Monday, August 27, 2018


Flash back ~ April 2003, Day 00, The One Academy, Sunway, Subang Jaya, M'sia.

It was a blistering hot day, the day I've made my first step towards my career of choice ~ art. Induction into then one of the few art colleges around, known to be one of the more creative and diverse pushing creativity in design, architecture, fine arts, advertising and digital media. I have never felt more excited going to "school" a school where I don't feel like an odd ball as everyone else was that "kid" who drew at the back of the class. The arty and creative, nerds of nerds, we all enjoyed geeking out on games, manga, film, anime and all things "normal" kids would shun away. 

In a way it was a dream come true to be free and express myself creatively with my peeps, people who support and not having to worry about being ridiculed for being different, being some one who has to take risk and breaking the boundaries and convention of our culturally conservative. Pushing ourselves and each other to be better at our crafts, learning to give and take criticism so that one day we would follow the foot steps of our peers, peers of the past, peers who set the foundation of arts we all have the leisure to learn from and follow so that maybe one day we young lings could reach for the stars and reach our goals, to fulfill our dreams. 

Mine? ~ Gun Dream : Battle Angel Alita. 

Was the 1st manga I read picked up and watched the pages flow, and boy did it blow my puny 10 year old mind.

Maybe one day some one will make it, maybe I'll make it? That was the goal set that day I step through those doors, I would work my way to one day fulfill my dream, after all it's just a dream right? A target so far away and unreachable, a nice goal to try to achieve, something to strive for, something to hope for. It was wishful dreaming.

May 2003....

HotDog Magazine Article

"What I like about it is that when we first meet Alita she's very young, she's sort of almost pre-pubescent in a way, and she actually matures throughout the story. I like that, that the development of her mind actually affects her physicality. There's a lot of really great things about it, and there's a lot of things ? whether the artist really intended them or not ? that I read into it, and so I think it'll be a good fusion of what Kishiro created and how I would do things." 

"The manga is very episodic and very discordant ? it's not internally consistent, meaning sometimes she looks like one thing and has one set of abilities, and at the whim of Kishiro he'll go off on a whole different tangent. It needs to be fused and focused and given a centralised storyline. But the character will be very, very true to Alita as she is in the manga." 

"Motorball might find its way more into the second film ? I definitely want to do more than one film. I want to create a world and a character that can go through at least one more film, possibly more. And that's not just for the classic financial reasons, it's just that I think there's a possibility for a real mythology here, so I feel that this is a good canvas to do something big that's got more scope." 

"Battle Angel is a very real possibility, and that's the film that I fully intend to direct, that I *will* direct ? the issue is will it be the next film, or will it be the one after the next film? That's really all there is to it at this point. We've done a tremendous amount of design for the film, we're fine-tuning the script, it's just a matter of time.", says James Cameron. 

*Tick ~ Tock ver.2.0

Days turn to night,
Day in day out it's flight or fight,
My fruits of labour sours, where's the light,
My source of power, my dreams at night.

Seasons bloom into years, I truly fear
Missing the only boat, unfurling at the seams,
Reasons of fear; Time crawls up my rear,
Snickering, oh they gloat, as I yearn for my dreams,
Grinning ear to ear, their intentions clear,
My goals are so far fetched and it's no where near,
Their long slim grin, truly a sin.

I push on, blood, sweat and tears.
I push on, but I fear
Shattering my mind, fragmented by Time,
Pressure of Time, slowly losing my mind,
My only actions are mine,
Rushing on, my life on the line.

Like the sentence in this line,
Optimism in the mundane I find,
To lift me up, to not give up,
To scream fuck fear and crawl out of my dump,

My hearts pounding, my psyche pumped,
It's now or never, times run out.
The last push I make, is the last bullet I'll take,
Gambled my life for my dreams, I sailed across the lake,
I held my breath ~ approached The Gate,
The thoughts of standing in my very own wake.

The longest breath I took,
The farthest goal in sight,
There I stood, my body shook,
My dreams, The Dreams I dreamt that night.

All those feelings of regret,
All those remorse and tears I've shed,
All those stares, the glares I get,
All in time will I never forget.

Here I stand.

The boy in the man.

Here, me, I am....

Flash Forward ~ 2018 Sept 27th, Ports B, Windy Wellington, NZ.

... Here, I am.

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