Soon before the parting of * and his comrades,
our leader, jagdeep(he the one who possess the vid cam),
had called forth for us to craft a film of some terrifying notions(my favorite).
We all contributed with our own individual ideas.
Ben had in mind a video of asian squinted eyed zombies.
Jagdeep, a horror remake of that guy pulling a piano and catching grenades.
I wanted a vid of a dark abstract atmosphere,
because i think that the real horror are the things imagined,
unimagined in ones own head. Phobias..ha!..you are all insane without even knowing it.
So, with the variations of ideas, we ended up extracting plot-bits from each of em.
No video of a pure plot was formed, only fun individual experimenting scenes.
We had black fabrics, a skull biker, corn starch, furniture and unprofessional acting.
The last shot we did of a dream scene where jagdeep was in space,
landing on to a bed which took form behind him. Then, he sang a happy song.
The creation of a masterpiece mattered little to me, I was just happy
that we had something different from the casual chit chat at the mamak stall.
good call my friend.
Nonetheless, the crafting of another plot had continued to haunt me for the next week.
Although knowing that it would not be realize, we still enjoy coagulating ourselves with
scenes and images in head.
Meanwhile, in a discussion between neurons in the brain.
Incinerate the affair scene and have it replaced..they are too deadly common.our leader, jagdeep(he the one who possess the vid cam),
had called forth for us to craft a film of some terrifying notions(my favorite).
We all contributed with our own individual ideas.
Ben had in mind a video of asian squinted eyed zombies.
Jagdeep, a horror remake of that guy pulling a piano and catching grenades.
I wanted a vid of a dark abstract atmosphere,
because i think that the real horror are the things imagined,
unimagined in ones own head. Phobias..ha!..you are all insane without even knowing it.
So, with the variations of ideas, we ended up extracting plot-bits from each of em.
No video of a pure plot was formed, only fun individual experimenting scenes.
We had black fabrics, a skull biker, corn starch, furniture and unprofessional acting.
The last shot we did of a dream scene where jagdeep was in space,
landing on to a bed which took form behind him. Then, he sang a happy song.
The creation of a masterpiece mattered little to me, I was just happy
that we had something different from the casual chit chat at the mamak stall.
good call my friend.
Nonetheless, the crafting of another plot had continued to haunt me for the next week.
Although knowing that it would not be realize, we still enjoy coagulating ourselves with
scenes and images in head.
Meanwhile, in a discussion between neurons in the brain.
We see them in chick flicks, action movies, pornographies and wild life documentaries,
we really don't need to see it in this one.
More twist please, more twist.
3rd Feb 9.27am
a text msg sent to 01xxxxx2417 :
Ola jagdeep, my star, I had just thought up a sinister plot at the dawn of this festive day. A short film of romance, betrayal and murder. Black & white and isolated colour for your cigarette amber. Your beautiful lover who you two had bond so intimately (female of course), have been discovered to have an affair. She attempts to murder you, but in your defense, you finally silence her with a microwave. Soundtrack, Hunter by Portishead.
death by microwave, splendid.
nitsuj
