Originally Posted on the 17th of June 2013
for Screenwriting Class
Here is an epitaph and character bio I had to write for screenwriting class. I hope it wasn’t too fancy or dull:

    I grew up in the Chicago area, so for the most part I have gone to private schools. My parents felt it was a better decision than going to Chicago public schools. Most of my peers were white, stuck up kids who felt proud of their knowledge, but that isn’t being sincere. I stayed away from them and kept to my own business. At some point, I met other people in my school like me. Quiet and out of the way. We didn’t do any sports, unless you consider playing Halo and World of Warcraft a sport, then yes. We did play sports. At some point, I had failed my geometry class because I was too into World of Warcraft, so I had to re-do the class during the summer time. Now I just stick to first-person shooter games and not RPG’s. Those RPG’s tend to take a lot of your time. And I didn’t want to fail another class. Luckily my parents never found out. Or at least they never talked about it if they did find out. . .

    Even though it was quiet and gentle, those days are my favorite. I am an old man now and feel blessed to be with the special person just for me, who has also added much happiness to my life. And I am also still very fond of my youthful days where there were no thoughts or worries about the future. Literally we lived in the moment, not really giving a thought about what would happen next week or even the day after tomorrow.

    Looking back at it now feels completely different. To everyone else we were considered the ‘nerds’ of the time. Now it is a daily part of life to play video games for everyone; the young, the old, the men, the women, the young girls, etc, and I am proud to have brought my company and success and be able to share it with the world what it feels like to enter into another dimension. As an old man, I may not have the physical strength nor the vision I had once had to play, but I guarantee that my legacy will live on. To my darling wife, I thank you for helping me and guiding me into the person I have become today.


     Soft and gently, my legacy will live on through my children of tomorrow.


Short Stories

    This is still the same assignment that I was working on before, but I realized he wanted us to write 5 dramatic moments. We also have to write a reaction to first 3 chapters of this book called “Screenplay”. Took 30min to read it…but i’m not going to put that here cuz you will be bored… I still have to get ready for my other classes. So busy. So here are the rest of my shitty writings. 😛


After waiting around 1 hour, I’m ready to go!

“So what is your name?”

“I’m Lian. And you?”

“I’m Mari. Nice to meet you.”

    She looks back down at whatever it is that she was doing on her cellphone. Her body is faced forward with feet pointed to the sitting isle across from her. I raise one of my eyebrows and keep my torso faced to her.

“So…” Lian stops texting on her cellphone. “Are you excited about our trip?” With a huge smile on my face, eyebrows raised and my full attention on Lian.

“Well yea. Of course!” Isn’t making eye-contact.

“I really hope we can have time to go to Tokyo and just go shopping and going to Roppongi or Harajuku!! That would be fun yea!”

    You know that feeling when you’re talking to a total stranger, and all of a sudden there is just so much to talk about?! I mean, you talk about one topic but then you divert to something else 10 seconds later because you just HAVE to say it!!! But then you go back to what you were saying before because you want to make sure you don’t leave anything unsaid.

    Your mind is going so much faster, those neurons are just racing each other to see which thought will be able to win and finally express themselves, you can’t keep sitting down on some boring seat waiting for an announcement and would rather get up and start jumping up and down, walking quickly up and down the hallway, checking out how tall you are against the other person, and smile and laugh at everything the other person says even if it isn’t funny, and feel really really really impatient when it comes to your turn to talk, and all these things just never end!!!


“Hey, I’m just gonna go climb it now. Is that ok?”

“Yea.” Huff, huff, huff, huff. “Go ahead. I’ll take my own time and meet you up there.”

I’m still looking at her on the floor just completely exhausted; legs lacking any hint of life, sweat anywhere skin is exposed trying to fan herself but anyone knows that doesn’t work.



“Ok…..I’m going.”

“Don’t fall.”

    I walk over and start climbing. These steps are huge! Take the length of a foot from a basketball player and times it by 2. Maybe 3 is a better description. That is how much the height of a step is. The height is much larger than the width, so putting even my own 9 size foot on a step is a difficulty on its own.

    I’m a little higher now, and holy shit! There is nothing to hold onto, other people are standing taking pictures of  themselves with their front facing the steps. If they fall….

    Remind me to not look down!

    How the hell did the incas do this everyday?!!!!

Agua y Burbujas

“Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. YEA BITCHES!!!!!!” Yansua raises one arm up to the sky, while still holding onto the handle with the other hand.

    The wind is making our cheeks flap like an old lady putting way too much energy and effort into waving, I can’t keep my eyes completely open which sucks because I want to see everything! All of a sudden the driver decides to go at full speed!


    We hold onto the handles more tightly, the boat starts to take a sharp turn, and then nothing. Just a lot of bubbles, water, foamy bubbles and more bubbles. My body twists and turns and rolls while I hold my breath. I feel like I’m inside a washing machine. My neck is extended, I don’t know where my legs are (I feel them but I can’t see them), I twist and turn again and focus on putting more strength in my arms. I swim up to the surface, bubbles floating up with me touching every inch of my thighs and stomach. Everything is quiet. My fingers touch the air and in one full swoop, I take the biggest breath of fresh sea air.

Otra Vez Te Ví

No Puedo Parar

    Show as much skin as possible while still being conservative over the important parts.

    We are all human.

    Once you see on, you’ve seen pretty much all of them. There are slight differences but they all have the same functions.

    Before stepping outside, I sprayed sunblock on everything exposed. Wearing a bikini with a short cotton skirt and a thin white overthrow with a bunch of holes on it, sandals and my brothers bag, I leave the loft. The sun is out, it’s around the high 70’s and I’m taking every chance I get! I don’t wear my ironman sunglasses because then I’ll get a weird reverse raccoon tan. But I can’t think of anything else but him!

    Since last night and now, that’s all that my mind can think of. Waking up, taking a piss, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, morning exercise, eating breakfast, turning on the stereo, opening the shades on the windows, looking at the sofa, drinking water, fixing my hair, picking out my clothes, spraying sunblock, leaving the loft, listening to my iPod, walking 2.2 miles to the beach, spreading the towel, laying under the sun, listening to the waves. I’m driving myself crazy! I can’t stop thinking of him! I can’t stop staring at my phone!

    And for what?! Everything I do doesn’t change my thoughts. My heart is on top of a cloud that I keep trying to jump up to but it just keeps floating higher and higher and higher. I try to catch it with a fishing pole, doesn’t work. I use an arrow to shot it down, doesn’t work. I try to use a kite so that it can fall back down, doesn’t work. Throwing soda cans to see if it falls, still doesn’t work. Throwing rocks at it to make it fall….

    Nothing seems to work.


Originally Posted: 29th of April 2013, 10:42pm

Has anyone ever told you, you are beautiful? Has anyone ever told you that you are a beautiful person inside and out? Did they hold a gaze only with your eyes and ignored everything else that was happening at that moment? Did they tell you they don’t need to look at other people because they have you, the best one to look at in front of them? Was your heart racing?

Did your face feel hot? Did you feel forced to stare back at those beautiful eyes and melt every wall you had built? Did they start getting closer all the while only staring in your eyes  but noticing every move, every twitch your body makes? Did you finally notice how their eyes are lighter when you get a closer look with beautiful short eyelashes that protect them from harm?

Did you stare at their lips and how increasingly they kept getting closer and closer and completely taking over your personal space? Did you feel that with anyone you would have stepped back but somehow that doesn’t cross your mind right now? Did they have that particular smile you only get to see? Did their eyes lower to get a good look at your lips?

Is your heart still racing but your mind blank? Did you feel nervous because they kept staring at you and not saying anything? Did you have anything to say that would add any value or stupidity? Did they make you feel that special way where nothing matters and your emotions are flying on a cloud?

Did you go back home not thinking about anything else? Did that person stay in your life?


Originally Posted: 7th of April 2013, 12:27am








Neon Green Backpack

Originally Posted: 3rd of April 2013, 9:54pm

Here is a writing exercise due in…..the next 2 hours. xD (for screenwriting class). The purpose was to talk about a noun (1 page length). Literally had to do it this morning because yesterday was too busy studying for another class. (9:49 now….so need to leave at 10). I’ll update this post, to tell what feedback I got.


“Hey I know you like green, and so I saw this backpack you might like. It tooootally reminded me of you”. “Oh cool! Let’s go then! What are we doing talking?!”.   

   Down the kawaramachi-dori and passing the plentiful stores with clothes, food, manga, music, more food, and more clothes. All the T-shirts have poor Engrish skills or something completely hilarious like “My sister is hot”. There are no bar detectors, all stores open, students with ties loosened and heavy designer bags decorated with keychains, older men and women taking a lunch break from work, a random gaijin towering over everybody taking his time down the street. At the store we arrive and immediately, like a frog tracking its food, I spot the backpack. At the very top. Labelled for 1,000 yen. No designer labels. No complicated design. Just a simple neon green bag with thin straps. Perfect for this trip and the weather. There was no need to think about it. I went straight for it, ignoring everything else in the store, and taking it off the wall. Payed for it. And that was that! 

    It came very handy during that trip. It was not heavy in any way, even after putting the few necessities (notebook, wallet, passes, towel, fan, etc), and the instances where we had to carry our own trash, it never became an annoyance. During the hottest days, bra already soaking wet in sweat, hair turned tight curly, immediate tan, the neon green backpack understood its role and executed it perfectly. My shoulders never ached, my back never ached. 

   All of us are waiting for the plane to arrive. Some of us start playing connect 4, reading (or attempting to read) magazines with the hot Jpop singers on the cover, buying ice-cream and other food we will come to miss, talking about our different situations with our host families, walking around the airport, and there are the few who can sleep. But I kept thinking about all the memories I have had with this bag. Once my eyes are set on it, I get flashbacks of why there is a little smudge by the top handle, why the side pockets are difficult to open, all the things I had kept in the front pocket. And now I have had the pleasure to remember these experiences and keep them close to my heart. 

   Today, I am sitting in yet another airport. Waiting. Waiting to return home, waiting for the next text message. My neon green backpack, again is with me packed with my school book, a notebook, folder, pen and pencil, headphones, iPod, charging cable, wallet, boarding ticket, toothpaste, toothbrush, sunglasses and nothing more. It did not always stay close in this trip, but only when it was needed was when I had experienced something amazing.   

   That day I only needed a change of clothes for later in the day, and my school book and notes to study for the morning time. I have never done this before, and I wasn’t sure if the day would become boring, exciting, or horrible. We go out for breakfast, come back to the apartment and head out again to take the longest walk I have ever taken on a beach. Time went so quickly that by the time we return to the apartment, my feet are swollen, shoulders, face, chest, arms, and legs tanned yet again, and my backpack waits for me. Tells me, “it’s ok. I have what you need. No worries and you will be fine. 🙂 Trust in your feelings”. We eat again for lunch, and I take the time to study.   Comfortably sitting on the couch, notes spread around me for easy access, music playing. Neon green backpack is on the floor next to me. He keeps getting closer, and closer to a point where I cannot deny my feelings. It’s ok. I have what you need. No worries and you will be fine. 🙂 Trust in your feelings. As the announcement starts, I stand and walk towards the gate, backpack over my shoulder, suitcase in one hand, cellphone in the other always ready for the next text message. I find a good window seat, put the suitcase away and keep the backpack on my lap. 

Buzz ~I’m going to wave, so be polite and wave back yea?~

~I can’t do that because I’ll cry. I’ll put my hand on the window instead.~

   We keep texting, the plane starts to lift off. I put my burnt hand on the window, palm facing the outside, face facing the window so the people sitting next to me don’t see my tears. I hate goodbyes, and I never look back. Except for two times in my life. The first time, my neon green backpack was over my shoulder carrying the yukata I had used earlier that day. Both my teacher and I were crying. This time, it carries the scent of someone I have gained in my life who taught me, tenho saudades tuas. I tightly grip my neon green backpack.

UPDATE:  I wrote it this morning, and actually I made the ‘story’ a little different from what actually happened, only because the assignment asked to write about a noun (not 2). First, it was really difficult to think of something so materialistic… Second, the day where I explain of going back to the apartment, that day I actually didn’t use my neon green backpack. I used my brothers blue marathon bag because it was smaller and lighter weight. Still no feedback yet… Will keep posted… :/