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Nickelodeon Script First

1 Apr

Guys! Nickelodeon Animation Studio is looking for new scripts! This is just something I NEED to share!

http://signup.viacom.com/NickScriptFirst/pitch.aspx

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The Murder Mystery of Mr. Hard Boiled Egg

18 Feb

The story starts with the murder of the Ms. Bag of Milk, who is from Canada and is spilled. The hard-boiled detective egg is called on action for the mystery. More clues lead the hard-boiled detective to the notorious mafia in the fridge, Cereal Killers. The detective now reconnects with his old friend, Bronie the Cake who likes to get stoned and baked. With the help from Brownie, the Egg goes to Red Apple District and meet Lucille LaPeel, the stripper banana who can only strip once. She wears one red, high-heeled shoe and also, a fish net. Meanwhile Brownie has an love struck, the dancer in the strip club, who is a lettuce and flips her skirt skillingly. However, his love affair and also the hard boiled Egg’s meeting with Miss Lapeel got interrupted by the Cereal killers, who take out their straws and shoot rice. Now Sharan the Carrot, the hard-boiled egg’s love interest is captured. Now the hard-boiled detective egg must reconcile with the two parts within him, while working with his stoned friend, battling the Cereal Killers, and work through his complicated family complex with his brothers: the cheering Sunny Side Up, the messy Scrambled, his out of control Devil Egg, and his brother in the hospital who contracts salmonella.

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The Talent of The Room

30 Apr

The Talent of The Room

This is a really interesting/tough aspect about being a writer. I think he’s more talking about literary writing. It gives me a writer-esque feeling. It might worth looking into it.

Taste of My Hometown: Taipei

30 Apr

My hometown tastes like tap water. Clear, clean, sanitized, yet industrialization makes you wonder: is that really drinkable? When you drink it, the metal-like texture rubbed your tongue like eating a nickel, only that the nickel is broken down into million pieces and merge with your taste buds. Yet you survive on it. When your vending machine nearby is broken down, or you simply don’t want to waste money on bottled water or leisure of high quality, you drink it. Despite its urbanized touch which makes you feel like licking a shovel, you boil it and add a tea bag or milk powder to add some flavor into what’s originally dull and unoriginal and makes it…kinda weird. That’s my city. Plain, simple, yet something weird is always going on. You feel bored inside, so you salvage the flavor of life with some Swiss Miss with marshmallow. And you’ll have stomach ache tomorrow morning. And you keep on drinking it.

“Don’t ever do that”- Naked Dialogue Practice

5 Mar

“Oh, holy shit!”

“What?”

“Oh, my god! Are…are you alright?”

“Yeah. What, what happened?”

“You seemed awfully hurt. You need to go see a doctor right away. There seems to be some serious bone fractures, and look at those bruises! I would suggest you go check yourself up, oh, my, there’ might even be some internal bleeding…”

“No, what are you talking about? I’m alright.”

“No, no, no, you have to go to the ER right away…”

“There’s nothing wrong with me.”

“No, you look like you just fell from heaven…”

“Wait, wh—“

“Angel.”

“Seriously?”

“Can I have your phone number?”

“That’s your pick-up line? In a bar? You just fell from heaven angel?”

“Do…do you have a bandage? Because I think I scraped my knee falling for you–hey, wait!”