syf

today was my SYF exhibition where i collect my gold with honors award.
it was just a cert yes but the experience of having your work displayed is nice. although it isnt the first time.
when i stepped into the hall, i realised one of the guest of honors was Miss Kok my ex principal of westwood sec. i almost died when i saw her there. she almost died too i think when she saw me. she was really proud of me. i can see it. great woman. still can remember me.
nac approached me and some others to join noise singapore this year where local art ppl can submit their works. was thinking if i should submit old stuff or do new ones. well, i could do both.
art rocks. hopefully not too many people will follow my footsteps and do collage. that was the market gets saturated. bad for me and you. so go find your own niche and work on it.

repetitive loner

alone
need
cant get it
went crazy
got it
hated it
alone again
need
cant get it
went crazy
got it
hated it
alone again
...

too bad he's dead

salutation to heath ledger.
watch it to believe his performance that deserves a posthumous.
of course the movie sucked without him.

we always need to sit on the ugly stone table and talk about serious issues.
because we need to.

Damien's Monologue call for

Damien's Monologue Project 2008
Official Shortfilm Call Sheet

My inaugural short film is progressing once again thanks to Kaywee's persuasion. Here is the next step to a thousand more. Read, post on your blog, etc. This will have an email version soon for you all to chainmail/tag/poke to all your friends out there.
Support and believe in Damien.

Updates on www.damiensmonologue.blogspot.com
Click the images to enlarge because it's beautiful.

hellboy2 is a chickflick

hellboy 2 is a freaking chickflick.
girls will love it.
i swear.
looks of it as a fighting cum superhero show is untrue.
it is a romance comedy more than anything.
all the way to the end.

but the monsters are very cool. especially those in the pictures above.
go watch it.

the return of damien

Think about it...
The singapore film industry

Small but rather receptive.
There are people with dreams
And they want to make it a reality.
Would you like to join the team?

met with co-producer today.
damien's monologue is coming back more evidently than ever.

this will become a film.

a formal treatment, sypnosis and script will come as soon as its done.
all preproduction has to be completed within 30 days starting from today.

1.chain email treatment to all interested personnel.
2.finalize cast.
3.distribution of script to cast and associates.
4.cast meeting.
camera trials.
5.seek permission from public areas and instituitions.
6.test run damien

my target for filming are weekends(mark these dates on your diary ppl):

August 16, 17, 23, 24

any interested people willing to join project damien can seek new updates from new blog(again...) www.damiensmonologue.blogspot.com. not kidding. very serious.

this will become a film.
wish me and related ppl good luck...

bleeh!

who's the ugliest of us all?!?!?!

anyway, block 31 shortstory has been written! it's an exciting piece written in a unique manner so do wait for it to appear. now its in pen on paper though. i will now have to transfer the story into digital format.

justice

where the fuck am i going these days
journeys
tired of being
how?
prefer silence
stop.

finally bought cd telepopmusik.
adds to my collection of drifting chillout music.
zero 7, M83, brazilian girls, royksopp.
all i have left to get is dephazz.

homeland heartaches

I am going to do a short stories book by the end of this year called Homeland Heartaches so ppl can read anywhere they want. I will choose 10 of all the shortstories i have written and put it out in print. I promise the book will be designed really well.

I was reading through past shortstories and there was one that was very very close to me that i forgot about. when i reread it i almost died. its the only story i ever written i refered the protagonist as 'me'.

Empty but Conscious

The school was almost deserted at 7.56pm long dark shadows of walls and panes erased details of the building leaving it in a surreal mess of dark and greys. The old lady was locking up the last of the classrooms of the penultimate storey. A teacher would occasionally scurry out of the staff room to head home. A lone crow would caw out to its echoes somewhere on a far away tree. Moving into the canteen that is now dead and almost pitch black except for thin beams of light from the ventilators and small windows that cannot be shuttered down, a young girl sat at the table set deep inside the canteen landing all by herself. She was eating a pack of something I could not see from where I stood but I could see the glow resonating against her silhouette of her slouch. She was still beautiful. Like always.I remembered the mornings we walked along the road side early in the cold morning in our freshly pressed secondary school uniforms, when the grass had spider webs with mist on them and lampposts threw orange carpets all around. I would often find myself anticipating for every other lamppost as each one illuminated her, casting perfect shadows that was eternally mesmerizing. That morning her hair was wet and shining. My heart hopped.“What is forever?”“Forever is a moment that had passed.”I remembered I cried and cried and cried. First time in a thousand years as I don’t cry. And it was refreshing. Now the darkness of the canteen was blinding and I was crying again, 2nd time in a thousand years. I was emptiness personified and was a huge mess that didn’t move. That was when she heard me. I wanted to bolt away but I was bolted to the ground. I remembered she stood up and looked at me. Usually I look and she never looks back. My knees shivered and it was not the cold. She advanced closer. My gaping mouth ran dry. Closer. My heart slowed to a stop. Consciousness became a struggle. She had the puppiest eyes. My fingers grabbed her forearm. I aimed my face for a kiss. It was hard for she was looking down. That was when I sensed it. Pity. Not love. I pried myself away against my own will and breathed again.“Fuck you.” Haunted the walls that late evening.
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“Oh my god.” She quivered beside me who was smiling then.“Great isn’t it?” I said, searching for mutual happiness.“Oh my god.”“Careful now.” I held her hand.“God god god -argh!” She balanced on the ledge.“There you go.” “Wasn’t that bad isn’t it?” “Like the view?”“Yes the view is stunning Kevin but oh god, our legs are dangling 12 storeys above the ground this is seriously dangerous.”“Sometimes I get lost in the lights.“ I uttered looking dreamily at the faraway estate of skyscrapers. “Look at the cars on the road over there. They are little moving lights.” “Look at the stars Eunice! Sometimes I don’t know if the lights are actually stars or lights from the buildings.”“Kevin you are crazy.”I stared on into the view.“I really like you you know.”She grabbed me.She shifted herself closer to me and leaned her head on my shoulder where her hair danced all over the place in the wind. Palm on her temple and fingers in her hair, I took a deep sniff of her hair and her smell was how I always remembered and loved. We just sat there.“I love you too Kevin.”The wind blew and the trees rustled a soft song.“Don’t you wish this moment would last forever?”“Yeah.” She murmured a while later.“I was thinking,” I said staring into the moon in the midnight sky, “I was thinking if we both jump. Now. Together.” She wanted to clarify about what I just said but she heard me perfectly. “That way this moment would be.” I held her hand that was suddenly stiff.“Get away from me.”“Eunice. Eunice!”“Go away! That-” pointing at me, “That is why things cant move on rationally between us Kevin!” She moved away. “You are crazy!” “Let me get down from here now.”I looked down. It was a steep drop. But it was not as deep as the scar that is now on his heart. I stood up and helped her down the roof.

another movie review

watch it here.

Eternal Smmer
actually i watched eternal summer eons ago. but it was quite a drama show so i watched i again and saw new things.
this is a movie about a love triangle between 3 people. some people have watched it because it was in the cinemas before but many did not because we were not of age to watch m18 shows.
very well acted very well filmed thus the recommendation. nostaglic and sentimental because of the very artistic attention to subtleties and imageries. draggy abit at the start but very very sad towards the end. personally i felt that feelings begin to affect the audiences from the 2nd out of the 2 clips. many scenes leave the audiences to intepret, imageries for the alert to catch, feelings for the audience to guess. can you catch the imageries? like the teacher's lesson about the moon, earth and interfereing commet to the bouncing ball onto the other court, character positioning, silences, tableaus etc... didnt? then watch again.
also the people in this film all look good. in particular the button nosed girl, carrie, who stole the show although she is a minor actress. the girls will surely swoon over the typical cheena F4 bengs in it too i assume. colours of this film are perfect.although there is a strong gay plot(though it is important for the script idea to work), i feel that the themes and relationships between the characters are what makes this film successful hence critically acclaimed.the pain is raw, acting uncliched, amazing style and substance as a result but plot wise although ingenius, it is very lame at times.watch it for yourself and you'll believe me and know what i'm talking about.though i do not see the point in the repulsing gay sex scene nearing the end because it is very very uncalled for and does ruin the integrity of the show which i feel seems to focus on heartaches all the way, the journey of the characters are very emotional and touching on the other hand. watch the journey of the relationships and get inspired to erm write stories like these.

Last train

Short story called Last Train is out.
Relatively proud of it. :)
People who want to read it email me: melvin_rules@hotmail.com

more info

i admit: my Emancipation of the unkempt mind artwork will probably be the most odd one. the judge probably saw something more than what i intended my art piece to have because i was rather simple minded and random when doing it. but of course there is method in my madness. not many can duplicate my madness you know.

but if the judges read this now, too late! hawhaw!

statistics for CAT C SYF a&c 2008:

• 29 winners in total, of gold(honours), gold, silver and bronze.
• 15 out of 29 are gold winners of which, 4 gold (honours).
• 2 gold (honours) from nyjc. 1 from njc, 1 from sajc.
• nyjc packs most gold, 5 in total of which 2 with honours.
• sajc did well with 2 gold, 2 bronze.
• no gold with honours for acjc, hci, and tjc.

for more indepth stats see here.

won something

i just got notified that i won Gold with honors for Singapore youth festival SYF arts & crafts exhibition 2008 at Nanyang acedemy of fine arts for my junior college final coursework, emancipation of the unkempt mind. that is really cool.

it reminds me of the time i won a space to exhibit my secondary final coursework for MOE asian young artists art exhibition in 2006.
now all my coursework have won something prestigious.
my Art craze is now tipping the scale previously throned by Shortstory writing.
filmmaking is totally staggy.
photography is also staggy, but still very approachable.
i cant make up my mind what to specialize.

thank God for my talents. seriously.

i know Tim and Veron TRULY liked my Calvin Klein and Hermes birthday presents i bought for them respectively. i expect a LAVISH birthday present. ahem.