Sunday, 21 August 2016

What Happened Last Night...

It was weird and scary, basically.

Every Saturday night, well, almost every Saturday night, when I go to bed and outside my window I could hear faint sounds of partying. And people's voices. Though it wasn't clear, I know they were talking. Or at least shouting, as I could hear them. Late at night, the sky filled with (drunken) sentences of cheer and enjoyment, and some banter from people to people.

But this Saturday, it was different.

I was on the netbook past midnight, searching some stuff. At around 12:15am to 12:20am I searched something about "new sports in barcelona olympics" because I was in the mood of trying to finish my Social Studies stuff about the Olympic Games, and the different cities that hosted the Games in different years. Switching through tabs, I was listening to music and planning some stuff to blog later on. Today I Learned was going to start again after I failed to start it in Week One, then with the work from school I delayed it even more...

And then bang. The first shot. I felt startled. Thoughts ran through my mind. Is that a firework? That's a weird firework sound. It's too loud to be a firework. Too rough. It doesn't resemble a rocket going in the sky. Could it be...

Oh, no...don't say it's true...is it really a...

Gunshot. It sounded like a gunshot. But, wait, really? A gunshot in Panmure? How could this be? Immediately, there was yelling by a man-like voice yelling and cursing all over the place. His voice was REALLY loud. As I type this down, I still can't believe I could hear him I called to Mum and Dad and the following is close to what I actually said because it's hard to remember:

"Mum, Dad. Did you hear that? Sounded like a gunshot..."
"Thought it was a firecracker." Dad said from the bedroom where he was lying with Mum.
"It's a gunshot. There's someone yelling..." I replied to Dad, and no one talked. Only the sound of the man yelling and probably some other voices filling and killing the silence. Dad and Mum stood up and looked out the window. I walked a bit quicker, looking at the clock. I couldn't tell, but it was almost 12:20am. Probably 12:18am, but I wasn't sure. I was worried that someone could've been killed from that gunshot. I opened a window in the sitting room (or living room) and-

BANG!

BANG! BANG!

Then a shattering sound.

Oh, no, not again. Dad became more worried and called me to go to my room because, well, the lights in our home were still on because I was the only one downstairs, so I needed the lights on, you know? I shut the window as Dad called me again and so I ran upstairs and into my room. My window was open and, once again, I hear yelling. But not the good kind of yelling this time. People yelling and screaming and shrieking outside on the streets. Mum knocked on the door and asked me if I locked everything. I went downstairs once again, but not with the lights on, to check everything. I ran back up, puffing a little, and Mum told me to not open the door if anyone knocked. This was truly weird. In the last six years of living in Panmure, I've never heard a gunshot late at night. And it really was late. Past midnight.

Lying in bed, I heard helicopters flying by, above Panmure, accompanied by the barking of police dogs. Just so weird, reader, so weird. Really weird. I hadn't heard anything like it. I looked out of my window one more time to see what was happening at that moment and saw a line of police officers walking along Tripoli Road. So many police officers. And so much barking...from the police dogs, as the minutes passed.

The next morning, and I woke up quite early for a Sunday morning (around 8:30am), and I went to the netbook to see what was on the Herald. And wow, wouldn't you know it, reader, the shooting event is one of the stories. I watched a video of the aftermath, with police cars filling up the road, and people navigating their way through the sunken dream of the party that was once alive, shot down by a gunshot. And also some of the police dogs walking by Kay Road.

It was weird and scary, basically.

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Saturday, 6 August 2016

HOSTAGE - Chapters 12-18

We're continuing the Hostage summary posts....but anyway...

Chapter 12. Back in the interview room. Obviously, Tully didn’t have any interest and wasn’t in any relationship with Griffin.

Moving on....

Chapter 13 talked about the first time Tully saw Griffin - outside the office talking about the school fees. Chapter 14, now, and Tully walked to Ravel’s schoolies party. Nathan was probably there, with a girl named Desi, who Tully didn’t really like as the book inferred. While having a chat with Desi about Nathan about taking her instead of Tully, some relationship rumour, people moaning about exams, I found out Tully had turned 17 in August. I also learned that Desi could be a bit...naive, in some ways, in Tully’s eyes. After more talking with Desi, Tully then dived into the crowd wave to find Ravel. She was in the kitchen. Upon finding her, Tully is told by Ravel to get out. Because, Tully wasn’t invited. You know, reader, Ravel could’ve just said that out in the open to Tully back in the gym change room instead of complicating the message and not making it all a hint. But, luckily, she didn’t, or else she’d be even more angry at Tully for coming. Ravel called her boyfriend, Lucas, to take Tully out of the party. But, Tully, flipped the table by changing the context, making it look like Ravel was introducing Lucas to Tully. Smart. She moved away to a dark room where there was music playing. She then got bumped into by Griffin  as he surfed through the crowd. It was the last time she would see him until Christmas Eve…

Chapter 15 saw Tully back in the interview room, where one of the interviewers, Constable Tognetti, asked about Griffin. Tully stated that he was just ‘some guy’. Chapter 16 took us back to the car on Christmas Eve, where Tully realized it was Griffin who was driving. It turned out that, while chatting, she knew a lot about Griffin. And, if things weren’t thriller-like yet (even though we’re at Chapter 15, so it’s probably already thriller-like from the crime Griffin’s done which was abducting Tully), Griffin knew a lot about Tully…

Whaaat...pretty weird, but the story moved on. Tully noticed that Griffin was driving to Deer Park, where she used to live. Chapter 17 was where Tully said that Griffin didn’t really have a plan on where he was going while he abducted her. Moving onto Chapter 18, Tully talked about like in Deer Park. She talked about living with her mother, and living next door to these two ladies who:

  • Lived together.
  • Were probably sisters from their last name: De Angelo.
  • Wore black dresses with tight-fitting cardigans while they went for walks
  • Grew vegetables and offered Tully’s mother, but were rejected, but then gave peas or beans to Tully after they found her eating some from their garden.
  • Had a dog named Enricho and a cat named Fuego. They were kinda cute as Tully described them, but she described them in a good way because they died a long time ago, and were professionally stuffed so they would look nice...yeah, that made me feel both sad and shocked when I read that the first time. I mean, it REALLY got me when I didn’t expect it, just like Tully when she didn’t expect Griffin taking her.
  • Had no other family.
  • Had pictures of other people’s families hung up on their walls.
  • Had Christmas dinner with Tully and her mother on the year they lived there.
  • Made Tully and her mother pose for a photo before Tully and her mother moved away.

But, yeah. Tully knew Deer Park, and not much had changed, according to Tully, as she looked outside the car. Griffin pulled over near a chemist, where Tully wanted to get the stuff for Griffin with his script. But this failed when Griffin realized there was a police station nearby. Instead, Griffin got out and told Tully to stay in the car.

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

Happy 38th Birthday Mum...

Happy Birthday, Mum!

38 years since you arrived on this planet.

Just like a diamond, you shine bright, Mum.

You and Dad have given me the knowledge that I needed for college (a bit of a rhyme, and though it's not mine, it's still true). The love of a mother is one of the best gifts in life. You've taught me many things, encouraged me to do my best in my studies, and strived to succeed to help the family. You've given and taught us love and laughter. Seriously, things would never be the same without you, Mum. Don't forget that. 

Love-ooohh!