Chin Yew: Day 07: There will never be enough time.

ah, crap. another mistake in the video.
Thaneeya's run was on March,
not April as stated on the video.

sorry.

i spend the entire day reading through Thaneeya's run.
her run is filled with step-to-step guide to
her works. very instructional. very in-depth.
her day-12 is my favorite.
i also found alot of good quotes.
so many that i had to fight not to use
them all, or i might end up using
most of them for my entire fav 30 day quotes.

Day 7 by Thaneeya McArdle

"There will never be enough time,
to manifest all the ideas I have in my head,
but I guess endless inspiration is a blessing."

now, that's a positive quote.

for some artist, it's a struggle.

never having enough time to generate/execute
the ideas in our head.
it's always,

"that will wait.
i'll work on this one first."

and then,

"shit, what was that idea again?"

and like many other brilliant ideas
that you once had and due to
lack of time to execute them,
lost forever into thin air.

inspiration comes anytime, anywhere.
and sometimes non, and no where.
stuck. writer's block.
some don't believe in writer's block.
i simply believe it as a chimney hole got
stuck. or the water supply pipe got clog-up
with crap.(negative force)

there are many ways to clear this blockage.
(i'll share some on other post)

but the point here is,
cherish every inspiration given to you.
you'll never know when your next blockage is.

people get distress by an unanswered prayer.
i believe it happens vise-versa for a disregarded blessing.

one friend told me once,
he happens to be involved in
a production shoot with Oliver Stone.
(not certain of the authenticity of the story)
he described Mr Stone to me,
almost like a crazy-lunatic,
who pees anywhere-anytime.
random mumbling words.
some of the production team had trouble
understanding him and his mood swings.
after a couple of days working for Mr Stone,
my friend finally took up the courage to ask him
questions like any fanboy would ask.

"Mr Stone, how and where you got
those ideas for your movies?"

Mr Stone looks at him with a blunt face
and mumbled out, "i write when i was young."

my friend ends the story with a stale joke,

"i think he must be stoned. get it? stoned!"

he laughed out loud and expecting me to do the same.
for him, he felt Oliver Stone gave him
a random delusional answer.

but for me, despise the authenticity or how stoned he was,
i think i understand what he meant.

write them down.

put them on paper.

no matter what.

before it's too late.

especially when your mind are still young, fresh
and passionate about things around you.

write.

you'll never know, as your mind aged,
things around you starts to feel the same and dull,
you'll loss the excitement and passion for life,
like many people are these days.

imagine, who would better describe the scene
of going to the circus:

a 6-year old kid who has never been to a circus?

or

a veteran-columnist?

of course the columnist would describe the scene
with the usage of proper words and structured
sentences to draw the perfect experience into your head,
rather than the kid would;
"..jumpeenn..elep-hants..clowns...
many-many clowns...dancing..singing..
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!..sweet-cotton candee
..oh-and the tigers..tigers..roaarr!"
but the kid's the one with more
excitement and passion.

the virgin mind.

what makes a writer good?

research. information of experiences.

you can get that anywhere.

but wouldn't it be better if the research are from
your own personal experience?

wouldn't your writing be more passionate then?

2 benefits:

good writing.

and

good recalling of happy childhood memories

especially when you are a worn-out in life
veteran writer.

i dig-up my old journals dating way back
when i was 12. (pages were falling out)

it was filled with broken unstructured sentences, bad spelling.
even had trouble reading those scattered handwritings.

as i enjoy reading through them,
i recalled fond memories. stupid actions.
naive emotions.

i could swear in a short fragments of moment,
i was suddenly back in time.
the smell. the ambiance. the feelings.
i was that kid again.
and i was surprised to read mistakes
that was still reflecting me now.
like a pattern i still subconsciously clinging on.

i learned something,

from reading my immature self.

(probably in the future, i'll learn something
from reading this.)

usually the first time for the virgins are painful.
it is only with that painful-experience
that helps them to enjoy it the second time.
and then the third, and et cetera, et cetera.

sex that is.

Thaneeya quoted on her Day 2;

"Sometimes things don't work out
the way you would like,
when you would like.
And that's okay."

don't you wish that you had written those beautiful
experience when you first went out fishing with your dad
who is no longer around?
reading them back, could remind you of
your dad's legacy and it would inspire you
to be a good father yourself.

time is too fast.
and our memory capacity is too small.

write them now.

and be thankful of the experiences that
has been shined upon you.

getting a journal is like getting
an external harddisk for our brain.
i recomend a

moleskine.

"the realiable-branded external hardisk for our memories."

(how i wish had written my 12-year old journal on them
instead of the falling pages of my cheap scrapbook)

i think i've reached my point.

now, onto today's work: