Beneath the finger that taps the keyboard is the flesh, beneath the flesh is the bone. Beneath the bone is.
Above the finger is air, above the air is pipes, above the pipes is ceiling, above the celing is air, above the air is space. Above space is Space.
Above and beneath, even if I know the their names, I dont know them. The unknown so close to my soul, but I still sleep soundly at night.
The lack of knowledge makes me tremble, because you wont have control. But I have to eat, thus I just have to trust that the wood will not explode suddenly. I will hold a bomb one day, not knowing that it will explode. When it explodes, I will get injured. Looking at my scars, I will re-enact the whole scene and try to find the cause. Sometimes I get it immediately, sometimes it takes a longer time. But I will be patient. One day, I will know that this is call bomb and it will explode, thus I should not touch it or make it.
I wish I know a lot of things.I wish I wish.
Everyday I eat, I study, I interact, I think.
I got smarter each day. But I still hope I know more things.
I wish I know more useful things.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Monday, November 19, 2007
Differentiate.
Everyday, we breathe. But we cant see air. So is there air? My eyes are not sharp, but my sense of touch is, I feel it's presence, whenever I go against it, or it goes against me. The problem with me is, I cant stay still, and even when I'm asleep, my stomach and chest move. What is happening here?
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I see advertisement everywhere. Everything is advertising for everything, in some sort of way. The keyboard in front of me is advertising for the letters, the red cup in front of me is advertising red. I am advertising myself when you see me. Even if my mouth dont speak, standing there doing nothing, I am advertising myself.
Makes everything feel so cheap and commodified. Let me inject life and eject the neon lights. Ok. Yes. we all represent something, an existence of something,but sometimes, we got the wrong cover.
A unread and unknowledgeable man is forever biased,no matter how hard he tried not to be. so adjust your judgment scale. Man.
Fact is. We just have trust. Trust that the air surrounding us is sufficient to breathe. Is it there? I dont know. It has to be. Because I am still typing.
So. Formula is this: Trust first, use it, and if you feel it, it's real, if you dont, you know it's fake.
Man. I am a genius. Well, Van Gogh is a genius too, but he cut his own ear. Now, what is genius? You decide. I gave you the formula already.
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I see advertisement everywhere. Everything is advertising for everything, in some sort of way. The keyboard in front of me is advertising for the letters, the red cup in front of me is advertising red. I am advertising myself when you see me. Even if my mouth dont speak, standing there doing nothing, I am advertising myself.
Makes everything feel so cheap and commodified. Let me inject life and eject the neon lights. Ok. Yes. we all represent something, an existence of something,but sometimes, we got the wrong cover.
A unread and unknowledgeable man is forever biased,no matter how hard he tried not to be. so adjust your judgment scale. Man.
Fact is. We just have trust. Trust that the air surrounding us is sufficient to breathe. Is it there? I dont know. It has to be. Because I am still typing.
So. Formula is this: Trust first, use it, and if you feel it, it's real, if you dont, you know it's fake.
Man. I am a genius. Well, Van Gogh is a genius too, but he cut his own ear. Now, what is genius? You decide. I gave you the formula already.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Personal thoughts
I'm not sure how many of us actually will read this blog but nevertheless, I shall continue (due to boredom and lack of concentration writing Asian Film History essay). Anyway, time passes very fast, and in a swift, we are rushing for our final sem projects and also, soon enough, to study for our exams. With the completion of exams and projects, it marks the end of the semester, and next semester, some of us will not be in the same class anymore.
Yes, we are still in Film major, but some may be in another tutorial group for various modules. This means that we shall see lesser of each other but when it comes to the projects season, the 24 year 2 filmmakers will unite once again, for the right and 'wrong' reasons.
Like this semester, I realise most of us have unite together, during the pre-production, production and post-production, well, mainly pre and during. The right reasons are, we need each other for assistance and cooperation in each of our projects, as well as many that are too much to be listed out.
The 'wrong' reasons are well, we should know, especially during pre-production, whereby many of us have fallen from grace. However, because of these reasons, we have more things to bitch about and gossip about during production, and of course, bitch our grievances.
These are only my thoughts, and what I've typed do not represent others' thoughts.
Anyway, all the best to everyone, for final semester projects, and also our exams. Let's get burnt again, both literally and metaphorically!
Yes, we are still in Film major, but some may be in another tutorial group for various modules. This means that we shall see lesser of each other but when it comes to the projects season, the 24 year 2 filmmakers will unite once again, for the right and 'wrong' reasons.
Like this semester, I realise most of us have unite together, during the pre-production, production and post-production, well, mainly pre and during. The right reasons are, we need each other for assistance and cooperation in each of our projects, as well as many that are too much to be listed out.
The 'wrong' reasons are well, we should know, especially during pre-production, whereby many of us have fallen from grace. However, because of these reasons, we have more things to bitch about and gossip about during production, and of course, bitch our grievances.
These are only my thoughts, and what I've typed do not represent others' thoughts.
Anyway, all the best to everyone, for final semester projects, and also our exams. Let's get burnt again, both literally and metaphorically!
The Breaking Point
I like to describe my life as a J curve, the geometric curve. Before I could reach the breaking point, I will wave my white flag, and ask to start all over again. It's funny how I always think that if I cannot succeed the first time round , I will, by the second round, as if a repetitive act with a similar mindset would change and evoke a different result. How dumb is that. But, trust me, I do believe in sympathy, but my situations who have no feelings dont.
During one fine night, which happened recently,very recent; alright, shant withhold the mystery any longer: yesterday. The waterbag broke. Baby is coming out. Finally.I was teaching, confident with everything I was about to teach, solved every question in the P5 math assessment book, felt absolutely victorious. I felt like a giant who could do anything, no mountain is too hard to climb. I arent a loser as brain has previously prescribed itself to be. I am a victor, come what may. Fire or Storms, Hail or Meteorites. I won not because of my flesh, but because of the sheer will power inside me that's greater than that block.
During one fine night, which happened recently,very recent; alright, shant withhold the mystery any longer: yesterday. The waterbag broke. Baby is coming out. Finally.I was teaching, confident with everything I was about to teach, solved every question in the P5 math assessment book, felt absolutely victorious. I felt like a giant who could do anything, no mountain is too hard to climb. I arent a loser as brain has previously prescribed itself to be. I am a victor, come what may. Fire or Storms, Hail or Meteorites. I won not because of my flesh, but because of the sheer will power inside me that's greater than that block.
Friday, September 21, 2007
My Class

I hope I am not being narcissistic, but as I began to look at our class photo, at everyone of us, I began to love it more and more with each passing moment. Each and everyone of us is so special, out of somewhere , we came together. Life itself has so many paths, we do not know which path will lead to which, but out of the infinite possibilities, we are all here, in the same place, moving as one. My dear class, it is my honour to be with every single one of you in group 2, time may pass away, we may all move on to another place, to another stage , but I treasure this time that we have here. FIL210, GRP 2, 07, I love you guys!
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
IMPORTANTE
AMIN here
yea, this is like my first ever post.
but, sorry, this is more of an official post.
check this out
Hi Amin
Even though your group did the long take but it doesn;t mean everyone will edit the sound in the same way. Especially for the other three groups, they are making more than one shot. I need to have them practice editing picture and sound, discover problem.
let me know perhaps, your grup will only have one representative to show the clip.
YOu do not need to bring the three shots story, I have alrady digitize those who had handed it on monday, and will print it to tape as a whole.
For now, just focus on editing your contempt, and bring into class on monday.
Thanks, WenSHing
yea, this is like my first ever post.
but, sorry, this is more of an official post.
check this out
Hi Amin
Even though your group did the long take but it doesn;t mean everyone will edit the sound in the same way. Especially for the other three groups, they are making more than one shot. I need to have them practice editing picture and sound, discover problem.
let me know perhaps, your grup will only have one representative to show the clip.
YOu do not need to bring the three shots story, I have alrady digitize those who had handed it on monday, and will print it to tape as a whole.
For now, just focus on editing your contempt, and bring into class on monday.
Thanks, WenSHing
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