memory space saver: only keep the good stuff.

keep the effort, keep the memory of the effort.

an old but familiar song, a song with mindvisuals.
i concentrated and let the old memory of the homemade
animated imagestory run on playback along with the song.
each slide, each action drawn, timed to move or appear to each word,
nothing too high tech, simple powerpoint and stickmen,
but it must have took a lot of time and effort, heart,

yet i couldn’t recall every frame anymore.

the right amount of good to remember.
and its true collides never leave your side.

Don’t fall in love with your first idea.



5seconds rule only applicable to tables!

the sleep shift, concept trailer

New Day X 365 = New Year’s Day

the timeless concept: own time own target.

to ‘evangeline’ please please please.

“You can wish upon a star,
but the old star can take you only part of the way.

You have to help it out with hard work of your own.”

this is the most non-superficial disney princess movie!

face value.

i know where i come from, at first to help out, then to just do what is needed.
i have nothing and no need to prove to anyone,
i know i am not extremely good, i just learn and give my best all the time.
but still i’ve always been looked down on and despised.
whatever reasons from anyone, i know to take at face value
but i still stand up to fend for myself,
because no one else will.

contractor A tells me in my face that girls like me cannot make it here.
i speak up, but i understand this person comes from his experience
and little or no knowledge of me.

in kl, some all talk no action tech guy whom met me for less than 5mins,
asked me to chill, i understand you are being paid to freak out.

it upset me so much i actually told him off.
it is insulting and disrespectful to make such personal judgment excuses
for covering up a very fact of being unable to produce a certain quality.
i had never once asked how much or even when i am being paid.
but i know its ok, because this person can’t tell much from 5mins of interaction with me.

what the real disappointment is
that one and a half years of so much hard work.
not caring about money, taking whatever hardship there is,
taking in all the people who out-rightly or subtly look down on me
because i’m young, inexperienced or if i was a girl,
all the apparent claims of good work and of value,

i’ve to hear for myself the stupidest thing today
that i’m leaving because i cannot take the working hours.

i am really. really amazed.

the show will still go on.

when you enter a place, not because of the place,
and you exit, neither because of the place.

how strong and firm,
yet at the same time it is extremely scary
because i’ve put in almost everything
for some thing that would eventually only end in nothing

it is such a waste to finally feel it
only when i am getting closer to leaving it.

one man’s everything is another man’s nothing.

for the final days that i stood behind the console,
raised on a platform level enough to view everything & everyone.
i was probably the only one not smiling.
so many times i have to fight the teary bugs,
but there is a time to be professional, and a time to be emotional.

the show must still go on.
i’ve finally, finally learnt that there is really no need to worry,
nothing is too important and no one is indispensable,

the show will still go on.

a nose by any other name, still smells.

names are really just, names.
titles, statuses, are but just variations
of alphabets lined for, a mode of calling
that doesn’t speak of whatever they are.

the nose doesn’t just smell, it breathes for you too.
i really cannot forget or stop thinking how
this stranger proudly proclaimed,
her title, her status.

she didn’t even tell me her name.
but all i remembered on my feet, was that denial.
not straightforward nor outright.
but it doesnt make it any less a denial.

her nose doesn’t just smell, it breathes for you too.

1 minute of unability, 1 minute of heart & soul.