speak a little louder, i cant seem to tell who you are

Dialogue reveals character.

how true this is. ive watched a few silent films in Intro To Film during this semester and ive to admit how very unimpressed i am. how could the facial expression of someone be enough to tell it all really. well yes, a kind face for a kind heart, a cunning face for a wicked mind. but how do you really reveal it without having to say anything? i cant decipher that myself.

so its true, dialogue does reveal character.

and we discussed abot about the kind of dialogue batman and robin practices which tickled me quite abit. really intrigues me on how dumb and unfulfillable some films can be.

In week seven, we talked about Character.
Is it enough to just create a character so that he/she can help you along with the plot? Aristotle says that character is important. and i agree. i have no idea why the discussion of plot and character is brought up again cuz i think ive already mentioned it earlier tho. but anyho, ive been watching a few shows recently and my brother have been rather annoying, replaying THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS on repeat.

i personally feel that the plot was alright but the characters really ruined the entires show. the script sucked even more.

ive so little to say for this entry really because most have been washed out.

my memory battles every experience that fights to win me

write what you do not know because you will find some part of you that knows

i remember clearly how ever experience bites me. yet every memory itch at my skin constantly. where is the line you draw between memory and experience? how is it different? wait, is it even different.

Sixth week of story telling got me thinking on how much an experience or a memory could work on a story. so i started writing about an experience. and i started another story on a memory. i realized they were trains going on different tracks yet heading to the same destination. the difference had to be the emotional context. with experience i am able to convey the physical episodes i was made to go through during the process, with experience, my story became interesting, yet basic. with memory, i allowed my pen to flow naturally.

memory gave me the freedom to spice my story.my memory isnt what happenes in factual time. my memory contained each smell, taste, sight, touch, thought i had in my mind, whether or not it happened. it gave me the freedom to play with my words, gave me the ability to spin more then what i saw and felt. it gave me the world to create with what could have been and what never was.

surely there is a difference between memory and experience, of which memory suits me better to write with. my memories stay victor and conquers. my memories wins over.

ELECTION

election was pretty full of drama which i personally feel was exaggerated. i really have no idea what the movie taught me at all. if it was meant to be a tragedy.. it failed to be one.

the plot. the character.

verdict? CHARACTER CHARACTER CHARACTER mans.

questions were raised bout how the importance of each weighed. personally, character deems superiority. how could a plot be carried out with a less than charming character. yet lets say on another hand, a plot doesnt reach its standard, but the characters played its role well enough to keep the audience triggered.  wouldnt the inferiority of its plot play little attention to the audiences?

think about it. your stuck in the most mundane situation but being a most joyous person, evreything could change.

im sho your on my side by now.

WHEN I WENT HOME EARLIER THAN USUAL ON FRIDAY

 

see this is what happens. i lack the knowledge to speak of anything at all. except that tomorrow is storytelling and i am gna be lacking. apologies.it is impossible for me get a short clip all done up, many reasons. have i mentioned that im gonna try to go skinny again, yes. i feel the past months at my stomach already and i feel sick to have to face it when naked.

from self

learning that having to tell a story is to start from oneself arouses so many ideas. given the fact that growing through the childhood years and teenage life has given me more than enough drama. we discussed sbout how conflict gives the story a peak and yes, very true it is that conflicts gives too much entertainment. it seems to be that every film watched or even a story read has an objective in it, most time to love, or to win for a good cause. and in attaining the different goals, conflict arises : another lover, another friend, an unsuspecting enemy,  a natural disaster .  Friday asked of 5 stories by the next,  containing  50words each.  As  mentioned earlier,  each story starts from  within and no where else. to learn something from else where is to have the thought developed in yourself first. and so whatever we have adapted from around us, ironically, came from within.

we spoke abit about how art could only be called a piece of art if it involves the participation of the surrounding, this of which i feel dissimilar to. i do not read the lives of great painters or musicians but ive lived my own and from it, ive learnt so much about art. one of which i have learnt is that not all a person does could only be accounted for when its seen by another. what i am trying to put across is that life is a piece of art, the most exquisite and authentic piece anyone could ever get close to. and having work on this piece of art for so long now, no one has ever seen or come near the art that ive been working on but i have taken pride in every stoke made and suffered pain in every mistake made. no one could see and tell how much ive worked on this piece of art. but even if my masterpiece ends with no audience to critic it, it is still, a piece of art. no second thought, no doubt about it.

i hope i made sense. if i didn’t, it wouldn’t be surprising. if i did, we should be good friends.

FRIDAY (im in love)

so different it is to be in a classroom during a Friday afternoon. a change after these 2 months. holidays had always been victor in my heart. given the fact that it gives me so many many many time with my #1 joyboy(!)

trigger me (!) i have vague memory of happenings of Friday’s. excuse me for refreshments. 20min after 1pm yet the corridor was quite a clean sight which lecturer apologized and neatly excused himself for. blocked mans, srsly blocked(?). explanations on different writings due to perspective of the writer eg. 3rd person (tell me i am right). mr.L came with a so very uninspiring opener for a test on abilities with creativeness in composing a story from there. and thats it, right?

this entry seems totally unkewl in so many ways, gimme time. C learns quick quick quick, fast.

,till next Friday