GRRRRR. Arrrgh. And sometimes a travel log.
It's now confirmed. Becoming Royston will be on the big screens on 19 September 2006, at 5.30 pm, at the Cathay 7 Hall.
Be there!
Updated 10 September 2006, 2355 hours:
Take note though, it's not the full length feature, just a 30-minute work in progress.
Sometimes, it's good to go back to basics...
(Series shot with natural lighting and on mahjong paper. I shit you not.)
And sometimes, I've got to know when to say I don't do product shots any more. (Even if I don't know why myself.)
Now Cousin, we do the dance of joy!
Yep, and all for the price of a 120 GB hard disk and two jugs of beer. Still much, much cheaper than the $480 the Apple Service Centre was asking for to replace my old 80 GB disk...
Go figure.
Made the mistake of answering a doorbell in the afternoon yesterday. Since I wasn't expecting a package from Amazon, nor was I expecting a cheque in the mail for a job (most of them don't come via registered mail anyway), I should have known better than to get up from the couch where I had been watching The West Wing: Two Cathedrals.
I opened the door, grumpy, bedraggled and nursing a pretty significant hangover from the previous night. And more than a little inspired by Jed Bartlet's diatribe in the National Cathedral scene.
Enter, earnest, bright-eyed do-gooder type:
"Hi, I from so-and-so church. I'd like to invite you to one of our services this Sunday..."
"Church? Why? What has your God done for me?
I haven't been to church in the past 12 years. I've not missed out on opportunities that've come my way; I've quit a job without having to worry about anything, least of all not having to consult with my pastor because it'll affect the level of my tithing; I've had no need to grovel before an entity that may or may not be listening to me; I've been happy when I cared to be; overcome moments of madness, grief, anger all by myself. I'm doing something now that pleases me, that gives me motivation to wake up every day to face what I've got to. I'm living my life the way I was taught by my family, my environment, my circumstances. Do I need more? I don't think so.
What have any of you done that I haven't done on my own? I've gone to tsunami-hit areas. Places where earthquakes have destroyed lives and livelihoods. I've witnessed and experienced the best and the worst of humanity. I've seen love, strength and resilience in the people you call heathens, miracles in buildings dedicated to so-called idols. I know of sorrow, pain, loss at their most acute. What have you learnt, cloistered in your safe, mega-modern cathedrals built for the glory of Man rather than for your God? What can you learn, when you are as insulated as you are?
Where was your God when I was comtemplating taking the cloth? What did I get in return? Questions. Doubts. Answers that weren't forthcoming. Your God took away my grandparents before I had a chance to learn more from them. Maybe you'll tell me that the bus hitting the both of them was a blessing because the survivor would have died anyway, eventually, from the loss of the other. And it happened while I was thinking, actually thinking, about dropping my two majors and taking up Theology instead? While I was active in the church, counselling others about loss and grief? If that's not an answer, the only answer I ever got from your God by the way, then I'd say it's pretty clear that's not what's wanted from me.
Don't tell me my life can be better. It is already. I take all the good with the bad. Don't tell me about God's plan for me. I have a plan for myself. And while it's been rocky, I expected that from life in general. Life is supposed to be scary. Deal with it.
And I've tried to live my life as best as I can. With integrity, belief, self-reliance. I believe in karma, or, just so we're speaking the same language, in 'doing unto others what you would have others do unto you'. If that's not good enough for you, because I'd still burn in Hell after the Second Coming, well then... too bad.
So, yeah, please don't knock on my door again. And by the way, the next time you communicate with God, tell Him I'm not angry with Him any more, despite what I've just said. I'm just disappointed in his PR and HR departments."
Instead, I just say, "No, thanks."
"Can I give you a brochure?"
"No, thanks."
I close the door.
Former ad executive, teacher, now photographer (and sometime screenwriter). Wearer of many hats in my life; husband, brother, son, friend. Still hoping to save the world. Not earning as much, but infinitely happier with life in general. Which doesn't explain the angry blog.
