Archive for November, 2008

Camera Death

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This just sucks on so many levels.

Sister borrowed the Nikon FE2 for the first time for a school project, and returned it in this state. Film wind crank, once a perfect whole, now in its full disassembled glory. A couple of screws are missing, so I’m hoping that the workshop’ll be able to repair it completely. If not I’d probably have to grab broken FE2 bodies on eBay to salvage the screws from.

The timing couldn’t be worse. Was planning a couple of shoots in the next few weeks, and all of a sudden I find myself missing the only working camera I have that I know like the back of my hand. Now the FE2 will have to be my chunky light meter for my Hasselblad, which is in every way a superior camera to the FE2, but haven’t a run a roll through yet.

Time to pray!

Hear My Heart Sing

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First full week of work and I’m exhausted. So much so that I’m tired out before midnight, and all too ready to hit the bed, whereas a mere two weeks ago I’d still be up and about at 4AM and trawling the internet/writing/listening to music/reading.

Idleness makes me feel like I’m in the centre of a huge, vast lake, caught in the middle of its still, unwavering depths. Watching the sunlight glint off the surface of the water, or floating weightless, ears submerged and all the sounds of the outside world cut off from my hearing. I’m alone, with rows of trees in the horizon, as silent as the water around me. Watching, waiting and listening. Watching the distance, waiting for something to say, listening to the voice inside of me.

Now in this new season I feel as if I’m in the centre of a big room, with string twined around each of my fingers, wrapping around my legs, curling across my shin, my calves, stretching off somewhere in the distance that I can’t clearly see. And the things I want to say or write is building up inside me, like a well in a storm, filling, piling drop after drop, collecting all that it can in that instance of rain, until you have to empty it in any way you can or simply allow to overflow.

I’ve closed a private blog, started on something else I call a ‘thoughtblog’, which is really just something that collects the stray and wild things that interest/amaze/stupefy/etc me.

That said, I’m loving this new season of my life, not because of the money, or position, or the simple truth of being able to work and put these hands to use, but because I know I walk in His will for me, in complete contentment and satisfaction in the finished work of Jesus.

“Delight yourself in the LORD
and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Commit your way to the LORD;
trust in him and he will do this:

He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn,
the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. ”

Psalm 37:4-6

Thatchagimme No Sooooul

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An excerpt from the book Laugh Your Way To Marriage, by Mark Gungor (click to read a bit more):

“So what is it that men want? In a word, men want respect. That means a man wants to be held in esteem and to be shown consideration and appreciation—even when he makes mistakes. He wants to be seen as a hero, especially in the eyes of his bride. He needs someone to believe in him when the odds are stacked against him. If a man doesn’t feel respected, he’s destined to act in a way reminiscent of the obnoxious, “I-can’t-get-no-respect,” Rodney Dangerfield. He becomes insulting, bug-eyed, and generally gross.

What women don’t understand is that men don’t believe they need to earn respect; they feel it is owed to them because they are men.That may sound sexist, but it really isn’t. What I’m saying is, men need to be respected for who they are, not for what they do. If they don’t feel respected, they can’t survive. It gets harder and harder for them to breathe (emotionally). That is why it is so important for a woman to learn to give her man unconditional respect.

Most women are willing to show respect, but they want their men to be worthy of it. If he is not, a woman feels that showing respect is disingenuous and she moves into “I-had-better-correct-the-situation” mode. She believes she can respect her man only if she can get him to act respectable. But that is not how it works. Respect is too great a need for a man to have it come and go based on performance. If a woman will learn to risk respecting her man when he is not perfect, he will open his heart to her and will become pliable to change.”

A must-read! Get this book for your female friends for Christmas! 😀

To Be Boy Eternal

Fantasy’s always been a favourite indulgence of mine, so much so that I’d written several exercise books worth of stories during my secondary school years, which were of course, exceedingly crap in the sense that they should never see the light of day again. Granted, most fantasy stories revolve around the same plot and character archetypes, but nothing beats swordfights, monsters, impossible odds and feats of valour in my book.

Fractured Realms was an attempt with friends at writing a spinoff from the Baldur’s Gate 2 game, with adventures overlapping the game storyline and occasionally branching out into something else (at least that was the plan). Our grand plan even included playing as these characters in multiplayer, writing more as we progressed, to enhance our roleplaying experience even further. Yes, we were quite the fantasy RPG geeks.. plus BG2 is really quite the best RPG I’ve ever played.

In FR, the characters Christian Aisling and Nakai, along with the Prologue, were written by me. Reading all the entries over again makes me want to start writing in the FR universe again, if only for the pure, sheer fun and self-indulgence of it.

For the Glory of Helm!

On Companionship

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Currently reading A Wild Sheep Chase by Murakami, having finished Sputnik Sweetheart a week or two back. I’m really taking my time with his books, because each one finished is one less from the list of his books I haven’t read. Also, they’re borrowed from the library , which kinda explains why I have to read before any one of the others I have around..

It’s been two days into my new season of work, and it’s been great. A lot of learning to pick up in a short period of time, with some firefighting to be done near the end of the second day. Even though I’m naturally compelled to slack off during the lulls of everyday existence, I find that I usually work best under high pressure (which does come as a surprise to myself).

I also love how the office is so close to home. I saunter into the nearby kopitiam, order a cup of coffee, power up the Shuffle and get lost in a book, doodle, write or just stare off in the distance whilst soaking up the music. It’s simple, mundane and utterly ordinary, but it’s a great comfort. Enjoying the moment in between the gaps of time.

Truth is, He satisfies me in all ways. And I am content.

DISTANCE: a short film by Ong Zheng Kai

DISTANCE / 一支针一条线
a short film by Ong Zheng Kai

Length:
10 minutes

Time:
21st November 2008, Friday, 1930hrs

Location:
LASALLE

Those interested in attending the screening, please comment/email/text me on my mobile and I will update you on the location.

The Success of CLTCL

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love‘s run has ended to great success. I received a message from Colin today:

“The play was immensely well received. We had glowing press reviews and we sold out the show even before the reviews came out – mostly by word of mouth from people who watched the early shows. There was a clamour for tix in the last few days, by which time it was too late to get any. So it looks like we may do a second run sometime next year, God willing. So you may yet get your chance to see it! Haha.

But seriously, we’ve been blown away by how God has opened the doors for us, and granted us favour. It’s a long story and maybe someday I can tell you in person. We as a team are humbled to be the Lord’s instruments. Now the question is: What next? It’s exciting yet at the same scary as we realise the Lord is calling us on to yet more for him, and we want to seek him each step of the way rather than be presumptuous in our successes.”

Colin also pointed me to an article by The Star, Malaysia’s top English language daily: Love’s Big Impact, which reviewed the performance by Footstool Players.

I’m happy to hear how much God is doing for them!