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Breaking Bad - Waffle White (video unlisted)

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Breaking Bad - Waffle White (video unlisted)

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https://youtu.be/GdLq2uJbiwo

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Breaking Bad - Waffle White (LUE3001 Coursework 5: Dramatic Adaptation)

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https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/16FvFZHPnIuGW2kc5w6QcyCQ9vbeuSqMjsTmrFnqe3uo/edit?usp=drivesdk

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4. What was the very best or worst moment of your childhood?

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4. What was the very best or worst moment of your childhood?

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I was studying for my upcoming Monday's finals. My phone kept buzzing but I had a lot to study as I spent the last few days playing music. I would usually either turn my phone off or turn on the “Do Not Disturb” mode. Because it kept buzzing, I decided to take a look. It’s Emily, a cross-cultural programme manager at Lingnan University. She’s asking me to join a band to play for the coming Yuanxiao Festival. Anybody who knows me would know I had said yes.

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Litotes
A: He is definitely not an Einstein.
B: Of course. I wouldn't mistake him for a professor.

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Me: I'm getting so late that chimpanzees would have evolved into humans. Where is my bag?
Roommate: Your bag must be lost in a maze because I can't seem to find it.

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The cold gets busy in a busy HK city.

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My guitar strings are old man's vocal chords.

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I played cricket like a chimpanzee learning to drive.

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We imagine songwriters to be some creative geniuses. But among the successful musicians, there are those that are strumming and humming from day to night and night to day. Just so they could finish a song that is a success. I get myself into their shoes and I’m seeing myself strumming to a song. A rest for me but stress for neighbors. Out the window, I see the sea, so I go to see.

I get into a hut with a floor that is flooded. I see a window that makes me mellow so I go there and sit. Melody flowing to me like the waves of the sea toward my feet. It’s calm and slow, but the taste is low. Out the window, goes the intro.

Strumming, strumming and strumming. Writing, writing and rewriting. Hoping to come by an intro that speaks the story of a man riding a horse while drinking whiskey and thinking who is he as it is also the story of me. He chose horses but I chose verses. I crossed my fingers and record my intro as my verses need some nurses.

Energy decreasing, healing with rum to sum up the song. I remind myself that Rock n Roll is like a song going to war and just like that, I got my verses. The lyrics are cursed but rhyming the verse so moving onto making the chorus. Now getting back home to restore myself.

Not feeling the sun. Check out the window, I see the info. It’s the sun napping and the moon unwrapping. As the moon gets brighter, the waves get stronger, I strum even harder and sing even louder to change the rhythm the wave is creating.

Finished with the chorus, I’ll send it to the label. Wait! No solo is hollow. I grab my pick to create something sick. Is the room getting brighter? The time committing a crime because it is stealing my night. I quickly drink another bottle of rum so I can hum the solo to sum up the song.

Hey! It's not rum! It's whiskey! I need the key to who did this!

Getting tipsy, stopping whiskey. The rhythm of my heartbeat now functioning as the drumbeats. It’s true that the name is Saif but when smashed, will think I’m Slash. Playing the solo, still feeling so hollow. So I close my eyes. I'm in the Hall of Fame and all I hear is my name being famed. Seeing them singing along to the song by Saif. So, it’s safe to say that the song is great.

Awaken in the morning but felt so evening. Today is workday! I need to get paid! So I roleplay. By replaying my best days when my wage raised. I wasted yesterday! On the train, feeling drained so I replayed my recording to know I'm sane. Hearing how I played just made me faint as calling it song would be just too wrong.

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Topic: A failed rockstar

Strumming and humming from day to night and night to day. A rest for me but stress for neighbors. Out the window, I see the sea, so I go to see. Hey! Look over there, an empty hut so let's strum there. Melody flowing to me like the waves of sea toward my feet. It’s calm and slow, but the taste is low. Out the window, goes the intro.

Strumming, strumming and strumming. Writing, writing and rewriting. Hoping to come by an intro that speaks the story of a man riding a horse while drinking whiskey and thinking who is he. Recording the intro and jumping to verse. Energy decreasing, healing with rum to sum up the song. I tell the sea the story of me so it can speak to the universe it sees and just like that, the universe hears the verse. The lyrics are cursed but rhyming the verse so moving onto making the chorus and getting back home to restore us.

Not feeling the sun. Check out the window, I see the info. It’s the sun napping and the moon unwrapping. As the moon gets brighter, the waves get stronger, so I strum even harder and sing even louder. Finished with the chorus, so begins the solo. Wait! Is it getting brighter? The time committing a crime because it is stealing my night. I quickly drink another bottle of rum so I can hum the solo to sum up the song.

Hey! It's not rum! It's whiskey! Who did this?!
Getting tipsy, stopping whiskey. The rhythm of my heartbeat now functioning as the drumbeats. It’s true that the name is Saif but when smashed, will think I’m Slash. Playing the solo as if in the Hall of Fame. Liking the solo but feeling so over. Replaying the song in the Hall of Fame. Hearing the fans sing the song by Saif. So, it’s safe to say that the song is great.

Awaken in the morning but felt so evening. Today is workday! I need to get paid! So I roleplay. By replaying my best days when my wage raised. I miss the old days! On the train, feeling drained. Replayed my recording to know I'm sane. Hearing how I played just made me faint as calling it song would be just too wrong.

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I'm Ali, and I'm all about AI and software engineering (Chief Engineer is one of the aims), music, and the thrill of the open road on my motorcycle. Evenings at home call for some delicious grub and a good sitcom to sink my teeth into, but on the weekends, I hit the trails to tackle the great outdoors. I'm lucky enough to live near Lion Rock, so you'll often find me exploring there. When I'm not occupied with coding or hitting the highway, I channel my inner artist with 3D animation, writing stories, sculpture, and dance, specifically the Southern African ballroom dance known as Sokkie - it's my jam! I even picked up sketching lately to keep my creative juices flowing - gotta keep that mind sharp, you know?

Sokkie (Vas Dans): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dzNtN-UrkZc

This summer, I'm determined to whip my body into shape even though it's odd as it's the "show-off season" but in the winter, I was working full-time and also studying full-time so had very little time to shape up. I'll also be hanging with my buds, playing board games, lollygagging at bars (not really a drinker, but sometimes I indulge), partying it up, joining a dance team, and diving into Nintendo Switch video games but the most important quest is to finish my dream project, which I'll be keeping secret till it's the time for it to shine. Let's make it a summer to remember!

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One evening, James decided to visit the rural side of Japan to meet one of his old friend. He told his wife a lie that he’ll be gone for business purpose. Having lived in Japan for 3 years, James knew the Japanese culture quite well. The village James decided to visit is Yokota. While driving to Yokota late evening, he heard a cat meowing in the backseat. Not ever having owned a cat before, upon hearing the cat meow, he felt as if he had rats in his stomach.

He stopped in the next gas station and decided to set the cat free into the forest. Since he was already at the gas station, he filled up the car tank to it’s fullest. Smelling the sweet gasoline always brings a smile to him. In high school, James was into Formula 1.

“Aye, is it James?” a stranger shouts to James in the gas station.

Feeling nervous in a unfamiliar gas station, James asked “Yeah. How do you know my name?”.

Seeing the stranger walk to him started causing him panic. Seeing his big strong arms was making James wonder if he worked out everyday in gym, would he become like the stranger. James thinking to run away like that road runner character from Looney Tunes but then decided to stay still as he need to overcome his fear.

“I’m your college roommate, doofus!” says the stranger in a sarcastic tone.

James actually never had a college roommate. In fact, James has never been to college. Whether to run or to stay is up to him. Running away could make him appear weak and nervous which is dangerous but staying could end his life.

“I still have a video of you throwing up in that party, mate.” laughs the stranger. The stranger is showing video to James. It looks like a college party. Someone is vomiting and holy cow, it is James.

How is that even possible? James thinking.

Ignoring the stranger, James gets back into his car.

“You alright mate? You haven’t said a word.” says the stranger politely. James keeps staring at him. Trying to recall his old memories. However, he is nowhere to be seen. It is as if the hard drive has been reformatted.

James decides to say something. “ah.. I don’t remember a thing.”

Laughs the stranger “Alright with the pranks, man. You never changed. Just like the good ol' days! Listen, I gotta go see someone. Catch up with you later.” The stranger gives a contact card to James.

On the next day, James woke up early in the morning in a motel he slept in. He just couldn’t stop thinking about last night. The cat and the stranger freaked him out. He decided to have a check with a psychiatrist next month and not to worry about any of this now.

James hoped into the warm shower. Feeling the warm water dropping on his back and feeling the stress sliding away. He noticed a scar on his abdomen area. The scar wasn't here last night. On his way out of the shower to check the mark on the mirror, James noticed a small drop of red liquid on the sink. He brushed his teeth last night so the sink should have been clean.

Could it be blood? James thinking. Could his organs been harvested? Going back to the bedroom to check what the contact card said. Except, he couldn’t find it. Where is it? Confused James thinking. Could the video be fake? Was it created with technologies like Deepfake? Who knows?! Maybe the card even contained a tracking device..

James went to the lobby of the motel for help. And it’s empty! Where’s the damn owner?! Are they all part of the crime?

Finally, James set down on the ground. “It’s gone.. It’s just.. gone. I simply lost it.”

He reported the crime to the police but in a remote motel and gas station with no cameras, there’s very little the police department could do. He decided to head back home as he was no longer in his mood.

*Phone rings

It’s a private call.

“Who is this?” says James.

“Heard you were coming to visit me?”

“I decided the kidney as my gift” laughs the caller.

And the call ends.

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Micheal was very tired and slept like an indoor cat, which was unusual for him. He normally would go to gym in the early morning but he slept through his alarm.

His best friend James was looking into his old scar under his left eye caused by his ex-girlfriend in high school. James said to Micheal "Hey! The scar looks to be fading.".

He felt his eyes were heavy.

His perfect weekend caused him to get late for his first class of Creative Writing today.