I once harvested a great dream to become a novelist even though my English is pretty broken. But what the hell, I can always write in Chinese and translate it. However, the dream died as I was busy preparing to deal with my major blow in my life then, I had flunked my As.
Dreams need to be built in Utopian kind of environment but the harsh reality of life just make me wanna die and arm myself to face it. I don't like to dodge as it is a cowardly behaviour. Even if I grieve secretly, I will not show it.
Now, after watching so many movies adapted from novels especially teenage fantasy romance novels, it sort of rekindle my passion and love for writing novels. I feel the urge and longing to do so. But I have other commitments in life, I was wondering if I can sustain it and continue to write like I used to.
Last time there is no such thing as Laptop or Computer. Everything was handwritten. It was a tedious process but I like the feel of coping myself up in a room and immerse myself into the world of fantasy that I have created. It is like finding a toy to play when you have none physically. Imagination is the toy. How you want to play it depends on your creativity.
Bathrooms become my thinking ground. I would mull over the details, logic and flow of the scenarios behind each scene.
I miss the feeling of being able to express. Not verbally but through the magic of my pen.
Now with the success of novels like Narnia,Spiderwick, Inkheart, Twilight and Harry Potter, I feel the itch to do it. Find my passion.
I think I miss the time when I was schooling. School life was so much fun. I prefer to set my novels during school. So youthful and reckless.
Passion is everything.
But at the same time I fear the loss of realism. I fear I would be eaten alive in reality if I immerse myself into the world.
How to disentangle myself between the two worlds, I have no idea.
How?
I wonder.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Habits
I saw a book on NLP. It set me thinking.
Am I or am I not a creature of habit?
I was still thinking even when I was having my walk in the park with my buddy.
Then as I was making my way home, it suddenly dawned on me.
You know like the light bulb suddenly burst into flame above my head.
I am definitely not a creature of habit in the strictest sense.
I might fall into the cycle of habit as I feel comfortable following a certain pattern like a success factor. I may repeat the same thing several times until there will be one time I get bored and think. Well If I can do it this way, is there another better way to do it?
Then I break out of the habit and seek a new way, which often means a failure at attempting to do the same thing in a different way.
I do not have OCD. I cannot follow through the same routine over and over again. I have problems with consistency.
For me, the flow of doing things will be best illustrated by the stock market charts. There are peaks and valleys.
The weight of consistency scares me off more than the fear of not succeeding once.
That's the irony of my life.
So different from others.
Am I or am I not a creature of habit?
I was still thinking even when I was having my walk in the park with my buddy.
Then as I was making my way home, it suddenly dawned on me.
You know like the light bulb suddenly burst into flame above my head.
I am definitely not a creature of habit in the strictest sense.
I might fall into the cycle of habit as I feel comfortable following a certain pattern like a success factor. I may repeat the same thing several times until there will be one time I get bored and think. Well If I can do it this way, is there another better way to do it?
Then I break out of the habit and seek a new way, which often means a failure at attempting to do the same thing in a different way.
I do not have OCD. I cannot follow through the same routine over and over again. I have problems with consistency.
For me, the flow of doing things will be best illustrated by the stock market charts. There are peaks and valleys.
The weight of consistency scares me off more than the fear of not succeeding once.
That's the irony of my life.
So different from others.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Some motivational quotes
Treat your dreams as you would a garden: Give them room to GROW.
Counter a dark mood with a dose of Sunshine. Get outside and WALK.
To see real results,sometimes you need to set the bar a little HIGHER.
CHANGE doesnt appen overnight. It starts small and gains momentum.
Don't overthink. Let PASSION override your fear.
INDULgence isnt a sign of failure; it is an occasional opportunity to experience pure PLEASURE.
Rather than try to eliminate stress, find your FLOW within it.
Consider your resolution a FIRST step towards the life that you really want.
Counter a dark mood with a dose of Sunshine. Get outside and WALK.
To see real results,sometimes you need to set the bar a little HIGHER.
CHANGE doesnt appen overnight. It starts small and gains momentum.
Don't overthink. Let PASSION override your fear.
INDULgence isnt a sign of failure; it is an occasional opportunity to experience pure PLEASURE.
Rather than try to eliminate stress, find your FLOW within it.
Consider your resolution a FIRST step towards the life that you really want.
Red Cliff II
Hmm....How to say this...
I still like the big dramatic effect of big battle scene where the blood just spill like tomato sauce. I think the vampires may have their fill there. Plus they can tah bao back home and freeze for further use.
Kudos for the CGI effects.
As for the storyline, well lets just say it retains some of its humour like Zhuge Liang asking if the tortoise has sweated and when this general Zi Jing was talking to the scarecrow when Zhuge refused to answer his question.
I am glad that Sun Shang Xiang played by Vicky Zhao has experienced some kind offirst love before she married an old man. But that young lad was killed in the final battle.
But there are some unexplainable details like How did Vicky Zhao get into the camp without anyone noticing? How come no one shoot down a pigeon for a meal? How come Xiao Qiao was able to get away from the camp and who dares to row her to the enemy side? How come she told her husband about her pregnancy in a letter after she went to the enemy camp? Was she trying to help her husband or destroy him? How come she nee 1 hour to cook tea? How come she was killed when she behave so sarcastically to Cao Cao? ..........
Tonnes of questions left hanging....
I still like the big dramatic effect of big battle scene where the blood just spill like tomato sauce. I think the vampires may have their fill there. Plus they can tah bao back home and freeze for further use.
Kudos for the CGI effects.
As for the storyline, well lets just say it retains some of its humour like Zhuge Liang asking if the tortoise has sweated and when this general Zi Jing was talking to the scarecrow when Zhuge refused to answer his question.
I am glad that Sun Shang Xiang played by Vicky Zhao has experienced some kind offirst love before she married an old man. But that young lad was killed in the final battle.
But there are some unexplainable details like How did Vicky Zhao get into the camp without anyone noticing? How come no one shoot down a pigeon for a meal? How come Xiao Qiao was able to get away from the camp and who dares to row her to the enemy side? How come she told her husband about her pregnancy in a letter after she went to the enemy camp? Was she trying to help her husband or destroy him? How come she nee 1 hour to cook tea? How come she was killed when she behave so sarcastically to Cao Cao? ..........
Tonnes of questions left hanging....