Paper Plane

http://vimeo.com/63120994

As cheesy as the premise possibly look, I can't deny that this short film offers genuine enjoyment that's nothing short of incredible.

No words, no hue, except some red color. No mind-blowing story, just a heartwarming spectacle. But that's enough. Director John Kahrs and those animation guys at Disney really did a good job showing only what's important, gouging unneeded gestures and effects without making it too simplistic and shallow. And Christophe Beck could not have created a more fitting music; it fits perfectly, it dances along with the progressions; an exceptional consumption for the ear.

What's left is a strong impression of an idea, a small quite-possibly-surreal episode of someone's life in this 50'esque era, about a little story around a paper plane (or planes) and its' relentless pursuit of achieving what it intended to do: sending a message.

Someday, I will be able to create artworks of this level; and more, however my life's work ended up to be. Don't ever let your career hinder your passion; I will not let that happen.

Someday...

Welcome to London

...And here's just another ramblings I just have to write this day.

A rambling borne from a wild mind running through the day, a rambling about wandering. Yeah, wandering outside again, sketching, just like old times (though what I said old times maybe actually means not older than two months ago).

A wandering borne from exhaustion from taking so many jobs these past weeks. Not to mention daily curbs of sleep time. And then there's multitude of administration works I have to take. Something I've never like. One might wonder what I'm doing, I'm already in my fourth year of college, yet still I'm bound to these.. campus social businesses. Yeah, one might wonder. I wonder myself. 

A wondering borne from my inability to reject responsibility, however dislike I have to be on charge on something. Guess I really am the hard-type to say no to be asked something. If I can do it, then I have no legitimate reason to reject it. Then there comes a heap of commitment, and higher stakes of integrity. 

It's not without its benefits. With these piles of tasks, my mind keeps occupied. Just like what happened before, to another person. The irony is, it's creating a cycle. One can only break free from this cycle by letting go. Right now, there's still many works demand attentions. One by one I will finish it, then I will go somewhere. 

It's not necessarily far, not necessarily beautiful the destination. What I count more is the journey. That's why I always prefer taking journey by bicycle or foot. The least choice is public transportation. Then I will always have a sketchbook and a set of pencils in my bag, ready to be taken whenever chances presented itself for me taking a sketch.

Yeah, but right now I have to be patient. It's not about breaking free from the hectic routine, it's about finishing what I have started. Taking responsibilities from my choices. The consequences is standing on the end of the tunnel, waiting for the train I drive to reach it.

..Catching the train to London.