAAAAAABqI/mWvK5EIoSXU/s400/dm+call+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222875285897724002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-7446866903866572269?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/7446866903866572269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=7446866903866572269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7446866903866572269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/7446866903866572269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/official-shortfilm-call-sheet.html' title='Official Shortfilm Call Sheet'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SHthZN-2PlI/AAAAAAAABqA/cOjNH-vlRmw/s72-c/dm+call+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-362916880813174783</id><published>2008-07-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:18:48.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thing to note. The script published here is NOT the finished article. Yes, the script is being refined at the moment, certain tweaks here and there will be made to enhance the story. For example, Chapter 18 will no longer be so. The ending has been changed because the current one you see...well it does seem kinda cheesy (serene touched...sings a duet with damien...erm). So, a new ending has been in place, but will not yet be revealed. We strive for a quality product, thats why we try to improve the material the best that we can. Stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-362916880813174783?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/362916880813174783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=362916880813174783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/362916880813174783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/362916880813174783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>kaywee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464803219943069336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-6546652763999724349</id><published>2008-07-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:53:00.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The co-producer's monologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, to kickstart my first ever contribution to this blog here, I am going to reveal some of my thoughts going into this project. Hopefully, it shall and will be my debut involvement in a film project and I am going to help Melvin materalise his story into a real short film and make his Damien come to life. First and foremost, for anyone's information here, I shall reveal our objectives going into this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) For fun. (We are bored with our NS lives and we need a stimulus, like a creative interesting project, to rejuvenate us.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2)For experience. (Test the waters, see how it goes. Prepare us for 'The Big One') &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3)For credibility and credentials. (Well that is if it ever turns  out to be good enough to be recognised, and screened. Have faith.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4)Build confidence. (We need it, we are virgin noobs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I agreed to go into this as I do recognise the potential of Melvin's concept and idea here. Damien, who i sees as a creepy lovelorn stalker with a tender side, is controversial and different. He is creepy and pitiful at the same time. Sweet lovelorn guys are just overdone these days, a bit of psycho factor can spice things up a lil. The vlog kind of concept and presentation is manageble, practical and unique, gives the film some sort of character and suits our resources (or lack of it) well. Basically, this film is economical, and has the potential to rise above mediocrity and stand out from all these 'artistic' shorts we have in Singapore. The never-out-of-fashion unrequited bittersweet love story, done in a refreshing style of reality-based storytelling, and throw in the creepy psycho factor. Sounds like a winner? Well we'll see. And I hope people will do see after it really becomes a motion picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, a main concern here. We do need a Pretty female lead. A girl who possesses the sort of charm that could stun Damien into such crazy obsession. Or at least make the whole notion seems remotely believable.&lt;/span&gt; A pivotal character that can define the film. And the best of all, she doesnt really even need to act. Just walk around in different outfits and act pretty, plain and simple. No brains required (not to say brainy girls are not welcomed of course).  Well hopefully we can get our 'Serene' asap. Especially after posting this out. (If you can make your way to this website, I am sure you can contact at least one of us. Feel free.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;K thats all for now folks, I will return again if there are any snippets, updates, developments etc etc. Till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-6546652763999724349?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/6546652763999724349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=6546652763999724349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6546652763999724349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/6546652763999724349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/co-producers-monologue.html' title='The co-producer&apos;s monologue'/><author><name>kaywee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12464803219943069336</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-680255699727689467</id><published>2008-07-14T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:37:57.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Roles</title><content type='html'>Roles open for interested people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serene&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serene's boyfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Composer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Band to play song&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helpers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cameraman(best if he/she has experience in it.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-680255699727689467?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/680255699727689467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=680255699727689467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/680255699727689467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/680255699727689467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/open-roles.html' title='Open Roles'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-7392044432803636538</id><published>2008-07-14T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T04:28:57.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>call for song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Call for singer/ songwriters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi everyone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;Melvin and Kaywee are not ubertalented individuals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;We cannot compose songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;We need &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tune&lt;/span&gt; for the song that will be sang by Damien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chorus &lt;/span&gt;for the song is yet to be composed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span&gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; band &lt;/span&gt;to play a rock version of this song for the credits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the song Serene so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way, that you are Serene.&lt;br /&gt;You’re the greatest girl, I’ve ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this song, especially for you,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day, you’ll love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard for me, to keep feelings at bay&lt;br /&gt;And it pains me deeply, each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind, to watch you silently,&lt;br /&gt;And pray that one day, you’ll be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never wanted something, so much in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never wanted anyone else, to be my wife.&lt;br /&gt;But I only see you, from behind quietly,&lt;br /&gt;And only wish you’d be with me, for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;I can never love you,&lt;br /&gt;Too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;You’re so near yet so far,&lt;br /&gt;I still watch you from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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song'/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-160741240993197968</id><published>2008-07-09T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:00:47.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>proposed schedule for shoot</title><content type='html'>This is the filming schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Filming will span thru 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;5th day is optional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/SCw6SI77_WI/AAAAAAAABec/V0em15Tj1XY/s1600-h/schedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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Monologue &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THIS SHORT STORY WILL BECOME A FILM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Proposed Cast so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damien Ho&lt;/span&gt; is Ryan Chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serene Teo&lt;/span&gt; is Natalie Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; is Peter (Serene's Boyfriend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serene's Friend&lt;/span&gt; is Amanda Ong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timothy Wan&lt;/span&gt; is Song writer Composer for song 'Serene'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melvin Tan&lt;/span&gt; is Scriptwriter/Director/Producer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thong Kaywee&lt;/span&gt; is Co-producer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark Teng&lt;/span&gt; is Experienced Advisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Henry Poh&lt;/span&gt; is On scene Screenshot Photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Interested personnel who would like to help out in anyway make it known to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More help the better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Already have a video camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's needed is a Macintosh Desktop Computer. Anyone with one or know anyone with it do inform me asap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sypnosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Romantic story of a boy who has a secret deep crush on a girl but is just too shy to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 1 Introduction&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Piano playing tune of ‘Serene’ song. &lt;i style=""&gt;Footages of important ceremonies shown. But video camera would subsequently veer away from activity or event to the many students and then focusing on one girl, Serene. She is sleeping discreetly from the boring speech, she is chatting with her friends.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;Shows an old footage of a lesson being taught and filmed in a classroom with a video camera recording from the back. Damien wheels in an OHP into the class. Serene cannot be seen in the film but Damien is seen giving short but quick and nervous glances at a spot before walking out awkwardly.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 2 Damien Bedroom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(A camera pans past a wall of photos. A finger points to distinct sets of photos and Damien’s voice narrates the different significances of each photo.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is when she was walking to school. This was when she was doing a project at the school canteen. This is after an evening out on a Saturday. This was a performance she was involved in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Video camera is veers away and is attached to a tripod stand in front ofthe wall that audience realise is in a bedroom over a bed where light comes in from window at the right. Numbers at bottom of time and day like those of raw video footage. A pillow and bolster is strewn on the far right, a blanket is ruffled as if someone just woke up from it and left. A soft tune is playing in the background. Camera wobbles and shakes. A face appears from above as fingers appear at bottom of screen: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Boy is adjusting the camera. He tsks and curses under his breath as the camera refuses to sit well on the tripod. After the camera is fitted properly, Damien clad in a singlet and boxers moves to sit on the bed for a while, gains composure and clears his throat.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello I am Damien Ho Mun Tat. I am still in love with this girl name Serene Teo Xin Yi. This girl. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;Shows a photograph of Serene in an old copy of a student year book.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love her because she is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and her face look like an angel’s face. (he said with much joy. Lokoes up with dreamy eyes.) Her eyes are more beautiful than Felicia Chin’s. (Damien pouts.)Her lips is more sexy than Shu Qi’s. I love Serene Teo. (pauses in reminiscence.) First time, I met her is in secondary school. She was in class 4C and I was in 4H which is 1 level down from her classroom. From downstairs, I will always look up and gaze at her. That’s why I don’t do well in my studies. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Laughs at own joke. Then counts with fingers the folling information.) Also I was in the AVA audio visual club in school which means I in charge of the OHP, video equipment and other electronic gadgets. Every time her class need OHP, I would surely volunteer just so that I can see her once more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Also every time I film for the school be it prize giving ceremony, teacher day, youth day, national day, I film the events well but then after a while, I will be distracted by Serene. And because of that, I was kicked out of the AVA crew. It was so embarrassing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;He laughs)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you believe it? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Looks away awhile.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now im in Ngee Ann Polytechnic doing engineering. She’s in JC. Time now is 7.12am.In 15 minutes time, Serene will come out from her home to go to her school. I know it because (silence as he thinks then speaks with assurance and clenched fists.) I have vowed to devote my whole heart and life to the beautiful Serene that I have fallen so in love with. And now that’s why I know everything. Everything about Serene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Scene cuts when Damien switches off video camera.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Video camera is focused on a blank wall again with names ‘DAMIEN LOVES SERENE 4EVER’.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Damien pastes torn photo of Serene and then a torn photo of himself side by side. Camera stays for a while then switches off.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 3 Serene’s Block&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Damien is standing against a wall looking rather impatient. He sighs and looks over his shoulder occasionally.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I better not talk too loudly wait people think I’m crazy. She’s not here yet. Waiting. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Damien scratches chin and fiddles with lens. Elevator makes a sound and the door opens. Catches glimpse of Damien’s eyes that are suddenly large. Video camera rumbles into position but points at an old lady walking out of the lift. It is not serene.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Choy choy choy. That is not my Serene okay. That’s some lao cha bor. My Serene is around my age. Long hair. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;Elevator makes sound again. Camera catches Serene wearing her Junior College Uniform and walking obliviously out and away. Damien zooms into her.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There, my Serene Teo in her JC uniform. Notice the way she clutch her sling bag. She never ever uses the sling because I think she thinks that it will ruin her posture. It’s true you know. And she doesn’t like to tie her hair when her hair is still wet like that. I think that’s how she manages to keep such straight and soft hair. Also see her shoelace, one side orange one side pink. Very stylish I think. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Camera shoots her back as she walks away from scene till she disappears at a bend beside a tree&lt;/i&gt;. Then camera veers to Damien’s face where he gave an air kiss before he switches off.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And she’s gone…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 4 Coffeeshop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;Camera is switched on again and Damien is seen looking around, trying to hide it from everyone’s view except his own and speaks without looking at the camera in a coffee shop. He then veers video camera towards Serene seating a few tables away.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I am at a coffee shop. In front of me, you can see Serene eating by herself. Sometimes, she will eat with her friends. Today, she is eating alone. She always eat the same prawn noodle soup , not the oily dry kind like the normal people eat. You will notice that every time she take a mouthful, she have this quirk of sniffing her food first. There she goes! She sniffed did you see? Very cute don’t you think? Again! Now you see the way she eats the prawn, she will always pull off the tail with her mouth first. Such an unglamorous task still she does it so well. Then she will dip the prawn into the soy sauce twice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Food served in front of video camera as waist of oblivious aunty with waist pouch stands in front of the screen. She says, “You ordered oyster omelette right? Four dollars thank you.“ Camera eventually switches off.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 5 Damien’s Bedroom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Sitting on the bed is Damien with a electric piano and Timothy sits beside him with a guitar.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damien: This is Timothy my neighbour. We are going to play you a song called ‘Serene’ I wrote specially for her. You ready or not? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Timothy: Ya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damien: Here it goes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(He plays perfectly and Tim joins. As he sings his eyebrows arch upwards giving a pathetic sad look.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hums.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I want you serene&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Love the way you are Serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Love the way you are Serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You are always beautiful to me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You are always beautiful to me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Will you ever be with me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Will you ever be with me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Serene O Serene…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Oh Serene…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You don’t see my heart Serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You don’t see my heart serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Do you know how much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I want you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Do you know how much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You are to me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But you don’t even know me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But you don’t even know me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Serene O Serene…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Oh Serene…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ohhh… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(&lt;i style=""&gt;He sighs as he looks away and listlessly plays the piano and stops. In his eyes one can see a longing desire to be with her. Timothy frowns at Damien. )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Timothy: Eh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Timothy nudges Damien.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Damien: Huh? Sorry. That’s all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien switches off camera.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 6 Bedroom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Video camera is facing the bed once again like scene 1. The guitar leans on the wall. Light is on and Damien hops onto the bed with a bolster propped up onto the wall. Bolster has Serene’s photo on it. He sits beside the bolster and looks at it for a while.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are all alone now. (He looks at the screen then looks towards the bolster.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Serene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Touches her ‘face’.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to tell you something…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(He whispers into the bolster.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(He puts ear on bolster.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are not sure?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I really like you. I liked you since I saw you. I like the way you laugh and all the ways you do things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I told you, I have always loved you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You never kissed before? You want a kiss? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You sure? Okay…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Hand on ‘waist’, leg propped up. Damien moves his lips towards the bolster and almost kisses it when mother from outside his room knocks and shouts at him to do his work and not play computer games or daydream.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya la. Studying la! And Damien switches off the camera.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 7 Second level stairway&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(He’s seated on the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; floor stairway with ledge that overlooks car park, eating a pack of chips. 2 cans of red bull is strewn in a corner of the dirty floor as he squats dreamily for a moment. A car breaking sound resounds downstairs and the sound of a car door opens.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m now waiting for serene at the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; level of her block where she stays. I do this every Saturday night without fail because every Saturday night she will go out with her friends. Here I will catch a glimpse of her at her prettiest. From over here, it looks down to where her friend will always drop her off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There here she comes… There she is. Wow! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Look at how pretty she is! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stunning.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; Back in his bedroom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(You see Damien’s face again. But he is lying on the bed. Silence.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien breaks into a slow excerpt rendition of ‘Serene’.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Finishing the song, he kisses photo from wall. Hand shows a written name, ‘Serene’ and a heart on it.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 9 Coffee shop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Camera is switched on again and Damien is in the coffee shop again. He I staring at something for a while. He then veers video camera towards Serene and a male friend who is seating close beside her tables away. Damien does not sound very cheery.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now you see Serene eating again but today… it looks like she is getting close with this… guy friend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Video camera zooms onto into her smiling face as she talks to the other guy.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Camera then zooms out a bit to capture the two.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He looks like a gangster from the street. I don’t like the way he is leaning so closely to her and- I hope he will just be a normal friend to her then disappear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Her male friend looks up and sees him recording them.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shit oh shit!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien immediately shifts away camera into bag beside it. A moment of darkness. Then camera comes out and is placed on the seat, an alternate view of Serene away from the view of the boy’s.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 10 MacDonald’s.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Currently at MacDonald’s. Serene and the guy friend out eating again. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Camera fumbles around in his hands and focuses on the legs of them in front of him. He is queuing up directly behind Serene and the boy in MacDonald’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damien records the boy’s hands moving towards her waist and Serene pushes his hand away. Guy friend tries again but fails again. Hears Serene say, “Peter, stop it.”)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Video camera pans away and switches off.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 11 Damien’s Bedroom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(A terrorist looking Damien dressed in a dangerous manner brandishing a toy gun that makes sounds stands in front of the same wall.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m going to warn that young man that is touching my Serene. I’m going to warn him that if he ever does anything to my Serene I will not hesitate to kill him. I will cut off your head and hang it at the door frame of your house. I will kill your mother your father and all your brother sister aunty uncle. I will not hesitate to cut your body and cook curry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien breathes deeply. Pretends to do some form of sword dance but gets tired of it after a while and stops hopelessly and also stops the recording.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 12 Second level of Stairway&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Waits at same stairway again for Serene to come back from her Saturday out, eating potato chips and drinking red bull. Many recordings of complains that she has yet to turn up.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday night. Time 11.30pm. And she is not here yet. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Plays with red bull can.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time 12.15am. Latest she has ever came back. Where the fuck did she go?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Rocking back and forth on the floor. Plays song on phone.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time 1.12am. What the hell is she doing. When is she coming back? I hope she’s not with that creep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Lying on the ground. Next recording sees him standing up.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;She’s here. She’s here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;( A car comes to the empty lot. Car door opens but does not open fully. Light in car switches on. Serene is seen lip-locked with Peter. His hand goes down her thigh. )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;What he hell!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;( Damien zooms in on what he is doing and curses. Hand wobbles. Camera slowly faces to his own face which was cold as stone. Looks into the camera and shakes his head. Aims camera back on them again and the red bull can on the ledge falls onto the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; level. Young man from the car stops kissing Serene and looks up. Damien immediately withdraws and bolts away Camera left wobbling up with him then turns off.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 13 Stairway of 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; level&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien is seen sneaking down the stairs he ran from. Shoots camera at his own face that is sweaty.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His car is parked in the car park down there. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Damien shows car park where the car still sits.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t leave. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien runs to the ground level and leans on wall. Peepsfor a while and looks then hides and whispers.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What the hell. They are making out at the table in the void deck. See for yourself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Video camera veers to peep from the wall and the couple is seen kissing particularly Peter who was trying to get hot and heavy.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chao Chee Bie.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Switches off video camera.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Scene 14 Damien’s Bedroom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(He is sitting slumped on the wall in his room with tears brimming in his eyes. Piano slumped by his side.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m okay. I’m okay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Sniff. Curses. Closes eyes to control himself.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sniffs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Serene. I thought. I thought maybe one day I will get a chance to be with you. That I will be the first one to be with you and make you feel happy. But- but now… I don’t know already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Plays piano. Coughs. Closes eyes and breathed. )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Looove…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Ahem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Love &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the way you are … Serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Wipes tears and continues.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Love the way you are Serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Song slow and out of tune. Agonising time singing the words. )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You are always beautiful to me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You are always beautiful to me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But you’ll never…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Deep breath.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But you’ll never be with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But you’ll never be with me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Serene O Serene…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Oh Serene…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You don’t see my heart Serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You don’t see my heart serene.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Do you know how much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I want you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(More sobbing than singing and mucus flows.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Do you know how much&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;You are to me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But you don’t even know me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;But you don’t even know me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Serene O Serene…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Oh Serene…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien sits there stoning for a long while. Lights a cigarette. Lighter shakes violently &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in his hand, making it impossible to light it.) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Chapter 15 Corridor of Serene’s flat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien walks towards through a barely lit corridor of the HDB flat. Filming his every advance. her bedroom window and sees her sleep. Uses night mode and tapes her peaceful sleep. He places a rose beside her head and sings.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I don’t want anyone &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;With you, but me Serene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I don’t need anyone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;But only you, my dear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Serene…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Sniff.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Hand stretches out to touch her cheek but she turns over the other side. He sobs uncontrollably. Embarrassed he switches off video camera.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Chapter 16 Void Deck&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien stands at the void deck of Serene’s house. )&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damien: 7.20am. Waiting for Serene once again. (Sniff.) Not here yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Damien veers view to lift that is not active. “HOI!” Shouted a man’s voice. Camera veers to his right and sees Peter standing at his far right walking towards him with clenched fists. Camera is ignored as Damien seems to be backing away. He pushes Damien to the wall and camera drops on the floor and he punches as camera records nothing but sounds and a blank floor till he was slammed onto floor.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peter: You freaking hell are the pervert always filming us right? You freaking like to film people right? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Peter picks up the video camera and faces it at him as he kicks him. Damien writhes in pain. Blood is seen.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Peter: Why are you recording Serene and me? Huh? The video’s mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Damien: Nooo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Videocam is seen moving away from Damien. Peter laughs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then goes blank and static sound with lines flash on screen. Tape ends here.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Chapter 17 Serene’s House&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;( Camera pans out and audience realise the whole video footage was being watched on a computer screen by the boyfriend, Serene and a friend in a house. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Peter looked pleased with himself.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peter: What a sucker.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friend beside Serene:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That disgusting guy! My god! Lucky Peter whacked him up good. Right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Silence. Serene stares into screen.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friend beside Serene:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Serene?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Serene tears and shakes her head. Camera pans down to her hand twirling a withered rose.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Serene: I’m sorry I need to go to the toilet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Chapter 18 Outside Serene’s House &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;( Serene walks out of her home and begins singing at corridor of her house. She duets with Damien who is in his room.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Serene: I do want you Damien&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;I do want you Damien…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(not composed yet sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;The End&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Song ‘Serene’ is played at credits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-8176288809999805088?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/8176288809999805088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=8176288809999805088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/8176288809999805088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/8176288809999805088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/damiens-monologue-this-short-story-will.html' title=''/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6546682587688189260.post-2889471042220937369</id><published>2008-07-09T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:36:32.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6546682587688189260-2889471042220937369?l=damiensmonologue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/feeds/2889471042220937369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6546682587688189260&amp;postID=2889471042220937369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/2889471042220937369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6546682587688189260/posts/default/2889471042220937369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://damiensmonologue.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>melvin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03670079696396731321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5GDu81Am94Y/TQ9x3AspnHI/AAAAAAAADAA/9scQUJJOcBA/S220/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-10-27%2Bat%2B20.17.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
