<?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-6395431373313102453</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:44:55.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in 24 Frames Per Second</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinroughcut.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395431373313102453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinroughcut.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>owee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854498344096800798</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6395431373313102453.post-4613502029916568706</id><published>2008-10-09T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:04:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing</title><content type='html'>INT. Master's Bedroom of a house in Pasay, 1950's architecture - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela, an old lady in her late 80's in a faded green house dress, lay still in the middle of a king-size bed.  The room is filled with clutter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CROSSFADE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen tank. Pots of expired face creams and bottles of old perfume on the dresser top along with prescription medicines.  Dirty laundry on one corner.  Children's drawings on the closet door.  Soft breeze that smelled of urban decay sifted through the capiz windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRANCIS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;Hali 'kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FRANCIS motions everyone to proceed to the master's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Shot of the room slowly being filled with the ANGELA'S RELATIVES.  Her CHILDREN and GRANDCHILDREN all gather around the bed and start praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DISSOLVE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FRANCIS (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CU of faces all lined up in a row. Heads bowed down.  Everyone is filled with sorrow. Track to see the face of each of the relatives present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;DISSOLVE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands clasped in prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;POV of ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Jesus forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell.Lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in need of your mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CU of OLIVIA quietly shedding tears and sniffing. BERNIE follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POV of ANGELA WILMA approaches her and whispers to her ear.  Everyone sniffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WILMA:&lt;br /&gt;Ma, okay na. Pahinga ka na. Nandito na kami lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILMA kisses ANGELA on the temple and firmly squeezes her hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CROSSFADE TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the RELATIVES take turns in kissing ANGELA and saying goodbye.  They all still continue in praying the rosary.  Everyone but OLIVIA kissed her.  She continues crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA's Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. Living room of a 1960's house in Cubao - NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of ANGELA'S RELATIVES are gathered around her while she is seated in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ALL (Singing)&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLORY&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Ate and may you have many more to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA&lt;br /&gt;(Softly, almost to herself. Smiling) Hindi na.  Thank you na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAMES, a medicine graduate, check for ANGELA's vital signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JAMES&lt;br /&gt;She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He checks his watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long shot of OLIVIA seated on a couch in the living room, just outside the master's bedroom.  Her face is blank. She stares into the open doors of the master's bedroom, directly in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;CUT TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long shot of THREE MEN from the Funeral Service lift the blanket ANGELA was laying on to transfer her  on to a stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BERNIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was going tonight. I saw them in the bathroom.  They were going to take her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLIVIA (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;Anong itsura nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERNIE (V.O.)&lt;br /&gt;Two bright sparks of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6395431373313102453-4613502029916568706?l=lifeinroughcut.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinroughcut.blogspot.com/feeds/4613502029916568706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6395431373313102453&amp;postID=4613502029916568706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395431373313102453/posts/default/4613502029916568706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6395431373313102453/posts/default/4613502029916568706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinroughcut.blogspot.com/2008/10/passing.html' title='Passing'/><author><name>owee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08854498344096800798</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></feed>
