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Scriptwriting Post 17 & 18: The Perks of Paying Attention in Class

We were given homework. We had to write the radio script for an advertisement for KFC, and a two-column script for a TV campaign. What we hear and what we see, we have to put on the paper. Prior to being given the assignment, we were given more instructions on writing the two mentioned script and a film script. It was due two days later, and we had a Philosophy paper to be passed on that same day as well, and being the industrious student I could ever possibly be, I did it the night before. My friends laughed at me for doing this Scriptwriting homework before the Philosophy paper, thinking that the scripts weren’t really to be checked, plus the Philosophy paper required much thinking—not expecting a really good grade on that one. The assumption that our professor will not check the given homework led others to not do it at all, while some did it the class before Scriptwriting—because fuck Theology, apparently. Well, not really, but our professor in that class is a bore. I don’t sleep in class, and I was surprised I ended up snoozing halfway through his lecture up to his very end that Sheryl woke me up. Not a peep, nor a complaint about sleeping in class.

Back to my homework. So many things went wrong with my output. This and that weren’t capitalized when they should be. Some lines were supposed to be indented. But I did get a passing grade. I was more concerned about the font size, the font, and the margins, which turned out to be the least of my problems. I had to disturb Michelle and ask her about margins and she wasn’t so sure, either.

The day we were taught more about writing a script wasn’t the best. This is the class I was most active in, yet something was clouding up my mind the day she told us about CHARGEN.

More homework—this time, we have to make a two-column script and a film script for the KFC ad, and as the gods of Olympus had predicted, my creation has not yet been conceived. 

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Scriptwriting Post 16: Some Quotes from 2CA2 in 2013

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October 4, 2013

Abbey: Sinong may wi-fi diyan?

Gab: Huwag ka magparinig.

Abbey: Kailangan ko ng pampagising.

Gab: Kailangan mo ng pampagising? Mag-aral ka.

Abbey: Ay, naman.

Luis: Gab, that defeats the purpose.Pampagising nga, e.

Gab: Kaya nga. Magising siya. Magising siya sa katotohanang babagsak siya.

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(Phileo flirting with Reena)

Luis: Phileo, please! Babae yan. Be true to yourself.

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Gab: Ann, may wi-fi ka pala. 'Di ka naman nagseshare.

Ann: For MarkStrat 'to.

Gab: E, bakit si Sheryl, nagtuTwitter?

Sheryl: 'Tang-ina. Kayo kaya gumawa nitong MarkStrat?

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James: "I would catch a grenade for you. Throw my hand on a blade for you. I'd jump in front of a train for you. I would do you in front of you."

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(Varsitarian Issue dated September 18, page 15)

"Tigresses POUND Lady Maroons, climb back to SEMIs" by Alexis Cerado

Luis: Lesbian si ate Alexis?

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November 14, 2013

Filipino professor: Pagkain. Lafang, chow, lamon.

James: Sir! Subo!

Filipino professor: O, sabihin mo sa katabi mo. "Pare, subo tayo."

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Filipino professor: Madaling aralin ang wikang Filipino.

Cholo: Mura ang unang alam.

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Filipino professor: Ano ang snow sa Filipino?

Cholo: Yelo.

Filipino professor: Nyebe! Spanish ang "yelo." Sa kabilang section, sabi nila, "isno."

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Filipino professor: Kakanin, tutong. Sa US, ang lahat diyan, ang tawag, rice.

Marley: Extra rice.

Cholo: Rice terraces.

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Filipino professor: Aanhin mo ang body kung mukha lang ang kailangan sa ID?

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Filipino professor: Bakit ka nag-CA?

Danielle Tumbali: Malayo ang mararating.

Filipino professor: Runner?

Cath: 'Di nagpapatalo!

Filipino professor: Ginebra lang ang peg?

Abbey: Bobo ako sa Math!

Marley: Mahaba! Ang aking pasensya.

Ola: Wala nang iba para sa akin.

Nikki: Mahilig ako sa tao.

Chelsea: Aktibo!

Filipino professor: Sa droga.

Luis: Magaling magsalita sa English!

Filipino professor: Bagsak sa Filipino.

Carla: Malawak ang isip!

Filipino professor: Kaya nandun (turo sa malayo) ang utak mo.

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Filipino professor: Kakakilala mo lang sa tao. Green blouse, brown pants. Anong sasabihin mo? "Ay ang ganda! Mukhang kalikasan."

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November 19, 2013

Philosophy professor: May estudyante ako. Jonald ang pangalan. Nanay niya, mahilig sa Jollibee. Tatay niya, mahilig sa McDo.

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Ma'am Faye (Scriptwriting professor): Ang pagsuswimming ay parang panliligaw.

Luis: Maghuhubad ka at magiging vulnerable.

Marley: (referring to a lesson in Philosophy): Lundagin mo, beybeh.

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Cholo: Hindi ako kulangot para bolahin.

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Filipino professor: Kaya raw "babae" at "lalaki" ay dahil may "titi" at "puke." 

Class: Tite. Puki.

Filipino professor: Tama na. Baka mawalan ako ng trabaho.

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Filipino professor: Pag lalaki, matipid sa pananalita. Huwag niyo ko pagdudahan. Hindi ako madaldal.

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Ma'am Faye (Scriptwriting professor): David Estaris. Gandang pangalan. Pang-bold star.

Marley: Malandi. Haliparot. Bading.

Cholo: Bumibitaw.

Ma'am Faye: (Scriptwriting professor): Sa pag-ibig?

Gab: Sa pagiging lalaki.

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Theology professor: Sabi sa akin nung nasalanta, "Sir, dati, dasal ko, walang pasok. Ngayon, wala na kaming school."

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November 21, 2013

Philosophy professor: Ola, may paborito ka bang kanta, bukod sa Thomasian Hymn? Mga kanta ngayon, "NASAAN ANG TSINELAS KO?! MALAMBOT ITO SA PAA." "All the single ladies."

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Philosophy professor: Nung nasa seminaryo ako, tinanong ko ang sarili ko. Para kanino ba ako? Para kay Kristo, o para kay Kristi? Nagseminaryo ako dahil masarap ang ulam. "Bakit ka lumabas?" Sabi ko, "I saw the light."

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Philosophy professor: May aso bang malungkot dahil brineak siya ng girlfriend niya?

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Philosophy professor: Sa Facebook, huwag kayong magPoke Me. Lalo na sa kapwa lalaki. (lumapit kay Brent) Poke, poke, poke!

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Theology professor: Hindi masama ang computer. Pero pagdating sa mga porn sites...

James: Opo, sir.

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November 22, 2013

English professor: What is a perfect meal for you, Alex?

Cholo: The menu.

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English professor: Gab, what is your favorite song?

Luis: Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus.

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English professor: What is the color of your life?

Angelica: Gray. It's not too sad, not too simple.

James: How many shades of gray?

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November 28, 2013

Philiosophy professor: Okay lang kung meron tayong sexual urge. Kung mag-asawa kayo. Pero bakit niyo gagawin sa Botanical Garden?

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(play for Theology)

Alaysa (on character): Ako si Janet. I'm filthy rich.

Gab: No, you're just filthy.

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(Cholo's encounter with a stranger)

Cholo: Nakipagdeal ako. 32 pesos yung Chicharap. Sabi ko, "30 na lang." Hiningi yung phone number ko.

Ma'am Faye (Scriptwriting professor): You sold your soul for two pesos.

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Ma'am Faye: May conflict ang bawat storya and we question it.

Sheryl: Kailan magsisinungaling si Honesto?

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November 29, 2013

Alaysa: Danielle (Tumbali) is so scary. I tremble. My father's not always home. My mother's not always home. I think they left me alone.

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Ervs: I'm so beautiful, I can't take it anymore.

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Ervs (on character, to Iris): You're Japanese, but you want to be Chinese? Big problem.

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December 6, 2013

English professor: "He stood tall among his peers." Literal or not.

Gab: In my case? Literal.

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English professor: Can you touch the Dean while he talks to you?

Gab: The D?

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December 10, 2013

Philosophy professor: Totoo ito, a. Yung padre, nag-e-exorcise. Sabi ng demonyo, "Bayot! Bayot!" "Bayot na kung bayot! Umalis ka diyan."

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(about SFX, give an example)

Marley: Pianong off-key.

Ma'am Faye: Pag nasa key, music. Pag off-key, SFX. Sosyal. SFX sa restaurant.

Class: Basag na pinggan!

Ma'am Faye: Jologs. Ano 'to. tindahan ni Aling Nena? Sa ospital.

Marley: TV sa reception area.

Cholo: Tinutulak na wheelchair.

James: Plastic, pag may nagdadala ng KFC.

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Ma'am Faye: Mamaya, makikita ko sa evaluation ko, "Pangit ang sulat. Tamad na teacher." Itatry kong hindi tumayo. From 10:55 to 11:30. O, naka-one minute na ako. I feel so behaved.

(afterwards)

Ma'am Faye: Ang sarap nang nakaupo lang magturo. Ngayon ko lang nadiscover. I feel so cheated.

Cholo: Ma'am, hingi ka ng tips kay Ma'am Miriam.

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Ma'am Faye: Kunwari, si Jelo. "Ako po si Jelo, and this is my show, Greenlight."

Gab: Ha, green-mind?

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(Kaycee ginagamit yung front camera para magsalamin)

Gab: Wow, Kaycee. Electronic ang mirror.

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Filipino professor: (attendance checking) Clarence?

Class: Absent po.

Filipino professor: Buhay pa ba 'to?

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Filipino professor: Lowest score. Negative seventeen. Itago natin sa pangalang Brent. Si Abbey naman. One. Yung bonus yung score mo.

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Filipino professor: Ang bababa ng quizzes niyo. Saan ako nagkamali?

Gab: Sa right minus wrong.

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Filipino professor: Bakit yung kaklase niyo mukhang puyat? Nagtinda ng balot kagabi?

Cholo: Nagbenta ng "laman." Embotido.

Filipino professor: Maliit.

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Filipino professor: Sabihin niyo, "Butwan." Hindi "bu-tu-an." Huwag mo sasabihin yun sa babae, dahil "butu" ay ang ari ng lalaki.

Gab: Parang boner?

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Filipino professor: Jiggy Manicad. Nahulog ang ilog sa bata.

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Filipino professor: Magbigay ng salita na may klaster na /bl/.

Ervs: Blumentritt.

Filipino professor: Sa Educ, "Blackberry 901." "Blackberry 902."

(/gr/)

Merryll: Gross income.

Cholo: Grago.

Yani: Gregorio del Pilar.

Marley: Gringo Honasan.

(/tr)

Cholo: Trantado.

Michelle: Trampolene.

Filipino professor: Nasabi na. Dagdagan mo ng "s." Trampolines.

Lizz: Stripper.

Marley: (Bruno Mars song) "Treasure..."

Filipino professor: Sa Educ, "Trenta." "Trentay-uno." "Trentay-dos."

(/br)

Jillian: Brief!

Donnabelle: Bra!

Laika: Bruno Mars!

James: Brazzers.

Yani: Abra.

Luis: Cadabra.

Sheryl: Bria.

Class: Bratatata.

Pat: Bruha!

Filipino professor: Bruha ka.

Alaysa: Broom-broom.

Yza: Bread.

Cholo: Garlic bread.

Marley: Chesse bread.

(/hy/)

Jelo: Hymen.

Filipino professor: Sa kabilang section. "Hy naku po." "Hy, sir." Sympathy. Apathy.

Donnabelle: Panty.

(/sy/)

Gab: Shet. Syokoy.

Cath: Sir, pwede ba yung syokoy? Syark.

Ceasar: Synecdoche.

Class: Shampoo.

Ann: Singapore.

Ervs: Syempre.

Marley: Syempers.

/kw/

James: Kwek-kwek.

Cath: Kwot. Yung mga kasabihan. Quote.

Filipino professor: Ibabagsak kita.

Ola: Kwek-kwek.

Filipino professor: Meron na.

Ola: Kwarentay-kwatro.

Marley: Mr. Quickie.

/pr/

Carla: Prostate.

Lizz: Prek-prek. Pruke.

Janica: Prada.

Lizz: Probability.

Sheryl: Potato.

Marley: Prents pries.

Lizz: Ma'am Prusta.

Marley: Bespren. Boypren. Prenzone.

***

December 17, 2013

Philosophy professor: Sabi ni Pedro Calungsod sa mga Kastila, "Spare me! Spare me!" Kaso Bisaya siya. "Spear me! Spear me!" Kaya namatay siya.

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Philosophy professor: Walang gender ang Diyos. "Ay, bading pala ang Diyos?"

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Philosophy professor: Simbang gaBabe. Simbang Tabi. Evangeligaw.

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Cholo: Si James kung maglakad, parang tomboy.

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(Ma'am Faye demonstrating the different angles of a scene)

Ma'am Faye: Kunwari. Porn. You always shoot at a high angle.

(naghigh-angle kay Abbey)

Class: Uy!

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Scriptwriting Post 15: Red Cups and Sweaty Bodies Everywhere, Hands in the Air Like We Don't Care

I thought that we weren't going to have a Christmas party, mainly because no one brought about gift-exchanging or what food to bring, unlike our previous Christmas celebration. Instead of having the party the day after the last day of class, we decided to have the party on the night of our last day of class. We didn't really have an organized plan, but at least those who volunteered to bring food and drinks did so. I was glad I was able to get Phileo to come, after he and his mother had a fifteen-minute argument over the phone. And he chose his gifts before we went to the party--I wanted to give him something, but I didn't know what, so we went record bar-hopping to see what DVDs he wanted. I tried to be generous but I had a limited budget and part of it was already for snacks. The party was at Lizz's house. Lizz suggested that some meet her at a mall, then take us to her house from there. Ceasar was already at the mall until his mom told him he couldn't come, bummer for him. Yani bought GSM Blue, though that wasn't the thing I was surprised for I thought he and his friends from high school had probably done it lots of times, but I was surprise about myself. I forgot. The legal drinking age is 18... And I'm already 18. When did I grow up? It was a simple gathering, no program whatsoever, though the karaoke was ready for anyone who was brave enough to bare their voices to the world. There was food, and music, and I got to show-off my sound-sensitive Iron Man light-up shirt. "Divisoria, baby." I thought I'd go home by eleven, but considering the party started at nine-thirty instead of the originally-planned eight, I decided to stay the night. I didn't think it was good idea to sleepover at Lizz's as respect to her parents, but she herself insisted that we can, as long as not all of us will stay there. Some went home by eleven. Marvinn thought that Lizz's mother is the housemaid. Douche bag. Yani brought cards for a drinking game. It was crazy. One of the rules of the game was if one person drinks, the ones flanking him or her have to do so as well. Another was we have to speak in pure Filipino and our sentences with "'dre." I ended up having to down a cup of Gran Matador with Tanduay Ice as a chaser, and I was close to throwing up because of how sudden I drank with that much. I got tipsy for an hour or so. Some of them did smoke, as well. Raika and Sheryl? Smoking? That's new. And Jelo smoke and drank simultaneously that not too long after, he threw up in the street. Even if we didn't look, the retching and the sound of the vomit pelting on the ground were very audible. Curious as I was what it feels like to smoke, I threatened myself of the consequences if I tried. Lung diseases, cancer, stuff like that. And I feared I was close to a heart attack so I strayed from the cigarettes but went on with the drinks. The party made me reflect how much my high school sucked. We never really get to do much, being a Christian school and whatnot. Freedom of expression wasn't really a thing. Eye contacts should be transparent. The horrible rule with the boys' haircut; coloring the hair was forbidden as well. And majority of my high school batchmates try so hard to be so cool, but they are nothing compared to my batchmates now. What's funny, though, is that Lizz worried where each one of us would sleep, and we, with the exception of Jelo, stayed up until the sun broke out. Lizz's mom started cooking breakfast, reheating leftovers and preparing coffee before we were able to step inside the house and start doing so before she gets up. Lizz's dad was very kind as well. Lizz suggested for a New Year's party. "So we can cook your hotdogs... that you left over from last year." That would be cool. I learned a lot of secrets from the group of ten or so that stayed, and secrets have to remain secrets, but I loved the rush of finding out who did what. And I learned something about myself as well. I'm a social drinker.

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Scriptwriting Post 14: Tell 'Em That It's My Birthday

My 18th birthday was on November 27. Because of money restraints and I'm not a girl, I didn't have a grand ball, but I felt the need to share this monumental point in my life with my friends. Last year I had my high school friends with me, and aside from almost every one of them had something to do, it felt appropriate to celebrate with my college friends. So I invited Luis, Lizz, Phileo, Michelle, Iris, James, Danielle Bostre (the cookie girl), Cholo, Sheryl, and Brent. Iris didn't come to school that day despite my being persistent. Cholo had a game, so Danielle, being the faithful "friend" of his, had to watch and support him, and they missed the whole party. Lizz had to shoot a video with her other friends, and James was supposed to be with them, until I asked him at the last minute if he still wanted to come. It also just happens that James is only eight days older than I am. I wanted Brent to come along because I personally thought the guy hasn't made a lot of friends and this should probably break a little bit of his shell. Luis told me that if you have a Shakey's card and you celebrated your birthday inside the restaurant, you are entitled to one free pepperoni pizza. I feared they wouldn't give the free pizza since I'm not the cardholder, but we were served one without question. They had a Monster Meal Deal fit for ten to twelve people -- the original deal I planned, thinking that at least Cholo and Danielle would still catch up, but little did I know that I invited whales to feast with me. We had spaghetti, carbonara, Pizza Castellana, Angus Steakhouse, and chicken and mojos. Since our feast was for ten to twelve people, we ended up being pregnant. I asked them the next day if they still became hungry that night, and they said no. I felt great. I was with my friends. I'm comfortable being around with these people, and I'm glad that most of them were there to celebrate with me. And Brent cracked up, and I guess that says something. And I became happier when Luis said, "This is the birthday party I've had, and it's not even my birthday."