Funny Scam Email Part 2

The funny Email Scam artist strike again, after I totally told him/her off with the last Email, he/she send me this following Email
Hi Dear,



How are you today? My dear thank you so much for your mail I have gone through your mail is well understood, My dear I want you to understand the condition which lead me to Senegal, I ran away from my country because my uncle trying to kill me so that he will take over all my late fathers properties, So when I came to Senegal, I went to the bank where my late father deposited the money so that I can withdraw some money as the next of kin to the account and start a new life. Unfortunately, I did not know that my late father signed an agreement with the bank that the money should not be released directly to me if not married or up to 30years.


The agreement states that I should appoint a foreign trustee/ investor any time I want to take the money from the bank before I am 30 years. I understand that the foreign investor is to invest and manage the money for me in a good business. I was told that it will not be possible for me to indulge in financial transaction because of my age as refugee statue and law that governs this country.

So the bank people advised me that since I am not yet 30 years and not married, I should look for someone to stand for me for claims in accordance with their agreement with my late father. Actually, this is why I contacted you, to help me transfer this money to yourbank account in your country.


Secondly, I like your country and I want to live there and continue my education. You don't have to be afraid because the money was deposited with my name as the next of kin to inherit the fund. Despite the money I really want a man who will care and love me, I need a man who will always tell me the truth from his heart, I need a man who will be my brother my best friends and if the nature permit it my husband.


My dear, I can not go back to my country because my uncle will kill me I am scared of losing my life, please I want you to find your hear to help me out from this condition I am, anyway I will drop here for now hope to hear from you soon bye.



Yours truly,

Fatima


Seriously, he/she or they are still not giving it a rest aren't they? :)

Funny dating Scam Email

Hi guys,
I recieved this romantic sort Email a little while ago from some god know what wierd person. I can now be 100% certain it must be a scam of some sort.

This is the original Email this person send me.

Hello Dear, My name is Fatima, i am a beautiful and romantic young girl i was impressed when i saw your profile on and will like to establish a long lasting relationship with you. In addition,i will like you to reply me. This is because i don't know the possibilities of remaining in forum for a long time. please If you are interested in knowing more about me, and for me to send you some pictures of mine, Thanks waiting to hear from you . With all my love, Miss Fatima You can send me an email ok; missfatimamk13@yahoo.de

The only thing that was going through my head was "What the hell?" This is especially considering the fact, I "DIDN'T JOIN ANY DATING SITE" So, I send an email back saying

I am not the comittment type

PS: What profile? I didn't join any dating site

Then this person send me this Email and two photos as attachment with it


Hello Dearest,
Thanks for your mail, i really appreciate it so much.
I am excited to hear from you, you are such a nice person, i always dream to meet some one like you, as for that reason i will never hide anything from you.I am alright only that life has not been easy for me, more over my name is Miss Fatima Dim Deng, i am from Sudan by Nationality, my late parents are Dr. and Mrs Dominic Dim Deng. My father Dr.Dominic Dim Deng was the South Sudan Affairs and defense minister.

My parents were among with other 19 military officials have been killed as result of a plane crash between Wau and Juba,Sudan in  Friday, May 2, 2008, After the burial of my late parents life becomes so difficult for me as the only child to my parents, my uncle conspired  and sold  my father's properties to a Chinese Expatriate, left nothing for me to survive with, explaining to me that as tradition demand, as a female issue i don't have any right to my father's properties, i tried to stand up for my right which he treating to kill me, that is the reason i find my way and run away from my country, i am residing in Senegal under the International federation of Red Cross Society. although life is not easy here.
i forgot to tell you my age in my last mail, i am  24 years old,  am student of Accounting in the university before the incident, but i could not finish up my education, i was in 2rd year, i want to become an economics  as  profession.

We have the general over sea in the camp, he takes care of our welfare in the camp here, he is Pastor of (The Light of God Gospel Mission) here in the Dakar, his name is Reverend  EJION, it was through his help that i could be able to contact you with his computer, he has a computer in his office that was were i used to send you mails. In case you want to call me, you can call me through his phone number, tell him that you want to speak with me, he will send for me at the Hostel to come and answer your call, he is such a nice man, always good to people, this is his phone number: 00221776715216 OR 00221766679838
There is some thing i want us to talk about, i know that is very difficult to get some one that is honest and sincere, this issue i am telling you is some thing i will not like you to review to any body, i am telling you this due to the trust i have seen in you, i feel your honest and understanding person, when my parents were alive they never hide anything from me as the only child.

After the death of my parent i was able to get my late father's Deposit Certificate were he Deposited his money, my uncle later got to know about it, that was his reason he was threatening me so that he could be able to claim the money. It contains £2.8 million British pounds  (two Million eight  Hundred Thousand pounds). and as the only child i am the next of kin,  i am giving you all this information due to the trust I have deposed on you. When escaping out of my country i also took along with me my late father's Deposit Certificate too.

Here you can find out about my father death;
http://www.sudantribune.com/spip.php?article26975
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/7380412.stm

at this moment i want to come out of this camp to live my normal life as a woman, i want you to help me so that i could be able to get this money, i have already contacted the bank and i found out and i was also informed by the bank that my father have an agreement with the bank that the money should be release to me when i get matured or as the case may be with an appointed trustee who could stand on my behalf to help me get the money.
I have kept this as a secret, even Reverend EJION does not know about it, but i will tell him as soon as you promise to help me out and i also want you to keep it to yourself too.
i want to go back to the hostel in few minutes from now we are going to have our three hours prayers, i will give you the information's of the bank in my next mail, once again thank you and God bless,waiting to hear from you soon.

and send me this two photos of this very hot girl, which this person claim to be him/herself

Now, I don't know about you. But this definitly seem like a scam to me.'

(Although the girl in that photo is kind of hot. Maybe it is the photo of a model taken off some magazine.  )

The second Email this person sent me frequently reminded me of the studying of male sexual desire and how fairy tale frequently reflect it, which is why in stories such as Snow White and Sleeping Beauty the victim is always a weak, helpless and innocent victim and is 100% knock out hot. Well, this story reminded me of it completly. This person presented photos of a hot girl, (Score on the knock out hot part) protray him/her self as a weak, helpless and innocent victim (socre again on that part) and protray him/herself as the daughter of a high ranking official (score on that part again) and within this story that the person in this story presented, it make it seem like a situation where me the reader is in a position to play the prince charming or knight in shinning armor protecting the beautiful princess (once again score.)

What this further reminded me is Psychologist Philip C MacGraw's concept of fix believe, which is that sometime when a person believe or want to believe in something badly enough, they will refuse anything that contradict their believe, just to be able to continue to believe in what they want to believe in and they would also look for example and construct opinion that can be use in favor of this idea. Fix believe usually come into existence due to some form of reason e.g. want to be the knight in shinng armor protecting a madem in destress in a fairytale.

It also kind of reminded me of how western conservative ideology frequently believe for the west to be a male and the none west to be a female, considering the fact the girl in the photo is black, not white. It so play into the stereotype and its believe that a real woman is suppose to be a weak, helpless and innocent victim and those who are not like that are not real woman and a real woman is trust worthy and somebody who is not a real woman is not trust worthy. (At this stage, I am so glad I didn't grow up in a western family, especially not a western conservative family or I might just be conned my ass off.)

I don't know about you, but I think this person ahs done his/her homework and honestly, I think sooner or later, he/she is going to meet a conservative old man that is going to get con. I am just glad that isn't me.
But I have to say this girl...opps sorry...I mean this/these person/people (can either be a man or a woman) really know how to get to you.

Cheers

PS: Due to legal reason, if I am wrong about this been a scam. Then I apologise for what I say within this post right now. I am sorry.

Also, due to legal reason, if this person is been 100% honest, then I apologise for what I say within this post right now. I am sorry.

Research show western fairy tale to be the main cause of abusive relationship amount women (Opinion piece)

A research conducted two years ago, showed that almost 50% of women have been in either a physical or an emotionally abusive relationship and Western fairy tales and Conservative culture is the direct cause to it.

The research shows that, conservative culture and western fairy tales have been working hand in hand to brain wash women to believe in an unhealthy and unrealistic view of love, relationship and happiness, since a young age. This caused many women to look for a constructed version of happiness that is removed from reality and become vulnerable to predators who use this to their advantage.

The research conducted by psychologist Dr. Xxxx (which I forgot her name and I can not find it on the internet either.) stated that, conservative culture have create an illusion which makes women believes that, a happy and successful woman, is a woman who have a man. It constructed an idea that, no matter how successful you are in your career or as a mother or how happy your life is, the only definition of success or happiness for a woman is whether you have a man. Dr. Xxxx stated that, this resulted in many women to be looking for a man at all cost and if they can not find a decent guy, they will go for a settle for second grade male or even a male that can be abusive or even problematic, just so they can at least have a man in their life.

Fairy tale is also a major cause of abusive relationship amount females. Dr. Xxxx believe that because girls grow up been bombarded by the story of Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and other fairy tale princess. This result in girls growing up, tending to believing that the happiness within these story is what true happiness is suppose to be like, what true love is suppose to be like and to an even greater extend what a girl is suppose to be like. The result is that predators used these weaknesses to their advantage by presenting girls with an illusion of such fairy tale happiness and trapping them in an abusive relationship.

The major problem with the fairy tale version of happiness is that it really removed from reality. The subconscious truth about fairy tales is to firstly reinforcing conservative ideologies using of plot and story, where the mean doesn’t justify the end and secondly to fulfill male sexual desire.

In Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty for example, they all reinforce the idea that true happiness for a woman is heterosexual marriage and looking for a prince charming and a woman that do not convert to these ideology should be unhappy. However, none of these fairy tale stories give their readers a justify reason of why it is the case.

For example, in Snow White and Cinderella it simply stated that, they live happily ever after, but did not tell their readers why. I mean if Snow White’s prince is a funny guy who makes her laugh or if Cinderella and her prince are soul mates, then it might justify their happiness to a certain extend. But imagine if Snow White’s prince is a snobby player who can’t stay faithful or if Cinderella’s prince is a repulsive wife beater. Would Snow White be so happy and would Cinderella be happier with her prince, then in comparison with her evil step mother?

However, the fairy tales simply stated these girls to be living happily ever after with their prince, without telling their readers any reason why. Cinderella and Snow White are not the only fairy tales which said the girls live happily ever after, without justifying why. In fact there is a whole category of fairy tale, which also reinforces the idea that happiness for a girl is heterosexual marriage and prince charming, without giving their readers any reasons.

According to Dr. Xxxx, it is because girls have been bombarded by stories like Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Cinderella, since their childhood, that they spend a quantity of their adulthood searching for this unrealistic version of love and relationship and it is why, predators can use this weakness to manipulate a woman into an abusive relationship and keeping her within his restrain.

Dr. Xxxx is not the first person to come up with this form of view about fairy tales. In fact the problematic natural of fairy tale is something that has been noticed by a lot of scholars, within the field of psychology, linguistic and social and culture analysis, including Virginal Wolf (I think, I am not sure about her), James Finn Garner, Sigmund Freud (who is been consider as the father of psychology by many.) and even my own culture study tutor from Uni Dr. Kishani Pilapitiya.

Amount all of these scholars Sigmund Freud went further to argue that fairy tale is really a representation of male sexual desire. He wrote for example that, the princesses within every single fairy tale are young, innocent, naïve, passive and extremely beautiful. To explain what Sigmund Freud is saying here in my own words is that, all of the princesses within these stories are extremely attractive looking girls or young women, they are good at

heart not because they are wise, but because they are innocent (just to clarify here, there are two sort of good people in the world. The first sorts are innocent people. The second sorts are people that are wise.), the princesses are extremely passive and it is extremely easy to get them into bed with you, in other word a seductive object of pure sexual desire.


PS: If anybody know any additional information in regards to this topic or happens to know that I might have made a mistake within the information I have given above, please feel free to make a comment about it.

I am quite certain that my information is accurate, but just in case, feel free to make a comment if you happen to know that I have made a mistake amount the information I have given above.

And pleasssssssse, if any body knows the real name of Dr. Xxxx, can you please write it down for me within the comments pleasssssssse?

Oh yes and if you know any additional information in regards to this topic, please feel free to make a comment about it.

Cheers

Happy New Year!!! New Year’s Eve 31st December 2008

I noticed a hot girl sitting on a table across me.  I thought its fun trying to picking her up, to kill time, while waiting for Jackie, but I couldn’t think of any good pick up line and dismissed the idea.

Jackie and I were planning to go watch New Year fire work in the city tonight, Jackie is late he told me via a text message, I ended up waiting for him in front of Central Train Station’s Hungry Jack.

Jackie finally arrived.  “Sorry, man.” He said he wore a black T shirt.

“Hey man, what’s up.” I said

“So, you bring any girls?” Jackie asked.

“Na, man” I said

“What about you, where’s your girl friend?” I continued

“She’s back in China for New Year.” Jackie said.  Jackie and his girl friend are Chinese oversea students, they met in Australia.

“Hey, I called two friends of mine to join us, hope you’re OK with it.” Jackie said

“Sure” I said

I never understand why Jackie always say he is lonely, every time we hang out, he managed to bring along more people, most of the time, people I don’t even know and different people just about every time.

It took us a while, to find Jackie’s friends David and Paul, in front of a Central Station’s entrance/exit, near a male toilet.  David and Paul are Koreans, they wore white T shirts.  Paul wears glasses.

We had to get to Darling Harbor, where the firework is, but all trains to nearby stations stopped, due to over crowding, so we walked.

I am not sure when, but I think by the time we got to Town Hall, the cops had the road sealed off from the cars, for pedestrians.

The government organized celebrations only exist in Darling Harbor, but the party has extended beyond it and we found ourselves within the party, still miles away.  There were lots of people in the city that night and a lot were walking, towards Darling Harbor, most in their late teens or twenties.  Every time, I saw a group of girls that’s worth picking up and wanted Paul to be my partner, he chicken out, so I have to chicken out too.

“Come on man.” I said, after the third time Paul chickened out.

“You are just here to pick up chicks aren’t you?” Jackie joked

“It’s just a bit of fun, New Year.” I said

“I’ll be your partner.” David said

“Yeah, David is out going.” Jackie replied

After a while, we saw a girl, standing on the sidewalk, checking her mobile.

“That one looks good.  You want to go pick her up.?” I said

“Ok,” David said

“Ok, let’s go.” I said

“You serious?” David asked

“Yeah, of course, let’s go.” I said

David and I pretended to be tourist, asking random people for direction and that girl with the mobile is that random person. 

David and I walked towards the girl acting confidently, Jackie who can’t join us because he has a girl friend and Paul who chickened out again, waited behind a convenient store.

“Hey, can you tell us the way to Darling Harbor, buddy?” we said, the girl probably didn’t hear us and didn’t respond.

So, David and I kept walking, until we reached a distance bit away from the girl.

“No response!” We burst into laughter.

I guess the girl didn’t have a clue what was going on, she was still looking at her phone listening to her walkman.  David and I walked back towards Jackie and Paul.

“What happened?” Jackie asked.

“No response” we laughed.  We started walking towards Darling Harbor again.

The crowd become thicker and thicker, a second of carelessness and you will be lost from your mates, the street was all lighted up, every once in a while, you hear people yelling “Happy New Year” or coming up to you, wishing you a happy new year, we always replied positively.

The local bars, Seven Eleven and MacDonald were jam packed with people.  The streets were full of people celebrating, there were a happy atmosphere all over the city and just about everybody were having a good time. 

“I lost everybody.” I heard a girl said

“Where the hell are Paul and Jackie man.” I asked David, when we finally lost them. 

“I don’t know.” David replied, we started looking for Jackie and Paul, we couldn’t fin them and decided to keep looking for them and use the chance to pick up girls.

“What about that one.” David said there was a red head girl, wearing an orange jumpsuit checking her camera, standing a bit away from us.

“Look cute.” I said

We decided that I will tell her that David wanted to take a picture with her for New Year good luck and see how we goes from there, but by the time David and I completed our strategy discussion, the girl already finished checking her camera and was starting to walk towards another direction.

“Man, where is she going.” David said

I started laughing, then David started laughing too, we dismissed the idea of picking up that girl.

“How are you my horny friends?” Jackie and Paul walked up from behind us, a few minutes later.

“Where the hell was you guys?” I asked

I can’t remember Jackie’s reply.  We started waling towards Darling Harbor again.

By the time we reached Darling Harbor, it was sealed off, due to over crowding.

We choose a spot, with a good view of midnight’s firework and sat down, along with hundred and thousands of people, who didn’t get into the harbor.  After a little while, we decided it’s still early and went to a bar nearby.

The bar was jammed packed with people and it was so noisy, I can barely hear myself think.  The bar owner putted plenty of chairs and tables on the sidewalk and a lot of people choose to enjoy their drink outdoor.  The sidewalk was jammed packed.

I saw a hot dog stand nearby, considering Jackie was buying everybody beers, I decided to get everybody hot dogs.  I thought the hot dogs would be at most, two dollars and fifty cent each, but it was five dollars each!!!  “What a rip of!!!” I thought

We started chatting amount ourselves and enjoy the occasion’s atmosphere.  There was a group of young people walking down the main road, yelling on the top of their lungs “Happy New Year.  We love you all!!!” as they walked along

Nobody is sure who they are, but everybody yelled, happy new year in return.

There were a few couples, making out in public, without revealing any part of their body, other then their heads.

By the time it was Eleven o’clock, we decided to find a sweet spot to watch the midnight firework.  It took us, half an hour to find a spot.  There were twice as much people sitting there.

“Hey, isn’t she that girl we wanted to pick up earlier today?” I said to David, pointing to a girl wearing orange jumpsuit, she was with another black hair girl wearing the same cloth.  They were taking people’s photos, with permission.

“Yeah, I think she is taking photos of people.” David said

“I’ll go ask her, when she come by.” I said she was still taking photos of another group of people.

Once she finished, she and her friend started jogging up the road, towards the direction we were in.  I ran over.

“Hey, are you guys taking photos of people.” I asked

“Yeah, would you guys like one.” The girls smiled

“Sure.” I said

The girls ran a few steps to where, Jackie, David, Paul and I were sitting.

The four of us scrammed together, Jackie was on the left, I was on central left, David was on the central right and Paul was on the right.

“Say cheese.” The black head girl said.  She snapped the picture.

“Ok, now you join in.” we said, the red head girl jumped into the frame between Jackie and me

The black hair girl took two photos.

“Ok, now its, my turn.” The black hair girl said, hanging the camera to her friend and jumped into the frame.

The red hair girl took a photo with only the four of us guys and one with her friend amount us.

Then we returned to our sweet spot, to wait for the firework and the girls left to take more photos.

It was twelve o’clock and the firework is about to begin.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Happy New Year!” The crowd yelled.

The firework began, there’s a big difference between watching it on TV, then been here.  On TV, you are watching from a remote location, but here, it’s all around us.  It’s a beautiful piece of art work.

The firework eventually ended, I wish it lasted longer.  The army of people that swamped into the city all night is now, heading back to their shelters.

Standing in front of a local bar’s window, a DJ kept the part going, mixing music for the public.  A lot of people stopped to watch, every once in a while, the DH threw flying kisses into her audience.  She is hot.  I guess she is in her early twenties.

We reached Town Hall and parted with Paul, who lives in the city.

Jackie, David and I walked into the train station.  We’re on different platforms.  We said goodbyes and split up.

“Enjoy life when you still can, tomorrow, you will be facing all the shit life throws at you in 2009.” I thought

Short Story: Ezzy, Philip & Butch

Ezzy: Why do you have to hit him!

Philip: Oh, so all in a sudden I am the bad guy? He is the one that attacked me, thank you very much and along with his two giant gangster friends over there.

Ezzy: Look at him. He is on the ground. He is hurt.

Philip: He had a knife! A butcher knife, what am I suppose to do about it? The other one had a chain saw and the third one have the size of a fist that can kill a man with one punch. What am I suppose to do? It is either they or I?

Ezzy: He is just joking.

Philip: Oh, yeah. He is just joking, all right? Do you think somebody that was just joking would have smash an entire fence with a chain saw? By the way he was aiming at me. I just managed to move quickly enough not to get chop. Do you think I…

Ezzy: Look at him his hurt!

Philip: He is not hurt OK? I did a spin kick that knock off all three of them down in one go. It won’t kill them. He is not even been injure for Christ sack! He is just lying there acting like a crybaby. God! He doesn’t even have what it takes to run off screaming, like his two friend over there.

Butch: It…

Philip: SHUT UP!!!

Ezzy: Don’t shout at him that way!

Philip: Oh, what, now all in the sudden I am the bad guy? Hey, I am not the one that asked my self to come and pick you up from the hospital, thank you very much. No, I didn’t. In fact, I was having a very good time eating breakfast and watching cartoon at home, thank you very much. Then I received a phone call from you to ask me to pick you up from the hospital and the next thing I know, I ended up in this jack shit!!!

Ezzy: You didn’t have to come.

Philip: So you should be grateful that I did!

Ezzy: I could have asked somebody else!

Philip: You know what? You are right, it is none of my business and in fact I cannot be bothered to care any more. You know what? In fact the next time, you have your god dame gangster boy friend bashing you up, don’t come running to me and start crying. The next time, he bashed you up and you ended up in hospital don’t ask me to pick you up, from the hospital. The next time he is going around having sex with other woman in your bedroom, with you around, don’t come running to me crying your head off. To be hones, I am getting pretty sick and tire of it. It is like talking to brick wall and if that is the way you want it then so be it. Don’t talk to me, don’t!

Butch: Hey what I do with my woman is none of you’re…

Philip: SHUT UP!!! YOU WANT ME TO BASH YOU UP FOR REAL IS IT!!!? BECAUSE, I AM REALLY IN THE MOOD OF IT, RIGHT NOW. SO DON’T TRY TO PISS ME OFF EVEN MORE.

Butch: No, sir, no…

Ezzy: Stop terrifying him.

Philip: Oh, so all in a sudden I am the bad guy, ha? That is it, isn’t it? I am the bad guy and he is the good guy. Well, if he is such a lovely person, then why do you have to annoy me, with your pathetic personal life, Ha, Ha, Tell me, HA? Go back to him and live you little fairy tale life style would you? Please, I beg you, because I am really getting sick and tire of all your personal issues. I repeat “sick and tire of it” So stop bothering me with your personal issues, I have been listening to this shit for three years and this is what I get in return. You know what, I am the bad guy. Great, this is just great. Tell you what, don’t ever talk to me, don’t ever look at me, in fact you know what? I do not ever want to see your face again. You hear that? “Never again”

Ezzy: He is a…well…I mean…

Philip: What, get to the point would you? Yeah, I heard it all before, “You love him and you can not leave him” yeah I heard it about a million times already. You cannot leave him despise the fact he physically and emotionally abuse you on a daily basis. I heard it all before. God dame it! I don’t know what is the problem with you? What the hell happened to that Ezzy we once know? I mean hello? Are you still alive inside and what the fuck are you doing with the little punk any way?

Ezzy: He makes me feel special.

Philip: Yeah, I heard this entire deal before. He makes you fell special. He told you “You are beautiful”. He said he cares about you. Well, if that little punk really gives a dame about you, he is surly doing one a hell of a good job showing it. I mean how many times, have you asked me to pick you up from the hospital this month, three times? What about last month, four times or maybe five?

Ezzy: Can you at least not be so loud? I don’t want the entire world know about me personal life.

Philip: And maybe it is time they do, why won’t you tell any body else about this jack shit, apart from me anyway? Do you parents know about this?

Ezzy: Please, Philip, you cannot tell them about it. Please.

Philip: Why not?

Ezzy: They might want me to leave him.

Philip: As if it is such a bad thing. Have you told any other of your friends about it? What about your best mate, April?

Ezzy: Can we just forget about this, please? Today is my birthday.

Philip: No, we cannot forget about it Ezzy, not today, not tomorrow, Ok? We are going to sort this out once and for all, right here, right now, because I am having more then enough of this shit, to last for more then one life time. Maybe it is time for you to start telling some of your other friends, about what is going on apart from me.

Ezzy: I told you about it, because I trust you.

Philip: And maybe, it is the problem. It is time to start letting other people know about it. Have you see that shrink, I told you to go and see?

Butch: You are not going to go and see that…

Philip: SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE PUNK. OR, I’LL KNOCK THE SHIT, OUT OF YOU. YOU HEAR THAT?

Butch: Why you…ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. I am sorry. I am sorry, please, let me go. Please, please, ouch, ouch.

Philip: You try to bash me up again and you will know, who is going to get bash up for real, do you understand?

Butch: yes, sir, I am sorry sir, I am sorry.

Philip: And give me that thing, what are you doing with that fruit knife anyway, ha? Trying to kill me with it, are you? I’ll hold on to that from now onwards, thank you very much.

Ezzy: Stop calling him a little punk.

Philip: Or what else do you want me to call him, the word little punk still over value him.

Ezzy: Stop calling him that.

Philip: Oh, you got a lot of guts do you? If you got so many guts, then why don’t you tell him what you are thinking? Why don’t you tell him, what you have told me? Why do you put up with every single shit he throws at you, ha?

Ezzy: I tried, but he gets angry.

Philip: So what, then dump him.

Ezzy: I can’t it is hard.

Philip: My god you are hopeless, so you are going to put up with any sort of shit that guy throws at you? Just in reminder, he is going to merry somebody else and keeps on seen you. Oh yes, I almost forgot. You have agreed to that, as well.

Ezzy: I don’t know how to leave him.

Philip: God, you are hopeless. You do know, once that happened, you are going to be lower grade from girl friend to mistress, right?

Ezzy: No, I won’t. I was there first

Philip: Look. I am going to give you this phone number. It is a psychological help line. They specialize in girls with problems like yours. Give them a call Ok? But up until then I am not going to be bother talking to you again, because personally I don’t see the point in talking to you any more. It is more like talking to a fucket brick wall. I can’t really be bothered to give a dame anymore. You hurt me deep Ezzy. I have been there for you for the past three years, despite the fact I didn't really want to have anything to do with it and today this is what I got in return. I am made into the bad guy. Despite the fact, that jerk you are going out with, tried to chop me into pieces and just in reminder, he just bump into us, because he have been spending the night screwing with some slut in the city.

Ezzy: I cannot help the way I feel.

Philip: Go and get some help. They will help you to work things out, but up until then, I am not going to be bothered talking to you again.

Ezzy: OK

Philip: You got any money?

Ezzy: No

Philip: Here is three dollars, catch a train home if you are afraid that little punk of yours is going to bash you up in the car. Good by. Anyway, my girlfriend is on the phone. I am getting the hell out of here

Short film script: Summer Rain

Short film script: Summer Rain

 

Written by Jui-Wei Yang

1. EXT. LONDON. AFTERNOON TWENTY NINTH’S OF JUNE 1916.
One camera shot of London, from the sky. There are plenty of streets. The building lined up on both side. On the streets, there were slight shadows of people, with there everyday doings. There are horse carriages, with people riding them to places. In the background, faded sound of bomb shells exploding repeated itself constantly and apart from that, it was all quiet.

2. EXT. BEHIND THE BRITISH LINE, ON THE WESTERN FRONT. DAY TIME THIRTY’S OF JUNE 1916.

The giant gun was aimed steeply against the sky. The Soldiers loaded a bomb shell into the giant gun and let it fire into the sky. The giant gun of the cannon push itself backwards furiously, by the force of the bomb it shot, but the cannon refuse to move backwards and the big gun move back into it’s place. An empty case felled out from the back of the cannon. The soldiers loaded another one and repeated the same pattern.

3. EXT. ON THE NO MAN’S LAND OF THE WESTERN FRONT. FIRST OF JULY 1916, SEVEN TWENTY EIGHT IN THE MORNING

The artillery shell continues to fire upon the German line, it created very little damage towards the German trenches. The bar wires was horribly tangled, almost impossible to cross. The ground of no man’s land was turned into a great mud pit, by the exploding shells and rain.

All in a sudden, it all gone quiet, it was so quiet you could even hear the sound of a whisper. Subtitle appeared on the bottom of the screen. “1916 Battle of the Somme”


4. EXT. IN A BRITISH TRENCH OF THE FIRST WORLD WAR. FIRST OF JULY 1916, HALF PASS SEVEN IN THE MORNING
It was all quiet; the sounds of the individual soldiers breathing could be heard. The camera focus onto the ground of the trench floor, a river of urine mixed with mudded rain waters and garbage water ran parallel, with the front line trench.

The next shot focused on a very big rat, sniffing around within the trench and then climb into the hole, it have dug into, the trench wall.

After that, the shot focus onto David, standing amount his fellow comrades. The sound of a whistle filled the air. The soldiers started to clime of out their trenches and onto the front.

5. EXT. IN A GERMAN TRENCH OF THE FIRST WORLD WAR. FIRST OF JULY 1916, HALF PASS SEVEN IN THE MORNING
A German soldier clime out of his concreted trench and set up his machine gun. Ahead of him, the British were struggling to charge against them. No man’s land was a giant mud pit. It was impossible to cross. Some of the British troops was been tangled into the German or British barbwires, some were been shot or killed by enemy fires, others are still charging.

The German soldier open fired with the machine gun. There was no need to aim, the British was everywhere. A whole line of British soldier fall down, as they were been shot by his machine gun.

6. EXT.ON THE NO MAN’S LAND OF THE WESTERN FRONT. FIRST OF JULY 1916, TWENTY TO EIGHT IN THE MORNING
David charged towards the German trench. A line of machine gun bullet shot across David’s chest. The force pushed him behind for a several times until he fell to the ground. It was far too painful for David to even scream. He just lied there silently and lifeless.

Lieutenant (O/S)
(Fainted shout)
Hold on, David

Sound of a stream of machine gun from behind.

Lieutenant (O/S)
(Fainted shout) Watch out!!!

The sound of gun shot and Machine gun firing in the back ground

Soldier One (O/S)
(Fainted Shout) Watch Out!!!

The sound of even more cross fire, then all the sounds on the battle field disappeared. The camera aimed at David’s face, facing towards the sky with not expression at all.

FADE IN SLOWLY.

7. INT. IN DAVID’S MEMORY, IN THE HOUSE OF A WEALTHY MAN, AT LONDON. 1911 AFTERNOON
David and a middle age man seem to be having a conversation. There was no sound, but through their expression the conversation seems to be delightful and they were laughing and joking in the same time. The middle age man was sitting on the couch on the left side of the room, while David sat on the chair on the right hand side of the room. It was suppose to be a big bright yellow room, but the image was rather dark, almost black and white. At the end of the room, there was a wooden door, leading towards the next room. The image of the floor was blurry.

The next camera shot was blurry, but brighten up a little bit, it aimed at Amali coming into the room. She was wearing a white dress, beautifully decorated by red and purple pattern. She was a beautiful girl, age from her late teens to early twenties.

The camera was shot from David’s eye view. David stood up and Amali was facing him. Beside him, David saw the faded shadow of the middle age man.

Amali’s mother (S/O)
This is my daughter, Amali.

Amali smiled shyly.

8. EXT. DAVID’S MOMORY LONDON STREET. LATE AT NIGHT 1911
It was late at night. The street was quiet, Amali and David walked out of, one of the few restaurants that are still open. The camera was aimed at the door way out side the restaurant. David and Amali walked out of it, still laughing. They were still very well dressed. David was in his former gentlemen cloth while, Amali was wearing a purple dress. Amali’s hair was still tied up in a ball behind her, but it was a little disorganized.

Inside the restaurant, the light was been turned off. A shop keeper was closing the restaurant down for that day.

FADE IN FROM THE RIGHT

9. EXT. DAVID’S MEMORY LONDON STREET. LATE AT NIGHT 1911
David was throwing up the bad food he had eaten, by the side of the street. Amali stood next to him. The image was a little bit blurry. The back ground was missing and replaced by grayness.

David stops throwing up and return to full height.

Amali
Are you feeling…?

Amali suddenly stopped to throw up, totally unpredictable.

David
Are you alright now?

Amali nodded her head

Amali
(Said under her voice)
yeah

All in a sudden, a bucket of water pour down from above and then onto Amali. Amali stood there stunt, she was soak from head to toe.

At the same time, the back ground of the neighborhood all in a sudden become clear in David’s memory. The grayness was replaced by a line of town houses that look identical to one and another. They were all two storage buildings.

Another bucket of water fell down from the sky. This time it soaked David from head to toe.

David and Amali looked at each other, instead of been angry, they were laughing. Then it started to rain and they laugh even more.

The next camera shot was shot from a distance, Amali and David walked away together in the rain. It was too far to tell what they were doing from where the camera was shooting.

FADE IN

10. INT. DAVID’S MOMORY DAVID’S WEALTHY UPPER CLASS HOME. 1912 AFTERNOON
David sat in his wealthy house, the Camera made a close up shot of him. The background of the memory was blurry, there was nothing but gray. He looked very tired and his eyes were red for not sleeping for days. He beard have grow slightly, from not shaving. He sat in the same position, with the expression of a broken man on his face. He lean one of his hand on his beautiful expensive looking table. On the table was a bottle of half drank whisky and there was a glass on the table, with a cup of half fill whisky. David sat in the exact same position without moving.

(V/O)
(Faded ghost like voice)
Your ship of cargo from China has sunk.

Judge (O/S)
(Faded ghost like voice)
David Anderson, you are now officially
declared to be broke.

(V/O)
(Faded ghost like voice)
You own them far too many pound…Your cargo
from China have sunk.

Judge (O/S)
(Faded ghost like voice)
David Anderson, you are now officially
declared to be broke.

(V/O)
(Faded ghost like voice)
You own them far too many pounds. You ship of
cargo from China have sunk.

Judge (O/S)
(Faded ghost like voice)
David Anderson, you are now officially
declared to be broke.

(V/O)
(Faded ghost like voice)
You own them far too many pounds.

Amali (O/S)
(Arguing)
I don’t care, I love him.

11. INT. DAVID’S MEMMORY WEALTHY UPPPER CLASS HOME. 1912 Afternoon
It was the same living room to scene seven. This time the wealthy middle class man stood on the left hand side of the room. Amali stood on the right hand side of the room. Amali’s mother stood in the middle.

Amali
(Arguing)
I don’t care, I love him.

The middle age man’s face was red from been angry with Amali.

Middle age man
(Angrily)
I don’t care if you love him! I am not going
to allow my daughter to be with that buster
and that is final!

Amali’s mother
(Sweetly)
Amali dear, why do you want to have anything
to do with him any way? He is not rich
anymore. Now, we should be looking for a man
on our status, shouldn’t we?

Amali
I don’t care mother.

Middle age man
(Serious tone)
Now, you listen to me Amali. I introduce you
with David, because back then he was one of
the wealthiest bachelors in London. Now, he
isn’t and I don’t want you or any other body
in this family to have anything with that poor
buster. I am your father, Amali and I forbid
you, do you understand? And that is final.

Amali frowned

Amali
Good by, father.

Amali ran out the front door of the house, which was opposite to the door that leads to the back rooms.

Middle age man
(Yelled)
Amali, you come back here right now, you hear
me?

Amali ignored Middle age man and continue running.

12. INT. DAVID’S WEALTHY UPPER CLASS HOME. 1912 AFTERNOON
It was the same room and scene as in scene ten. The gray backdrop was been replaced by a wall of book shelf with books in every single one of them. The floor was decorated by a red carpet with classy looking pattern. All of the furniture looked very expensive. David was sitting in the same position as scene ten with a bottle of almost empty whisky on the table and an almost empty glass. Amali walked in from behind.

David
(Coldly, with out turning around)
What are you doing here?

Amali stopped and stood behind David

Amali
I heard what happened to you cargo.

David
So what? You come here to mock me as well? I
have enough of that for one day.

Amali stood there silently.

David
I thought your father doesn’t allow for you to
see me.

David took another sip of whisky

Amali
He doesn’t, but I come anyway.

David
You should go home. Your father will be angry.

Amali
I don’t care about what he thinks.

David
Well, you should, now get lost.

David refills his empty glass with whisky and took another sip. Amali move forward to stand in front of David

Amali
(Raise her voice a little bit)
Can you stop drinking that thing? How much of
those did you have?

David
(A little bit angry)
What of your business is it? Get lost?

Amali took a step back, a bit frighten. David calm down.

David
(Calmly)
I lost everything you should go now.

Amali
I don’t care.

David
You should.

13. EXT.ON THE NO MAN’S LAND OF THE WESTERN FRON FIRST OF JULY 1916, TWENTY FIVE TO EIGHT AND TWENTY SECOND IN THE MORNING
David lied on the Western Front, his eyes was powerless. Blood was leaking out of from his wounds and soaking his dirty uniform. David lied facing to the sky. His helmet has fallen off. There were no sounds in the background. Slowly and painfully he reaches for his pocket to grab something out.

David was breathing hard. The camera aimed at his hand taking a photo out of his pocket. Slowly and painfully, David pulled the photo towards him self, to look at it. The camera shot focused onto the black and white photo of Amali. The photo was blooded.

14. EXT. ON THE STREET. 1913 MORNING
David ran down the street. He reached a big white house that was two storages tall.

Outside the house there were a gardener and a few other servants, in their uniform. David ran towards the big house. The servants stop to block him at the door way. David tried to push his way through them

David
No, I come to see Amali

Servant 1
(Shout)
Get away!

David
(Quickly explain)
No, I got the job

Servant 2
(Shout)
Get Lost!

Middle age man came out of the house

Middle age Man
(Shouted angrily)
What are you doing here?

Run forward to brush David off.

David
No, I got the job, I got the job.

Middle age Man
(Shouted angrily)
Get off my property, you buster!

David gave up turn around and ran towards his next destination.

15. EXT/INT.WORKING CLASS APARTMENT 1913 MORNING
David ran into the working class house. Inside the room, was an old man reading newspaper. On the table in front of him, was a slice of bread with butter and a big black finger mark on it. Right behind it, was a kitchen, it had a pile of dishes upon it and it was difficult to see the table’s surface. Amali was sitting on chair opposite to the old man.

David
(Said to Amali excitedly)
I got the job, I got the job. I’ll soon be a
rich man again.

Amali were just as excited as David was.

16. INT. THE DINGING ROOM OF A WEALTHY HOME, 1914 NIGHT
David, Amali, the middle age man, Amali’s mother and a whole lot of guest, sat around the long dinning table. Standing behind them were maids, dressed in their uniform. The room was huge. The dinning room table was long and rectangular, with one chair on each of the shorter sides and six chairs on the longer sides. The furniture and decoration of the room looked very classy. The middle age man and Amali’s mother each took one of the shorter sides. David and Amali sat next to each other on the table. Above the table, there were expansive food and wine. Everyone in that party was very well dressed. There was one young man that was in military uniform. Middle age man stood up from his chair to make a toast.

Middle age man
Ok, firstly I want to thank every one for
coming here. As for all of you can see, the
war have finally been declare. As you can see,
Philip, there have already joined up. The war
will be short and glorious, Philip.

Middle age man nodded and smile to the young man in military uniform. The young man in military uniform smile and nodded in reply.

Middle age man
And one other thing, I would like introduce
you to my daughter Amali and my soon to be son
in law, which is one of the most successful
stockbrokers in London, David. So, to the
king, to Britain and to the happy couple.

Middle age man raise his glasses, everybody else followed

Guests
To the king, to Britain and to the happy
couple

17. INT/EXT. MIDDLE AGE MAN’S FACTORY 1915 AFTERNOON
Amali was working in the middle age man’s factory. Nearly half of the people working in the factory are women. They were doing the heavy factory work.

David walks to the entrance of the factory. Amali saw David coming. She quickly wipe the black patrol oil away from her hands and tidy up her hair a little, then she ran out to greed him. David had a more serious expression on his face.

David
I just got recruited to war.

Amali
What?

David
I got recruited. They send me the letter
yesterday.

Amali stood there for a second, for a minute she looks as if, she was about to cry.

David
Hey, everything is going to be fine, alright?

Amali
(Almost crying)
Have you heard of the casualty
rate up on the front? What if you…

David
Hey, I’ll come back, OK? And when I do, you
will be the most beautiful bride in the world.
OK?

Amali smiled a little bit.

Amali
Ok

The Camera shot aimed at Amali’s face. David’s hand touch Amali’s face to wipe away a drop o tears on the side of her cheek. Amali smiled

18. EXT.ON THE NO MAN’S LAND OF THE WESTERN FRON FIRST OF JULY 1916, TWENTY FIVE TO EIGHT AND TWENTY SECOND IN THE MORNING
David was still lying there on the front. The camera aimed at the photo of Amali which David was looking at. The camera aimed at David’s hand holding and then photo dropping to the ground lifelessly.

The next camera shot aimed from David’s eye point of view. At first, it was within his dead body on the western front. Then it started to float towards the sky, horizontally.

The camera which was from David’s eye view turned around to look at the ground. On the ground was David’s dead body, lying there dirty and lifelessly on the western front. In the background there were still the sounds of people fighting.

19. EXT. AMALI’S BED ROOM 1918 MORNING
Amali was writing a letter in her bed room. She sat by a small wooden table next to her bed. She smiled when she wrote the letter. Amali’s sister entered the room. She was slightly younger than Amali, but has the same gorgeous charm, her sister have

Amali’s sister
What are you doing?

Amali
(Happily)
Sending a card to, David.

Amali finished writing the letter she smiled as she looked at her finished product.

Amali’s sister
You know, it has been nearly two years since
you heard from him.

Amali
(Softly)
He’ll be back.

Amali’s sister
I don’t think he will be.

Amali
(Softly)
He’ll be back

Amali walked away from the table, trying to fighting back a drop of tear. Amali’s sister walked out of the room. Amali tried to fight back the tears for a few more second, until she it finally busted out like flame and she lied there, crying beside her bed.

The camera shot slowly move away from Amali and onto the small table where Amali was writing her card and than zoom into a close up to the card. Upon the card was a picture of a young woman holding flowers in her hand. The other half was empty. Upon the empty half wrote a line of words.

“You are the only boy, I ever love. “Love Amali”