After 13 weeks, after many posts. I come to the end. Not pretty, but necessary.
I have to say goodbye now. And maybe I'd come back. And maybe not.
But the LEGO world awaits you.
posted by unusual_suspect @ 3:42 PM
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Friday, January 20, 2006
Well That's It, I Guess
After 13 weeks, after many posts. I come to the end. Not pretty, but necessary.
I have to say goodbye now. And maybe I'd come back. And maybe not.
But the LEGO world awaits you.
After 13 weeks, after many posts. I come to the end. Not pretty, but necessary.
I have to say goodbye now. And maybe I'd come back. And maybe not.
But the LEGO world awaits you.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Just Saying Sorry, no more no less
You're right. I have been avoiding you. It's not because I hate you and certainly not because I stop trusting you.
It is out of shame that I dare not rear my head. "Please, stop it" You might say.
But what can I say... I am truly ashamed.
Knowing us together for a long time. Though distance part us, but certainly not feelings. It is you who must be commended. It is you who must be exalted. For you have gone through all my bullshit, and still you miss me.
I screamed ignorance and 'sticks and stones' still you stayed there like rock.
All the time you have said 'let it out', I went all the way. And, of course, still you'd be waiting for my next phone call.
You stayed there like a rock. Certainly someone I can depend on. Certainly something you want.
Though, now I must admit, if I have any bit of dignity, I hold it with me and try not to show
You're right. I have been avoiding you. It's not because I hate you and certainly not because I stop trusting you.
It is out of shame that I dare not rear my head. "Please, stop it" You might say.
But what can I say... I am truly ashamed.
Knowing us together for a long time. Though distance part us, but certainly not feelings. It is you who must be commended. It is you who must be exalted. For you have gone through all my bullshit, and still you miss me.
I screamed ignorance and 'sticks and stones' still you stayed there like rock.
All the time you have said 'let it out', I went all the way. And, of course, still you'd be waiting for my next phone call.
You stayed there like a rock. Certainly someone I can depend on. Certainly something you want.
Though, now I must admit, if I have any bit of dignity, I hold it with me and try not to show
posted by unusual_suspect @ 6:05 PM
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Saturday, December 17, 2005
Around the year 2000 something big took place in Indonesia. Film happened. Film fever. Some argued that it didn't happen then and Indonesia's film industries did not die. But the fact of the matter, everybody became interested during that time.
And for all film-making enthusiast... perfect timing, eh?
posted by unusual_suspect @ 1:31 PM
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Monday, December 12, 2005
Sutra and Satiri: stars and kins
Long, long ago... in a land devoted to the heavens, the people stood in awe by the lights in the sky at night. They called it dancing-dusts because those tiny white flickering objects are always moving from time to time. And some... some just falls from the sky. From this the people told stories of the inhabitants of heaven and earth. The final resting place for these people in the sky... from humans becoming dusts. Dancing dusts.
But there is one story that stood out for these people. The twin stars. There are many... but all come from one twin stars: Sutra and Satiri.
Long ago. Longer...
There was a kingdom called Hallbalah. It was led a very beautiful queen. A just queen. All the people knew no evil... knew no struggle.
All is well.
In the villages lived simple people. They were farmers, they were fishers, they were blacksmiths... but for the Queen, they were all her people. Welcomed anytime in the palace. But one boy was different from the rest. This the Queen did not know. The boy was not a trouble maker, was not a hero, and was not a prince. The boy was just a simple, ordinary, plain stableboy.
But what was extraordinary... was this boy's love, his love for the Queen's daughter, Princess Satiri.
One whole millenium has passed, peace certainly cannot live without hate. That is why another kingdom grew just to hate Hallbalah. The sole purpose of this new kingdom is to destroy the Queen and take Princess Satiri as its Maiden, thus proclaiming power to all the lands Hallbalah governed.
War grew and passed. Hallbalah crumbled, the Queen died, Princess Satiri disappeared, and the stableboy... he woke up in the middle of the ruins of the palace. Were it not for his shyness, he would've been a knight. But a knight he is, inside him... and because of the knight, he saved Princess Satiri. He saved her, he took her and led her to a runaway carriage. Poor stableboy, the fire and smoke coverted his face. The Princess knew not of this boy. Were it not for his shyness... the stableboy would be king by now.
So there is nothing left of Hallbalah. It turned into dusts.
Years passed quickly. But the love of the stableboy did not die. He knew the Princess was alive and well... somewhere. He looked and looked. There was nothing left in this earth of mankind. He grew sad and tired.
One day, after crossing the vast desert. He stumbled into a pile of stones. He dug the earth surrounding the stones and found out that it was the ruins of the old Hallbalah palace. He was back where it all started. But there is one thing he had not notice from the old times. The stones were covered with writing. The stones speak of wise men. Wise men who can be found at the end of the Fortuna Sea.
And so the stableboy sailed. A long journey this was. For all would be in vain he felt. Because all this he has done for the Princess, but the Princess does not even know him. A silent lover he felt. But it does not matter as long as he has a chance to see Princess Satiri once more. If only the Queen knew him in the old days. He might have saved Hallbalah from war just by his love. Were it not for his shyness he might have been king.
The jouney came to an end. The silent seas gave way. Now the silent world awaits him. Nothing to find in these lands just the wise men. The stableboy finally found them, inside a rock. The Rock of Harvest they called it because every once in a quarter moon, the wise men harvested grain to eat from the rock.
The stableboy asked about the Princess. Dead... the wise men said. Dead long ago.
The stableboy was very sad to hear this. Not only his love goes unnoticed but his love goes nowhere in that moment. But wait, one of the wise men said. You still have hope in reuniting your love, the other said. The last man talked of a staircase at the end of the seen horizon. The stairs appears when the moon hides in the clouds and the seas shrunk in size. There the stableboy can climb to the heavens in search of Princess Satiri.
And thus, the stableboy made his final journey to the heavens. There he found the Princess all alone. Though the souls of her people have also been imprinted as dancing-dusts, she was lef behind because she died the last. The stableboy, did not become king, did not rule any kingdom, but he found his love. And they had twins...
The twins also had twins who had twins as well, and so on... and after long, the heavens are filled with twin stars. The dancing-dusts.
This was the story of the binary stars. A solar system consisting of two stars. The people of long ago knew this fact without telescope or science. The people long ago knew this. But they were humble.
The knowledge of the universe remains a knowledge to them, not a means to an end.
Long, long ago... in a land devoted to the heavens, the people stood in awe by the lights in the sky at night. They called it dancing-dusts because those tiny white flickering objects are always moving from time to time. And some... some just falls from the sky. From this the people told stories of the inhabitants of heaven and earth. The final resting place for these people in the sky... from humans becoming dusts. Dancing dusts.
But there is one story that stood out for these people. The twin stars. There are many... but all come from one twin stars: Sutra and Satiri.
Long ago. Longer...
There was a kingdom called Hallbalah. It was led a very beautiful queen. A just queen. All the people knew no evil... knew no struggle.
All is well.
In the villages lived simple people. They were farmers, they were fishers, they were blacksmiths... but for the Queen, they were all her people. Welcomed anytime in the palace. But one boy was different from the rest. This the Queen did not know. The boy was not a trouble maker, was not a hero, and was not a prince. The boy was just a simple, ordinary, plain stableboy.
But what was extraordinary... was this boy's love, his love for the Queen's daughter, Princess Satiri.
One whole millenium has passed, peace certainly cannot live without hate. That is why another kingdom grew just to hate Hallbalah. The sole purpose of this new kingdom is to destroy the Queen and take Princess Satiri as its Maiden, thus proclaiming power to all the lands Hallbalah governed.
War grew and passed. Hallbalah crumbled, the Queen died, Princess Satiri disappeared, and the stableboy... he woke up in the middle of the ruins of the palace. Were it not for his shyness, he would've been a knight. But a knight he is, inside him... and because of the knight, he saved Princess Satiri. He saved her, he took her and led her to a runaway carriage. Poor stableboy, the fire and smoke coverted his face. The Princess knew not of this boy. Were it not for his shyness... the stableboy would be king by now.
So there is nothing left of Hallbalah. It turned into dusts.
Years passed quickly. But the love of the stableboy did not die. He knew the Princess was alive and well... somewhere. He looked and looked. There was nothing left in this earth of mankind. He grew sad and tired.
One day, after crossing the vast desert. He stumbled into a pile of stones. He dug the earth surrounding the stones and found out that it was the ruins of the old Hallbalah palace. He was back where it all started. But there is one thing he had not notice from the old times. The stones were covered with writing. The stones speak of wise men. Wise men who can be found at the end of the Fortuna Sea.
And so the stableboy sailed. A long journey this was. For all would be in vain he felt. Because all this he has done for the Princess, but the Princess does not even know him. A silent lover he felt. But it does not matter as long as he has a chance to see Princess Satiri once more. If only the Queen knew him in the old days. He might have saved Hallbalah from war just by his love. Were it not for his shyness he might have been king.
The jouney came to an end. The silent seas gave way. Now the silent world awaits him. Nothing to find in these lands just the wise men. The stableboy finally found them, inside a rock. The Rock of Harvest they called it because every once in a quarter moon, the wise men harvested grain to eat from the rock.
The stableboy asked about the Princess. Dead... the wise men said. Dead long ago.
The stableboy was very sad to hear this. Not only his love goes unnoticed but his love goes nowhere in that moment. But wait, one of the wise men said. You still have hope in reuniting your love, the other said. The last man talked of a staircase at the end of the seen horizon. The stairs appears when the moon hides in the clouds and the seas shrunk in size. There the stableboy can climb to the heavens in search of Princess Satiri.
And thus, the stableboy made his final journey to the heavens. There he found the Princess all alone. Though the souls of her people have also been imprinted as dancing-dusts, she was lef behind because she died the last. The stableboy, did not become king, did not rule any kingdom, but he found his love. And they had twins...
The twins also had twins who had twins as well, and so on... and after long, the heavens are filled with twin stars. The dancing-dusts.
This was the story of the binary stars. A solar system consisting of two stars. The people of long ago knew this fact without telescope or science. The people long ago knew this. But they were humble.
The knowledge of the universe remains a knowledge to them, not a means to an end.
posted by unusual_suspect @ 7:14 PM
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Rico and Mas Andre
The two boys were sitting together in a department store waiting for their mother. It's the last week they will spend together, and yet no sign of remorse crossed between them. It's as if they have love for one another, an undying one, above all else is their fondness, even separated they'll feel no loss. The ability to let go. But it's not the case. Mas Andre just doesn't care about Rico. Together or not makes no difference.
The shoe section is propably the worst because that's where their mother spend more time looking at shoes than trying them on and get it over with. Rico, the smaller one a 7 and 10 months year old, tried to get Mas Andre to "go home". But Mas Andre, the 14 year old, knows better: Mama has the car keys... and so they wait.
But Rico feels agitated, this is how he feels when he has something hidden in his smile. What could it be, Mas Andre said. Countless times this happens but nothing comes up to mind. Whatever, he thought.
Finally Mama came, without shoes in the plastic bag, getting ready to go home. Rico was so happy. Sometimes that little boy can be so annoying Mas Andre said. Things would be a lot quiter, no baby cries, no shouting, no fighting with Rico... when Papa comes. Papa will take Mas Andre away that's for sure. It's what he's been waiting for.
Since, Papa and Mama split, nothing changed for Mas Andre. But after this week has finished, everything will.
Anyway, Mas Andre would want that. No harm in that.
At home, Mama unloaded the trunk. Plastic bags were scattered everywhere. Agh, Mas Andre hated when this happens, he's always the one asked to carry all the things just because Mama said that he is stronger than Rico. But not today though... Rico was so excited about something, he wanted to carry everything and not let Mas Andre have a peek of the contents of the plastic bags. Silly little boy, Mas Andre said. But, no harm in that.
In the living room, it was clear. It was now known what Rico is hiding. He got Mama to buy Mas Andre a star wars action figure, the one he always wanted.
And all this will be gone after this week.
The two boys were sitting together in a department store waiting for their mother. It's the last week they will spend together, and yet no sign of remorse crossed between them. It's as if they have love for one another, an undying one, above all else is their fondness, even separated they'll feel no loss. The ability to let go. But it's not the case. Mas Andre just doesn't care about Rico. Together or not makes no difference.
The shoe section is propably the worst because that's where their mother spend more time looking at shoes than trying them on and get it over with. Rico, the smaller one a 7 and 10 months year old, tried to get Mas Andre to "go home". But Mas Andre, the 14 year old, knows better: Mama has the car keys... and so they wait.
But Rico feels agitated, this is how he feels when he has something hidden in his smile. What could it be, Mas Andre said. Countless times this happens but nothing comes up to mind. Whatever, he thought.
Finally Mama came, without shoes in the plastic bag, getting ready to go home. Rico was so happy. Sometimes that little boy can be so annoying Mas Andre said. Things would be a lot quiter, no baby cries, no shouting, no fighting with Rico... when Papa comes. Papa will take Mas Andre away that's for sure. It's what he's been waiting for.
Since, Papa and Mama split, nothing changed for Mas Andre. But after this week has finished, everything will.
Anyway, Mas Andre would want that. No harm in that.
At home, Mama unloaded the trunk. Plastic bags were scattered everywhere. Agh, Mas Andre hated when this happens, he's always the one asked to carry all the things just because Mama said that he is stronger than Rico. But not today though... Rico was so excited about something, he wanted to carry everything and not let Mas Andre have a peek of the contents of the plastic bags. Silly little boy, Mas Andre said. But, no harm in that.
In the living room, it was clear. It was now known what Rico is hiding. He got Mama to buy Mas Andre a star wars action figure, the one he always wanted.
And all this will be gone after this week.
posted by unusual_suspect @ 4:12 PM
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In a Cafe
Good day to you all!!! Did you have a nice time in LEGO world?? Well, now turn your attention to the very importante blog you all have been waiting for!!!
It is CAFE BATAVIA...
Located just 10 minutes from Jalan Thamrin , Cafe Batavia stands as a majestic centerpiece to the tourist area that is Jakarta-Kota.
Since its highly publicised grand opening in 1993, the Cafe has hosted many fabulous parties and become a most popular venue of all kinds of special events. World leader and glamorous stars have attended events at the Cafe, many of which will still be talked about in years to come.
Yes, those are the words from a tiny brochure from the cafe itself, and it explains a lot doesn't it? So I don't need to write anything more...
Hehe, just kidding I know you all want to read more of my writings of very importante blogs.
Okay, let's get started.
First, the Cafe itself is not exactly 10 minutes from Jalan Thamrin, the boulevard in fornt of Bank Indonesia and Sarinah. Because of heavy traffic conditions, it may take you 20 to 30 minutes to get there. The main road in Kota is hell for cars... You drive and then stop, drive and then stop. A cyclical thing, really. Anyway, but if you take the Trans Jakarta or Busway you'll get there in no time. Just board the Sarinah stop, and it'll take you in..... 10 minutes!
But, you have to walk from Kota station to the cafe. You need to pass Fatahillah Museum, and then walk through the large square... and on the left side of your peripheral sight... there it is....
from the outside, it's nothing much. But once you step inside, your heart stops...
you have been transported to 1930ish era.
Cafe Batavia.
As I said, the first thing you'll notice is the feel of the cafe. Have you watched Casablanca? Exactly the style. The cafe has two floors. The ground floor, is fitted with a Audio Visual stage. That's where all the bands and guests usually ahve events. There's a bar as well to quench your thirst. On the walls are musical instruments, pictures, and decoratives that would make you bend over and say,"Aah....."
The air conditioning is great (and I'm talking as a person who lives in Jakarta), and the cherry on top would be the added ceiling fan. A nice homage to late colonial buildings. Well, basically, yeah this building is designed to have the look and feel of a Dutch colonial building.
The second floor is just an absolute treat. You have pictures riws after rows on the walls and pillars. You may wonder if all those celebrities hanged have visited the cafe... find out for yourself. Comfortable sofas anyone? And another bar and another event room. And what's more, is the huge dining room. It may as well accomodate 100 people. With menus on the back of a picture hanged on pillars. Gimmick? yes, a nice one at that.
I can't stress how peacefull all this feels to me. At a reasonable price as well I might add. For this place, Starbucks exceeds the price but only matched half of the nuance. I might say, if had a very long day and you're with your firends, drop by and feel the breeze of fresh atmosphere. Drinks abundant. Try the punch. It punches.
I think I don't have anything more to spoil. Just grab your tickets and head to Jakarta!
Tips:-
None! Try it out for your self.
Oh, one more thing: go to the toilet----very retro!
Good day to you all!!! Did you have a nice time in LEGO world?? Well, now turn your attention to the very importante blog you all have been waiting for!!!
It is CAFE BATAVIA...
Located just 10 minutes from Jalan Thamrin , Cafe Batavia stands as a majestic centerpiece to the tourist area that is Jakarta-Kota.
Since its highly publicised grand opening in 1993, the Cafe has hosted many fabulous parties and become a most popular venue of all kinds of special events. World leader and glamorous stars have attended events at the Cafe, many of which will still be talked about in years to come.
Yes, those are the words from a tiny brochure from the cafe itself, and it explains a lot doesn't it? So I don't need to write anything more...
Hehe, just kidding I know you all want to read more of my writings of very importante blogs.
Okay, let's get started.
First, the Cafe itself is not exactly 10 minutes from Jalan Thamrin, the boulevard in fornt of Bank Indonesia and Sarinah. Because of heavy traffic conditions, it may take you 20 to 30 minutes to get there. The main road in Kota is hell for cars... You drive and then stop, drive and then stop. A cyclical thing, really. Anyway, but if you take the Trans Jakarta or Busway you'll get there in no time. Just board the Sarinah stop, and it'll take you in..... 10 minutes!
But, you have to walk from Kota station to the cafe. You need to pass Fatahillah Museum, and then walk through the large square... and on the left side of your peripheral sight... there it is....
from the outside, it's nothing much. But once you step inside, your heart stops...
you have been transported to 1930ish era.
Cafe Batavia.
As I said, the first thing you'll notice is the feel of the cafe. Have you watched Casablanca? Exactly the style. The cafe has two floors. The ground floor, is fitted with a Audio Visual stage. That's where all the bands and guests usually ahve events. There's a bar as well to quench your thirst. On the walls are musical instruments, pictures, and decoratives that would make you bend over and say,"Aah....."
The air conditioning is great (and I'm talking as a person who lives in Jakarta), and the cherry on top would be the added ceiling fan. A nice homage to late colonial buildings. Well, basically, yeah this building is designed to have the look and feel of a Dutch colonial building.
The second floor is just an absolute treat. You have pictures riws after rows on the walls and pillars. You may wonder if all those celebrities hanged have visited the cafe... find out for yourself. Comfortable sofas anyone? And another bar and another event room. And what's more, is the huge dining room. It may as well accomodate 100 people. With menus on the back of a picture hanged on pillars. Gimmick? yes, a nice one at that.
I can't stress how peacefull all this feels to me. At a reasonable price as well I might add. For this place, Starbucks exceeds the price but only matched half of the nuance. I might say, if had a very long day and you're with your firends, drop by and feel the breeze of fresh atmosphere. Drinks abundant. Try the punch. It punches.
I think I don't have anything more to spoil. Just grab your tickets and head to Jakarta!
Tips:-
None! Try it out for your self.
Oh, one more thing: go to the toilet----very retro!
posted by unusual_suspect @ 3:29 PM
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In the Waiting Room
Yes, it's true. You're sitting next to me. Face dead ahead, looking through the reflections of the glass to the planes to the fields. You can see someone sitting beneath the tree.
When everyone just sits and sleeps. Lying in this eternity, waiting for the big phone to call out their names. Just when silence encapsulates your thoughts, your music drowns you with wonders. Submerge in temps, sublime, cold, and still.
The floor is cold and air dry. The waiting room has been waiting for you to leave it. the phone is there waiting to call. And you are "still" waiting still.
Cont'd
The outside is dark and inside bright. You can see yourself seeing yourself in the transparant glass. If only it was noon you might satisfy your boredom by the moving ships. But you can't now. All you can see is yourself, and many others beside you.
Holding on to your sleeves, rubbing it to warm the skin underneath. Resisting to look at the round clock, avoiding the disappointment of waiting longer. Or what seems to be longer. Closing your eyes again to imagine wonderous worlds. Entertain yourself.
But you know, you know...
You're alone in the chair. There are no flashes, there are memories. All silent thoughts. Silent screams.
In the waiting room of your head, you have to wait. Wait. Wait.
Yes, it's true. You're sitting next to me. Face dead ahead, looking through the reflections of the glass to the planes to the fields. You can see someone sitting beneath the tree.
When everyone just sits and sleeps. Lying in this eternity, waiting for the big phone to call out their names. Just when silence encapsulates your thoughts, your music drowns you with wonders. Submerge in temps, sublime, cold, and still.
The floor is cold and air dry. The waiting room has been waiting for you to leave it. the phone is there waiting to call. And you are "still" waiting still.
Cont'd
The outside is dark and inside bright. You can see yourself seeing yourself in the transparant glass. If only it was noon you might satisfy your boredom by the moving ships. But you can't now. All you can see is yourself, and many others beside you.
Holding on to your sleeves, rubbing it to warm the skin underneath. Resisting to look at the round clock, avoiding the disappointment of waiting longer. Or what seems to be longer. Closing your eyes again to imagine wonderous worlds. Entertain yourself.
But you know, you know...
You're alone in the chair. There are no flashes, there are memories. All silent thoughts. Silent screams.
In the waiting room of your head, you have to wait. Wait. Wait.
posted by unusual_suspect @ 2:49 PM
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Monday, December 05, 2005
Coming back to the way it was
And so it is, Damien said. The pupil in denial, he said. Nevertheless it is true.
Lights trail by and cars goes underground. Images drowns and sound deafining.
Superficial world in hyper reality.
Denying every importance all this have on me. Ignoring the fact that I too will be ignored one day.
World of superstructures and massive buildings.
Tons of material flying everywhere. Endless days of adjusting.
But sitting or walking I can't shake my mind of the inevitable.
Every moment leaves the next vulnerable to possibilities.
You said it's easy, and I said it might. I'll do my best to forget whatever it is you want me to forget.
I'll try to soften the fall but I can't promise anything when we get there.
The fall won't kill me.
You said it might end. You said it again. Again. And again. No assurances of otherwise.
These moments we can only feel you said. It might end tomorrow.
I can't take my mind off you.
But I can adjust. Adjust to your likings... Close my eyes, drift to sleep. Feel nothing.
As you would want me to do.
Another walk to the way it was. Step by step I'm managing without you. The long goodbye.
To my home. And so it is. You looked at me before you say goodbye.
Smiling, sending me off to the way it was.
The world, before you.
And so it is, Damien said. The pupil in denial, he said. Nevertheless it is true.
Lights trail by and cars goes underground. Images drowns and sound deafining.
Superficial world in hyper reality.
Denying every importance all this have on me. Ignoring the fact that I too will be ignored one day.
World of superstructures and massive buildings.
Tons of material flying everywhere. Endless days of adjusting.
But sitting or walking I can't shake my mind of the inevitable.
Every moment leaves the next vulnerable to possibilities.
You said it's easy, and I said it might. I'll do my best to forget whatever it is you want me to forget.
I'll try to soften the fall but I can't promise anything when we get there.
The fall won't kill me.
You said it might end. You said it again. Again. And again. No assurances of otherwise.
These moments we can only feel you said. It might end tomorrow.
I can't take my mind off you.
But I can adjust. Adjust to your likings... Close my eyes, drift to sleep. Feel nothing.
As you would want me to do.
Another walk to the way it was. Step by step I'm managing without you. The long goodbye.
To my home. And so it is. You looked at me before you say goodbye.
Smiling, sending me off to the way it was.
The world, before you.
posted by unusual_suspect @ 2:50 PM
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Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Movie Struck
Two hours in a dark confined chilly place can you leave you hanging. Especially, when lights and sound bombard your senses to a point where you gaped your mouth and say,"Wow... that's awesome".
Yes, that very fateful moment, I was introduced by possibilities. Not by strength which leads you to power. Or will. Or hope. It was now possible to run my imagination wild and make it possible to put it down on paper... and make it possible to take up to the big screen.
I wasn't aware of the fame and responsibilities that you have to endure if take the job. You can say "I don't want fame" but you hae to get it to go anywhere. You can say "I'm doing this for myself", yeah right, let's see you handle criticism. I am well afraid now to know all that. But, here's the deal, give me time and a camera... I'll make something. For me it's that simple, it's either you do it or you don't. You can say "yeah right, let's see you do it without editing systems". Okay...
I read stories about people who love the medium so much they took any pieces of film they can find and paste them together. Some people drew drawings and photograph them and from that become an animated movie. I read them and I was struck with their passion... and I felt at the least humbled. They are great. Those who went way over their limit to get what they want... in a good way.
For me, I started out with a video camera. I planned each shot. I rigorously timed each beat of the music to synchronise with the shot. I pressed record, at the same time, I pressed the play button on the tape player, at the same time, I yelled action......... It was a nice experience. Then I realised I can do something with my vcr player... the first time I can shoot something out of chronological sequence. The thought hit me when I was shooting my very first film with my friends at school. I was ecstatic.
That's how I coped with limitations. Other than that, it's luck.
I want to do this. And when you have someone who wants the same thing. What can be better? Fights will go along the way. Hearts will break. But at the end, you appreciate the journey not the boon.
And for me, when people criticise... I get angry, I get heartbroken.... because I know, they would've gave up along the way. But my friends pulled together. We talked about how to overcome obstacles and we do it.
This is what I and my friends live for. The thrill of an idea. The smile everytime a problem arises. The adrenaline of a deadline. The journey of it all.
You can say the story sucks. I'll say, hey we're not there yet. And when we are, we'll take you on.
Two hours in a dark confined chilly place can you leave you hanging. Especially, when lights and sound bombard your senses to a point where you gaped your mouth and say,"Wow... that's awesome".
Yes, that very fateful moment, I was introduced by possibilities. Not by strength which leads you to power. Or will. Or hope. It was now possible to run my imagination wild and make it possible to put it down on paper... and make it possible to take up to the big screen.
I wasn't aware of the fame and responsibilities that you have to endure if take the job. You can say "I don't want fame" but you hae to get it to go anywhere. You can say "I'm doing this for myself", yeah right, let's see you handle criticism. I am well afraid now to know all that. But, here's the deal, give me time and a camera... I'll make something. For me it's that simple, it's either you do it or you don't. You can say "yeah right, let's see you do it without editing systems". Okay...
I read stories about people who love the medium so much they took any pieces of film they can find and paste them together. Some people drew drawings and photograph them and from that become an animated movie. I read them and I was struck with their passion... and I felt at the least humbled. They are great. Those who went way over their limit to get what they want... in a good way.
For me, I started out with a video camera. I planned each shot. I rigorously timed each beat of the music to synchronise with the shot. I pressed record, at the same time, I pressed the play button on the tape player, at the same time, I yelled action......... It was a nice experience. Then I realised I can do something with my vcr player... the first time I can shoot something out of chronological sequence. The thought hit me when I was shooting my very first film with my friends at school. I was ecstatic.
That's how I coped with limitations. Other than that, it's luck.
I want to do this. And when you have someone who wants the same thing. What can be better? Fights will go along the way. Hearts will break. But at the end, you appreciate the journey not the boon.
And for me, when people criticise... I get angry, I get heartbroken.... because I know, they would've gave up along the way. But my friends pulled together. We talked about how to overcome obstacles and we do it.
This is what I and my friends live for. The thrill of an idea. The smile everytime a problem arises. The adrenaline of a deadline. The journey of it all.
You can say the story sucks. I'll say, hey we're not there yet. And when we are, we'll take you on.
posted by unusual_suspect @ 2:11 PM
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