Linda is the cheif make-up expert at Trinity Christian Centre. She has a beauty shop at The Adelphi, called Beautylink. She comes every semester we have this course to do the lesson on make-up application. There's nothing like hands-on to learn!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Flash writing exercise (non-fiction)
Given starting text to the scene:
[She walks in the door and locks it behind her. ...
How I added on:
...Angry. There is a knock. She opens the door. HE is standing there.]
HIM: You stay there for awhile.
[Silence. They stare at each other.]
HER: OK.
HIM: You need to cool off. What happened out there was way--
HER: What happened out there has nothing to do with my "lack of margin." Those two guys are lame!
HIM: Turn on the aircon. Read a book. Write an email. Take a shower. [SHE glares at him] Pour yourself a glass wine. Chill!
[HE closes the door. She paces. Picks up a few things and puts them away. Straightens up. Sits on the bed for 30 seconds in silence. Gets up and goes to the computer. Facebook appears projected on the rear wall as she updates her status.]
"KIMBERLY ...has been sent to her room for having a bad attitude and fighting."
[LIGHTS up on living room. HE returns. BOYS are flaked out on sofa and chair. A football game is on the television set.
HIM: So, did they score?
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Monday, January 10, 2011
FLASH WRITING EXERCISE 2 @ Paya Lebar
I took out a black satin embroidered tissue pack. One of many I’d purchased a few years ago. “Creative Stimuli” I called it and told the students to write whatever scene came to their mind based on what they saw there.
Here’s mine:
[Well appointed kitchen. Somewhere in an expensive USA suburb. SHE, holding a small parcel, enters. HE sits at counter, reading the Wall Street Journal. Unseen, the SISTER sits in kitchen counter. Her clothes indicate she is something different.]
SHE: Oh, “Singapore.” It’s light.
[SHE sets it down on the counter. HE doesn’t look up.]
HE: aren’t you going to open it?
SISTER: [To audience] It’s so hard to buy for people who have everything.
[SHE opens a chilled bottle of still San Pelligrino and pours it in a fine crystal glass]
SHE: The suspense is killing me.
HE: They mean well.
SISTER: How does one maintain a relationship long distance?
SHE: [picks up the parcel again.] Well, at least we know it can’t be another strange woodcarving from Malaysia.
HE: I think it was Indonesia.
SHE: Whatever.
[SHE puts it down again]
HE: Maybe it’s another batik sarong.
SISTER: [Continues] At first it’s exciting and fun to share the adventures. Keep in touch. Find ways to share in each other’s life.
SHE: No. It’s too lightweight this time.
SISTER: They were kind of like into it at first.
HE: [makes a move to get up] Well if you’re not going to open it,...
SISTER: Vicariously.
HE: ...let me.
SHE: No. [rips] Oooh! “Raffles Hotel” Potential.
SISTER: But when months stretch into years. And interests change....
HE: A tissue holder?
SISTER: ...the distance becomes more than PHYSICAL.
SHE: [looking at it] I think it’s kiind of sweet.
HE: Bless her heart. At least she tries.
[HE takes his paper and exits. SHE stands. Not quite knowing what to do with the silk embroidered tissue holder from The Raffles Hotel, Singapore.]
[LIGHTS]
Here’s mine:
[Well appointed kitchen. Somewhere in an expensive USA suburb. SHE, holding a small parcel, enters. HE sits at counter, reading the Wall Street Journal. Unseen, the SISTER sits in kitchen counter. Her clothes indicate she is something different.]
SHE: Oh, “Singapore.” It’s light.
[SHE sets it down on the counter. HE doesn’t look up.]
HE: aren’t you going to open it?
SISTER: [To audience] It’s so hard to buy for people who have everything.
[SHE opens a chilled bottle of still San Pelligrino and pours it in a fine crystal glass]
SHE: The suspense is killing me.
HE: They mean well.
SISTER: How does one maintain a relationship long distance?
SHE: [picks up the parcel again.] Well, at least we know it can’t be another strange woodcarving from Malaysia.
HE: I think it was Indonesia.
SHE: Whatever.
[SHE puts it down again]
HE: Maybe it’s another batik sarong.
SISTER: [Continues] At first it’s exciting and fun to share the adventures. Keep in touch. Find ways to share in each other’s life.
SHE: No. It’s too lightweight this time.
SISTER: They were kind of like into it at first.
HE: [makes a move to get up] Well if you’re not going to open it,...
SISTER: Vicariously.
HE: ...let me.
SHE: No. [rips] Oooh! “Raffles Hotel” Potential.
SISTER: But when months stretch into years. And interests change....
HE: A tissue holder?
SISTER: ...the distance becomes more than PHYSICAL.
SHE: [looking at it] I think it’s kiind of sweet.
HE: Bless her heart. At least she tries.
[HE takes his paper and exits. SHE stands. Not quite knowing what to do with the silk embroidered tissue holder from The Raffles Hotel, Singapore.]
[LIGHTS]
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