My Story

As promised, my masterpiece…also my final assignment for my writing subject…please read and comment…this is copyright protected…Hollywood scriptwriters who wish to adapt this into a film need to consent me first…:P

Dead Life.

As the wind blew the dust away from
the ground, he felt the bullet penetrating his light body. He could hear his
flesh tear apart as the bullet moves in deeper. He felt weak and dropped. He
could hear his friends screaming for their lives. He couldn’t feel his arms. A
cold breeze flew pass him. As he lay there, he started to think about his past.
He remembered Jane.

 

Jane
always loved girls but couldn’t have them for she was a girl herself. But there
was this particular girl she loved the most. Her name was Claire. Jane loved
Claire. When Jane confessed her love to Claire, Claire couldn’t accept it and
left. Depressed, Jane thought of a way to get Claire. She finally decided to do
the unthinkable. She got a sex change. Jane became Emmet.

 

Emmet was
a new person. Finally, after his operation, he decided to go find his love. He
went to her house. He knocked on the door. Claire’s dad came out.

“Hello
sir. I’m looking for Claire.”

Claire’s
dad just stared at him. Then he said,

“Why do
you want to meet her?”

“I’m her
friend.” 

“I’m
afraid I have some sad news. Claire died 2 weeks ago. She had an accident on
her way back from the movies. Someone just hit her as she was crossing the road
and didn’t even bother to stop.”

 

Emmet
just stood there. Shocked by what he had just heard. After all he has been
through and now it ends up like this. He held back his tears, gave his
condolences to her dad and left. He was devastated. A month later, Emmet got a
job in supermarket which he hated. It didn’t pay much but it kept him alive.

 

Back at
home on a Tuesday morning around 9am, the television was. Food was scattered
all over. Cockroaches running all over. Cans of beer and tissue papers fill the
bin. It was dark and congested. On the couch he laid naked. The woman he slept
with woke him up.

“Hey
mister…I want my money.” 

He took
out his wallet and gave her the cash.

“I think
something big is happening in

New
  York

. I was just watching the news and apparently
they’re saying that two planes had crashed into the

World

Trade

Center

.”

 

Emmet
just ignored her. She left. Lying down on the couch, he watched the news. As
the events unfolded, he started to think. He remembered Claire on how she loved
the marines and how she used to dress up as a soldier during Halloween. Claire
would sing the national anthem everyday and always wanted to live the American
dream. He finally realized what he needed to do. He got up, got dressed, pack
his clothes and left. He was leaving for the army.

 

And now
here he is in a war thorn land. Almost six years later, he lies in the face of
death on enemy territory. The scorching sun’s heat shined onto his injured body
burning the open wound. The scent of dead bodies and blood filled the
surroundings. Guns, burning vehicles were everywhere. He knew his time had
come. As he lay there, preparing himself for death, he felt someone carrying
him. He opened his eyes to see. He could only see a glimpse of a man carrying
him. He then closed his eyes and remembered Jane.

 

Opening
his eyes, he realized he was on a bed in a home. It wasn’t a perfect bed or
room. There was a lot of dust. Lizards were on the wall. It was hot. There was
an alabaster jar on the table. He tried to get up. Slowly he was able to pull
himself of the bed. He walked out of the room.

“Assalamalaikum,
my friend!”

 

He saw a
man on the chair having a smoke. He was small built and had a mustache.

“Where am
I?”

“You’re
in my home. My wife and I have been looking after you for two weeks. You were
badly wounded in battle. We took you in. My name is Muhammad Ali!”

“Two
weeks?! I thank you for the hospitality but I really must be headed back to
base!”

“No not
yet. You’re still weak. I’m a doctor and I can surely tell that you’re not
ready to go back.”

“Bullshit.
My country needs me!”

As he
walked forward, he felt a sudden pain in his back. He fell down. Ali rushed
towards him and grabbed him.

“You’re
not ready yet my friend.”

 

As Emmet
lay back into the bed, he remembered Jane. Ali called his wife Amira and
introduced her to Emmet. Amira was dressed in a black gown covering her entire
body and face exposing only her mouth. The days went by. Emmet and Ali started
getting closer with each other. They shared their views about the war and
terrorism. Emmet however declined to mention his past to Ali when he was asked
about it. Most of the time, Ali would be in hospital. He had many patients from
the war, bomb blasts and others to attend daily leaving Amira and Emmet alone
at home. Amira didn’t have any children. She and Emmet would have some conversations
but they kept it simple and straight-forward.

 

Soon
Emmet was able to walk a bit more. So he got up and decided to stroll around
the house. As he walked pass the hallway, he heard some noise from one of the
rooms. He approached it. He saw Amira. When Emmet saw Amira, he froze. She was
without her scarf. He finally saw her face. Amira was in her early twenties and
was Ali’s third wife. She was slim and attractive, skin as smooth as silk and
pink lips with rosy cheeks. She had diamond eyes. Emmet could feel the
adrenalin run through his body but he knew it was just lust. He remembered
Jane.

 

Amira
soon realized she was being watched by him. However she didn’t scream. Emmet
left and went back to his room. A few minutes later, Amira comes into his room.
She sits on the bed next to Emmet for the first time.

“I’m
sorry”

“No, it’s
not your fault. So do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Well,
you are quite pretty!”

“Emmet,
would you mind doing a favor for me?” 

“What is
it?” 

“I have
always wanted to make love with an American. I hear stories that they are
better at it.”

“What!!!
Are you serious?”

“Yes I
am. I’m not joking Emmet. Please make love to me.”

 

For a
moment there was silence in the room. Emmet got up. His hands moved around her body. Clutching her breasts, he
leaned towards Amira and kissed. They undressed themselves. But something
happened. Emmet couldn’t get an erection and he couldn’t make love with Amira,
Dissapointed, Amira got up, covered herself and left the room. Emmet just lay
back on his bed. He remembered Jane.

 

“I
thought you were a real man! Looks like you’re the same as Ali!”

“Hold on
Amira. I’m not really what you think I am.”

 

Emmet
then told Amira his entire story. Amira stood there is shocked. She didn’t know
what to do and Ali was about to come home anytime. That evening, Ali and Emmet
were having a chat as they always do.

 

“So
you’re getting better Emmet. When do you think you’ll be returning?”

“Soon
Ali.”

“I’m sure
you always wondered why I helped you. I actually don’t really like Americans.
But I guess I’m doing you a favor and I also want to redeem a sin I committed 6
years ago in your country. I used to work there but I came back here after
September 11^th. And now, your government attacks my land. Not that
I’m against it. But after what Saddam did to my people, he deserved what he
got.”

 

“Thanks
Ali. I really appreciate it. But what was the sin you commit back in the
States?”

“I killed
someone. It was about 6 years ago. I was driving back from a party one day. I
was really tired. I was with my second wife Cathy. The both of us were drunk.
As I was driving home, I kind of fell asleep on the wheel and hit someone. I
just drove off without even stopping.”

 

Emmet
suddenly felt something. He remembered Claire. “Where did this happen?” he
asked. “It happened in

Brooklyn

. I still can’t
forgive myself for not stopping. I remember hearing her screams as I hit her.”

“It was a
girl?”

“Yeah. I
just couldn’t break in time. If only I had not drank so much.”

“This
girl you hit…Do you remember how she looked?”

“Nah, not
really. It was dark and I couldn’t really see her in the first place.”

 

For a
moment there was silence.

 

“You know
Ali, I lost someone I loved around the same time as well. She was also killed
in a hit and run.”

 

Silence
again. The two of them just stared at each other.

“Why
didn’t you stop?”

“I
couldn’t. I would have been charged and sent to jail.”

“YOU
SHOULD HAVE STOPPED!!! Then maybe I wont be stuck in this fucking country and
probably be spending summer with her!!!”

“I’m sorry
Emmet. But you don’t even know if it was actually her?”

“It has
to be her. The time you said earlier matches the exact time Claire died.”

“Calm
down Emmet.”

“Calm
down? How can I be calm when you just killed the women I loved most?”

 

BOOM.
Before Ali could say anything, there was a huge explosion outside the house.
Ali and Emmet rushed to see what had happen. There was a loud sound of firing
machine guns and hand grenades. The American Marines were having a combat with
the local rebel group. Ali went to his room, opened his cupboard and took out
his shot gun.

 

Meanwhile,
Emmet ran straight towards his men. One of the soldiers identified him. A few
moments later, Emmet got himself a gun and was back in the battle. Ali and his
wife just hid in the house waiting for the battle to end.

 

The
rebels moved towards their house. One of the marines used a rocket launcher and
fired straight at the house. Emmet saw the soldier firing and didn’t say a
thing. The rocket hit the front of the house making the whole building collapse
killing the rebels in front of it. The rebels were defeated soon after.

 

Emmet
walked towards the house with his gun. Dusts from the ground rabbles polluted
the air as he took a step closer. Voices of men screaming for help could be
heard. There were bodies of civilians and other rebels scattered. The stroking
heat of the sun shined directly on Emmet’s face as if God was blessing him for
what he had done. He entered the ruined house. He looked around for Ali and
Amira.

 

A soft
cry was heard from the back. As he walked there, he prepared his gun to fire
but came to a shock when he saw Amira lying there dead with bullets through her
body. She was in Ali’s arms. Ali looked up to Emmet.

 

“Look
what has happen to my Amira! What have you done to me?”

“Now you
know what it is like to lose a loved one. Off the record, she never did loved
you.”

“YOU
BASTARD!!!”

Swinging
his shot gun from behind him, Ali was about to fire at Emmet. But the marine
was faster. He rolled over took his gun and blew Ali’s head wide open. Ali had
died. A few other marines who were scouting the area heard the noise and rushed
to the scene.

 

“What
happened?”

“The guy
was reaching for his gun to shoot me. I guess the bastard probably regrets for
doing what he did now!”

Emmet walked
away from the scene. As he left, he remembered Jane.

 

THE END.

Finally, im done with second year…exams start in 2 weeks…doing 5 subjects for the first time…4 distinctions and 1 credit is a lot to expect but i know i can achieve that…looking back over the last few semesters, i have been through a lot with everyone…from friends to lectures…from making new friends to conflicts…watever happens, im sorry for whatever i did to cause unhappiness to anyone and if u guys still cant move on, den its your problem…

this semester was my best semester of all…doing 5 subjects wasnt easy…many expected me to fall yet i have managed to sail through…all thats left are the exams which i feel i will do well…i hope my friends do well as well…

i have had a lot of new experiences this semester…made more friends, hang out with a whole range of different people and also made my first film…the best of all was having all my bestest friends at my 21st birthday…there were complications to it but they all came…that was good enough…

i shall be leaving for ipoh in a few hours…i will be back sometime next week…and if i dont see u guys, here’s what i have to say,

joanne, i know how much u have gone through this semester and u can always count on me if u ever need anything…thanks for all the long msn conversations, for puttign up with my idoitness and lameness in those times…most of all, thanks for always listening and believing in me…
kajon, thanks for all the lifts to lrt stations and everything…u understood me well bro…
chun hor, i dont really know the shit ur going through but u need a break and if u ever need anything, feel free to bug me…thanks for all the small favours u did…
wei keat, i know i still owe u dinner…:P…thanks for making me see thins differently at times…
virginia, thanks for making my day at my birthday…i will never forget u for all the good things u did…
temme, look at the brightside, although late, u still did it…thanks for everything…
kim, well…u may be brain damaged, but u still have the better part of the brain working…thanks for all those philosophical talks…u do talk some good sense into people at times…
syaza, :)…u know wat i would say…thanks for understanding also and making sense of the things i say…
bee, i havent really spent as much time with u as i did before…we’re all too busy…u have always been nice to me and i thank u for that…i know there are times when i was stupid to u, but hell, we’re all not perfect right?!
both cheryls, u guys have ur own personalities…:P
mindy, thanks for a wonderful dinner…i still owe u mash potatoes…:P
kath and gang, thanks guys for the great night we had…look forward to hanging with u all in the future…
arie, cindy and lia, u guys were my first indon friends in monash…great we are still doing well…thanks for all the cheering up moments in class…OTOI!!!!
dr.jega, dr.yeoh, dr.andrew, dr.sharon and dr.helen, u guys are the best lecturers any arts student can ask for…its amazing how i managed to get all of comm’s best ,with the exception of dr.pat that is, in one semester…
all my other friends whom i have failed to mention, u guys know what u all did for me…it always made me happy and i was happy to make u all happy…
and lastly…how can i forget…miss tong hiu li…hmm, interesting semester we had…we might not be as close as before but i still think we had a good time…its funny how things change so fast…

im gonna miss all of u guys…i might be seeing u all in exams…and for the rest of u guys, maybe next semester…till we meet again, take care…

i was having a rather decent conversation with joanne just now…we were just looking and comparing where we are today and where we were 3 and a half years ago back in MUFY…a lot has happen since then…we have all change…both physically and mentally…but i did discover one thing…if there was a time machine, i would go back to mufy and do things i did not do back then…maybe, just maybe life will be different for all of us then…but then again, we have to live in reality and in reality there is no such thing as time travel…

i miss mufy…who doesnt?…

the last time i heard this song was in jon’s car on the way to the curve on my birthday…after searching high and low, i finally found the song…and after listening to it again, i just thought of blogging the lyrics…

I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies I made you believe
Guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed
Where your nightgown used to be
I told myself I wouldn’t miss you
But I remembered
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

While looking through your old box of notes
I found those pictures I took
That you were looking for
If there’s one memory I don’t want to lose
That time at the mall
You and me in the dressing room
I told myself I won’t miss you
But I remembered
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me

The bed I’m lying in is getting colder
Wish I never would’ve said it’s over
And I can’t pretend that I won’t think about you when I’m older
Cause we never really had our closure
This can’t be the end
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
(And I think you should know this)
(You deserve much better than me)

PS: im not referring to anyone in particular…i hope u guys get me…

No i dont get u…i want to get u…but i fear u…so how can i get u if i fear u?…but u say get me…so do u want me to get u?…or u just want to be getted?…me can get u if u want me to and u can get me if u want to also…so the question is do u want me to get u?…but if i get u, it proves how big of a loser i am…cos im not really into u…but if i dont get u, i feel miserable…not many like u…but im ok with u…they dun get u as much as i get u…probably they need to get themselves first in order to get me and u…we can get each other…we could be fantastic…we could be the most envious people alive…u get me?…but i dont really get u…i need a sign from u…do u want me to really get u?…or is it just friendship?…if me get u, u might be the luckiest person in the world…but if i get u, am i going to be enjoying it as much as u do?…im contradicting myself…i hope ur getting me…my best friend gets me but i dont know if she gets u…everyone seem to get me but i dont know if they get u…i think only a few really actually get u…maybe we could get each other…maybe we cant…so do u really want me to get u?…or is it just u wanting to get me…from the way things are, i might just get u…but will u get me when i get u?…i dont know…

in conclusion, come get me…

How can a girl who undergoes sex change, be able to make love to a woman as how any other man does?

and that is how exactly emmet slept with amira in aaron raj’s epic masterpiece, Emmet.

The story of a girl who becomes a man who goes to battle in iraq and ends up fucking the wife of the man who saved his life…

sounds interesting?…official release date June 1st 2007…

written by acclaimed Monash University WRT3421 writer, Aaron Raj…

Today was the first briefing of our trip to the Philippines…not every one came but it was fun for those that came…mindy was poisoning me with chocolates which i just couldnt seem to resist…pui yarn wanted to know if the hotels were haunted…and maxine wants me to follow her to the red light district…what a day…haha

anyways, im really looking forward for the trip…in fact all of us are…10 days in a hill resort where the temperatures are between 7 to 8 degree celcius…sound like paradise enough for me…the accommodation looks amazing…the last time i stayed in a cottage was in kinabalu park in sabah…looking forward to sleeping at the cottage…haha

i only wished more could have come…20 students is just too little…its not fun enough…but too many can be a little overcrowded…im glad i know everyone who is going from funny feeza to teleteme to mr.max…sadly only 3 guys going…well as they say, ones lost is anothers gain…haha

besides a 12 hour journey, avoiding terrorists and kidnaps and also stolen luggage, this trip sounds more like an adventure more than a trip…and an adventure it shall be…cant wait for it…haha

why are all my paragraphs ending with haha?

i aint no chelsea or manchester united fan but i think chelsea deserved yesterdays win…mu played rubbish…scholes was the worse player yesterday…anyways chelsea had a good season…

but they have to look out for arsenal next season…we will be the team to beat…Henry is coming back….Van Persie is all geared up…the beast is going to destroy the rest…my team will win…

MUAHAHAHAHHAAHAA….

I realize that a lot of people have different views for this film…some said it was the best of the 3…some said it was ok…and some said it sucked…

as a comm student and an "expert" on textual analysis, i have to say that the film was great in some aspects but also lacked in some aspects…the special effects were great but the acting was ok only…the story was storng but the lines were cheezy…

the entire movie, i only loved one line…and that was at the end…at harry’s funeral…"Whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging inside us, we always have a choice, my friend harry taught me that. He chose to be the best of himself. It’s the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what’s right."…this line i would say was the main turning point of the film…cos if u follow the story, u will see that everything has to do with choices…sandmand chose to ask forgiveness, eddie chose to die with venom, harry chose to help spidey…etc..

another interesting line, "if you want forgiveness, get religion." the siginificance of that, spidey gets rid of venom in a church only to have it consume eddie in a church…i found that seen real cool by the way…

the story was very storng indeed…but the lines were a bit pathetic…

nevertheless, a good film…

i cant bring myself to rate this film…10 out of 10 for story…5 out of 10 for acting…

Tempted enough to buy the album although i have already downloaded the songs…Timbaland is now my favourite music producer…finally a guy who makes really good music with a combination of all genres…pop, rock, hip hop, ballad…he has it all and remixes it…loving it…his new album shock value is fantastic…i love all the songs…this one is my favourite…note the fact that he doesnt sing or write many lyrics but just the music…the track apologize just got me when i heard it the first time…here’s the lyrics of it…

I'm holding on your ropeGot me ten feet off the groundAnd I'm hearing what you sayBut I just can't make a soundYou tell me that you need meThen you go and cut me downBut wait...You tell me that you're sorryDidn't think I'd turn around and say..

That it's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, it's too late

I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for youAnd I need you like a heart needs a beat(But that's nothing new)Yeah yeah

I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blueAnd you saySorry like an angel, heavens not the thing for you,But I'm afraid

It's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologizes, it's too lateWoahooo woah

It's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, it's too lateI said it's too late to apologize, yeah yeahI said it's too late to apologize, a yeah

I'm holding your ropeGot me ten feet off the ground...

i dont know why but im obsessed with this song...