Dear WordPressers (That’s how I’ll be referring to you all from now on),
I have been known to blog and write a lot of inspiring, fun, and funny posts, with a side of announcements from time to time. But At the end of the last year and this year (Which is approaching to its end apparently) I have been absent from the blog scene. I showed myself from time to time just to remind the digital world and their wordpressers inhabitants that I am still alive, well, and kicking a bit higher than the average kicker; not just because I have a black belt in taekwondo, but also because my excitement threshold is off the roof.
I am a story teller, and until now, I used books.. two to be exact so far.. to conjure the spirit of my writing; which keeps growing and growing with time. And throughout the time where I appeared as I was slacking off, I was in fact busy; for my writing beast isn’t just growing anymore, it kind of mutated. I came to a vision that I wanted to share with the world; an idea I wanted to weave but I couldn’t find a tailor for it. So what choice did I have? The beast was growing inside and the idea needs to be conjured… So ‘I’ became the tailor.
I want to present a different nature of storytelling. I’m not sure how many people have came across great writers who write their stories on their blogs, chapter after chapter posted in tandem to each other. What I am planning to create is an animated novel, one chapter at a time, one episode at a time. A series where I can use more than one vessel for my talents, in music, story, sound effect, illustration and directing. I was planning to make all the voices using Adobe Audition to change my voice. It was a fine idea but it is time consuming, plus I need a full studio and all I had was a foam sheet lined box; good enough for video blogs, but for voice-overs, it will sounds like I am talking inside… well, a box. So I either have a full voice-over recording studio (Expensive$$$) or I abandon the idea (More precious to lose).
So as I reviewed my final cut without the voice over to see how the music and the sound effect sounds, I couldn’t believe myself… because I found it to be more enjoyable than having voices for my characters. It was like reading a book, and instead of reading how the scene and the character feels, you actually feel it through the SFX and the composition. And the voice-over is in your head, you give them the voice that you imagine… and nothing is better than your imagination.
Finally, and after so much work that I had to do by myself. The first episode of my animated story is done. A mixture of storytelling, wrapped with music, spiced by sound effects, presented in a plate of imagery with a dash of surrealism.
~ A. H. Amin
I was born on July 1985, so when my brothers asked me today what do I want for my birthday, my mind splat into two… a part ran on auto pilot and went with the conversation, while the other half screamed at the realization that this is the year where I turn 30. Now I know what most of you think… 30 is not that bad, it’s not 60 or 50. Well, here’s where you are wrong.
The reason why I started to view my coming decade in a darker scope is because I no longer have the energy I had when I was 20… and I lack the wisdom I should acquire at the age of 40. So this is the decade I am bound to face my obstacles, my trials and right of passage. I already miss the days where my biggest problems was this picture right here, where a simple solution would be a stick or a taller hand of an older brother.
The two parts of my brain merged back together and reason was born from both the optimist and the cynical. My mind reminded me of the many hardship I won against. My record is relatively good. So for now… I guess I’m going to ask for something expensive from my siblings… I guess some things won’t change… my family will be there to make things easier for me.
Here’s a song that I heard recently I’d like to share. How can a song about a negative future be so positive? I’ll never know… I guess I can relate… or maybe I will on my 40th birthday.
It is sometimes a good self practice to go back to your primitive origin, if one is to start his or her soul searching, then following its roots will help jog ones mind to reach awareness. That is why I go camping to find comfort in the wilderness away from the redundant and mind numbing comfort of the city. It is a good meditation for both the mind and the soul trapped inside the body. And sometimes finding a small object can lead to an imaginative glimpse into the future.
I found this key buried in the sand, greenish rust covered it’s secrets and it was obvious that it has been lost for a long time. It gave me so many questions, thus it became an object of interest. And what is interesting for me belongs inside the chest.
This is where I keep my memories, my first letter, an old mix tape I created, my first girlfriend… Her picture not the actual girl… My first… Well you get the picture. This is a chest that carries a weight, and one day it will be off and out in the open when I’m buried deep down… Hopefully not before I’m dead. So I started to imagine the numerous things, some which would be embarrassing, but then I started to imagine what ideas would that key give? First of all… Will there be keys in the future… Will my grandkids look at it and think “What’s this for? Does it have WiFi?”. Will it become an artifact? Should I start spending everything and depend on that key to be the… Well, key to their salvation? After I abandoned the cheap ideas, I started to concentrate on thoughts with a slightly higher budget.
So here they are, looking at that key, thinking there is some secret room I have kept away from them. Do I have some treasure out there? Is it the key of my first home? My first car? What did it mean to me? Those are the kinds of questions I’d like to leave behind for my generations, items that proves I have a history, no matter how vague it could be.