i bought this dvd from target yesterday. without knowing any plot of this. I found this film very interesting. you should watch this. if you get the idea of this film, then you will know why i start this project, why i want to make this thing work, and what in my crazy mind i wish would happen in the very end of it.
take a look of the trailer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siXe9XC723s
it's installation time!
JC
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Woods
the city is dangerous
danger lies in the
over-abundance of man-
made objects, idols
man built the city
to glorify himself
god created nature
filled with beauty and splendor
to remind us
that he lives among
us, sinners
consumed by narcissism and greed
destroyers of his
gifts, outward and inward
god lies
in the woods
his whispers ride
the wind, pushes
the worries away
i go to the woods to talk to god
i go to the city to sin
danger lies in the
over-abundance of man-
made objects, idols
man built the city
to glorify himself
god created nature
filled with beauty and splendor
to remind us
that he lives among
us, sinners
consumed by narcissism and greed
destroyers of his
gifts, outward and inward
god lies
in the woods
his whispers ride
the wind, pushes
the worries away
i go to the woods to talk to god
i go to the city to sin
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
birthday girl
happy birthday, cherry blossom girl. happy birthday.
--JC
you are sick and you are beautiful.
--JC
you are sick and you are beautiful.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
once
late night snacks under the moon light shine.
I've been so tired lately, but today, I just can't sleep.
I wonder why because it feels like I've been waiting and hoping for thousand years, and why this love I gave out not returning back to me?
maybe it will ended up to be a good novel someday with those typical first line... "once up on a time, there's this guy who met this girl and..."
the novel will also end up with this type of line... "you know what, shit happens, and there's nothing he/she can do about it..."
only if things could be much more simple, right? in life, in love, in things that we all desire.
fuck, i miss her right now while my veggi-burgers are sizzling in the oven.
the cold aluminum of my powerbook serve no justice to this empty space that i put myself into.
late night snacks under the moon light
shine
brighten up the night
but could it brighten up the one that once lost and haven't been found?
--JC
I've been so tired lately, but today, I just can't sleep.
I wonder why because it feels like I've been waiting and hoping for thousand years, and why this love I gave out not returning back to me?
maybe it will ended up to be a good novel someday with those typical first line... "once up on a time, there's this guy who met this girl and..."
the novel will also end up with this type of line... "you know what, shit happens, and there's nothing he/she can do about it..."
only if things could be much more simple, right? in life, in love, in things that we all desire.
fuck, i miss her right now while my veggi-burgers are sizzling in the oven.
the cold aluminum of my powerbook serve no justice to this empty space that i put myself into.
late night snacks under the moon light
shine
brighten up the night
but could it brighten up the one that once lost and haven't been found?
--JC
Saturday, February 21, 2009
i am worry because the state of my mind is not so clear once again.
i hate to say this, but really, this whole problem has been haunting me for all these times.
whenever i am alone, i am just driving, driving, driving, and driving.
i can't stop, because once i stop, i will be start thinking this problem.
once i stop and pull out of the highway, i will try to get there.
a place that i shouldn't be.
a place that i have the right to be, but i can't.
and just because i don't hear anything from her anymore that is driving me crazy from time to time.
i have to keep myself occupied or i go back to the same place i started
i don't know anything anymore and i don't know why i am doing this
no hope only love. the one thing that brings people and tear up the people in the same time.
-JC
i hate to say this, but really, this whole problem has been haunting me for all these times.
whenever i am alone, i am just driving, driving, driving, and driving.
i can't stop, because once i stop, i will be start thinking this problem.
once i stop and pull out of the highway, i will try to get there.
a place that i shouldn't be.
a place that i have the right to be, but i can't.
and just because i don't hear anything from her anymore that is driving me crazy from time to time.
i have to keep myself occupied or i go back to the same place i started
i don't know anything anymore and i don't know why i am doing this
no hope only love. the one thing that brings people and tear up the people in the same time.
-JC
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Pel is dressed in hearts. Valentine's Day is coming up, 3 days away. We are making cards in all of the classrooms, a lesson on addresses, postage, letters, mailpeople. All of them will get a card in the mail on Saturday, if I've gotten the addresses right.
"I love hearts," Pel says, red plastic rhinestone-dotted hearts on her pierced ears, small pink hearts on her red turtleneck, a sparkly white heart on a thin cord around her neck.
"I can tell. You're covered in them! And look, they are all around the room! Do you know why there are so many hearts all around this week?"
She smiles, and turns her face towards mine eagerly, her dark brown pigtails swaying from their perch high on her head. Pel likes being asked questions. "Valentine's Day" she says.
We start talking about cards and candy, and what we love and how we say "I love you." I tell her you can say "I love you" in any language, even silent ones, and ones that aren't really what you would think a language is at all.
She asks what language is.
"What do you speak at home? Arabic?"
"Kurdish."
"What do you speak at school?"
"English."
I begin to explain something about language when Pel says "Kurdish is Islam. Islam is good." She smiles brightly.
Pel is seven. She learned English in 3 months.
"Do you go to mosque?"
She nods happily.
"Do you go on the weekends?"
Nod. Smile spreading.
"Do you go on the weekdays?"
Nod, smile widening. She is moving a yellow marker, cap off, absently, from one hand to another, tilting it up and down.
"You go during the week and during the weekend?"
"Yes, both" she says, small teeth winking out in her smile.
"Islam is good" she says again, putting her marker down and picking up a pencil.
"I'm glad Islam is good for you. Does it make you happy?"
Smile, nod, gleaming eyes.
"Do you like Islam?"
I tilt my head. "I don't like or dislike Islam. It just isn't right for me."
On the bottom of the coloring sheet of the bear in the dress with the purse, holding a heart-shaped valentine, Pel draw a "t".
"Do you like this?"
I shake my head. "No, Christianity is not right for me. Islam is good for you, Christianity is good for some people, but neither is right for me."
She nods, picks up her yellow marker, and starts working on the Bear's beaded necklace.
"I love hearts," Pel says, red plastic rhinestone-dotted hearts on her pierced ears, small pink hearts on her red turtleneck, a sparkly white heart on a thin cord around her neck.
"I can tell. You're covered in them! And look, they are all around the room! Do you know why there are so many hearts all around this week?"
She smiles, and turns her face towards mine eagerly, her dark brown pigtails swaying from their perch high on her head. Pel likes being asked questions. "Valentine's Day" she says.
We start talking about cards and candy, and what we love and how we say "I love you." I tell her you can say "I love you" in any language, even silent ones, and ones that aren't really what you would think a language is at all.
She asks what language is.
"What do you speak at home? Arabic?"
"Kurdish."
"What do you speak at school?"
"English."
I begin to explain something about language when Pel says "Kurdish is Islam. Islam is good." She smiles brightly.
Pel is seven. She learned English in 3 months.
"Do you go to mosque?"
She nods happily.
"Do you go on the weekends?"
Nod. Smile spreading.
"Do you go on the weekdays?"
Nod, smile widening. She is moving a yellow marker, cap off, absently, from one hand to another, tilting it up and down.
"You go during the week and during the weekend?"
"Yes, both" she says, small teeth winking out in her smile.
"Islam is good" she says again, putting her marker down and picking up a pencil.
"I'm glad Islam is good for you. Does it make you happy?"
Smile, nod, gleaming eyes.
"Do you like Islam?"
I tilt my head. "I don't like or dislike Islam. It just isn't right for me."
On the bottom of the coloring sheet of the bear in the dress with the purse, holding a heart-shaped valentine, Pel draw a "t".
"Do you like this?"
I shake my head. "No, Christianity is not right for me. Islam is good for you, Christianity is good for some people, but neither is right for me."
She nods, picks up her yellow marker, and starts working on the Bear's beaded necklace.
Friday, February 6, 2009
he did it all for you, so what about me? who is gonna do it for me?
this is my body and i am keeping it awake.
all it's been pretty rough, because to be honest, 50% of time i don't know what i am doing anymore, 50% i found a lot i wish to do, and i started, but the end result is nothing being accomplished.
all it's been pretty rough, because to be honest, 50% of time i don't know what i am doing anymore, 50% i found a lot i wish to do, and i started, but the end result is nothing being accomplished.
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