You told me yes
You held me high
And I believed when you told that lie
I played soldier
You played king
And struck me down when I kissed that ring
You lost that right to hold that crown
I built you up but you let me down
So when you fall I'll take my turn
And fan the flames as your blazes burn

You say you need someone
But everybody does
I'm no different than you
I just believe what I do
You point your finger at
Everyone but yourself
And blame the ones that you love
Who're only try'n to help

As it's winding down to zero
I am yours like a hero
I'll see this through
There's so much me and you
Take this enemy together
Fight these demons off forever forever forever forever

5,4,3,2,1 I won't stop until it's done
No curtain call,I will not fall
This may be the one we've been waiting for
No curtain call, just take it all

I have no time for fear
Or people in my ear
Head down and running so fast
Try not to dwell on the past
I'm fighting through this pain
And things I cannot change
Running right into the flame
Rather than running away

As it's winding down to zero
I am yours like a hero
I'll see this through
There's so much me and you
Take this enemy together
Fight these demons off forever forever forever forever

5,4,3,2,1 I won't stop until it's done
No curtain call,I will not fall
This may be the one we've been waiting for
No curtain call, just take it all

Sweat drips down from every angle
Love your body as it gathers in a pool by your feet
You turn up the heat
tossin and turnin, you cannot sleep
Quietly weep, you're in too deep

5,4,3,2,1 I won't stop until it's done
No curtain call,I will not fall
This may be the one we've been waiting for
No curtain call, just take it all

5,4,3,2,1 I won't stop until it's done
No curtain call,I will not fall
This may be the one we've been waiting for
No curtain call, just take it all

Rise with me now, and we'll walk to the shore. We'll look over the waves to the break of day. I'll hold your hand. I'll hold you close. I'll wipe away your tears, and no-one will know.

On the morning tide we'll hoist the sails to brave the crashing waves. Won't you come with me and hear the ocean sigh. And if to its depths it called us by our names, won't you sail to the shore with me.

Come to me now, and together we'll go where the clearer winds blow, far and beyond. Leaving behind all our sorrow and pride. Kissing them goodbye, into another life.

On the morning tide we'll hoist the sails to brave the crashing waves. Won't you come with me and hear the ocean sigh. And if to its depths it called us by our names, won't you sail to the shore with me. Won't you come with me. Sail to the shore with me. Won't you come with me, come with me, come with me, sail.

Love is still here. Never will it leave. You're always with me, and I'm always with you.

On the morning tide we'll hoist the sails to brave the crashing waves. Won't you come with me and hear the ocean sigh. And if to its depths it called us by our names, won't you sail to the shore with me. And we'll hoist the sails to brave the crashing waves, won't you sail to the shore with me.

I don't know how they do it, but every single Poets of the Fall song appeals to me on so many different levels, it's incredible! Temple of Thought is the title track from their newest album and for me music doesn't get better than this. Enjoy!

Chills, chills come racing down my spine, like a storm on my skin

With shaking hands, I’ll guide your sweet soul into mine, until I feel

you within. And I know, I know that it’s all about understanding. Am

I hidden inside your beautiful soul as it’s crying for love to conquer

the day slowly dawning. I want you to know you’re the heart of my

temple of thought.

So when you’re restless, I will calm the ocean for you.

In your sorrow, I will dry your tears.

When you need me, I will be the love beside you.

I’ll take away all your fears, I’ll take away all of your fears.

So you can let go all your fears.

And you stay, stay with me when I break down, like a dream come

saving. And if words should fail here, I'll just read the way you sound,

till I know the meaning of love and life. And it could be I'm

understating what it means, that you're standing behind every word

you say, to make my day slowly dawning. I want you to know you're

the heart of my temple of thought.

So when you’re restless, I will calm the ocean for you.

In your sorrow, I will dry your tears.

When you need me, I will be the love beside you.

I’ll take away all your fears, I’ll take away all of your fears.

So you can let go all your fears.

Dreams have nothing on my reality high on the scent of your skin.

I know we're riding endlessly into the sun, feel the life deep within.

So when you’re restless, I will calm the ocean for you.

In your sorrow, I will dry your tears.

When you need me, I will be the love beside you.

I’ll take away all your fears, I’ll take away all of your fears.

So you can let go all your fears.

The video below is what I made for my first term project as a MA Digital Effects student at Bournemouth University. We had to take a scene shot in the daylight above water and make it look like an underwater scene. We also had to add an artefact with a light source that would interact with the scene. This is probably not the best I could have done, but this is what I managed in 10 weeks.

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Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! :)

Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you.

A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you got to know it's normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one project. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions.

It’s always going to take a while. It’s normal to take a while. You’ve just got to fight your way through it.

- Picked up from here.

Good news - I already have the cape. :)
Bad news - I can't wear it, yet. :(

But when the time is right, I'll wear it, and fly.

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

"Chase your dreams with your own wings."

This image has been the wallpaper on my phone for over a week now (I don't usually keep the same image as wallpaper for more than 3-4 days). It's not because I like this image a lot, it's because the line means so much to me. 

I quit working with Directi two weeks ago hoping that I could use the extra time to push myself in the direction I wanted to head. However, I really haven't been able to do so. It seems I am still waiting for inspiration and motivation from external factors to push me ahead. 

I know what I want to do, and I have all the possible resources at my disposal. I am at a juncture where the next few months could decide where I'll be in the next few years. All I need is a little push. It'll be interesting to see if someone will push me in the right direction, or if I will chase my dreams with my own wings.