Tangled up in my masks,
It is myself I seek,
To comprehend the convoluted,
It is a little simplicity I seek,
To contain the aggravation within,
It is a little peace I seek,
To survive this unempathizing world,
It is a little disconnection I seek,
To break the monotony of solitude,
It is a little love I seek,
To pour out the miseries untold,
It is a tear-drop I seek,
To share myself with You,
It is Your warm embrace I seek,
To give meaning to my existence,
It is only You I seek.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Until the next one
Writer: There is a reason why people fall in love. Maybe it's the dropped handkerchief, a meeting in the back of a van, or maybe just plain desperation. My problem is only that I can see the reason. My problem is that I am a reasonable man. Tell me, how can a reasonable man fall in love?
Director: You know Henry, the creature you speak of has been extinct for over 30 years now. There are no reasonable men on this planet anymore. I thought I swatted the last of that scourge in 1970. You're not trying to tell me you are a reasonable man? Are you?
Writer: I am trying to tell you that the character I am writing in Jack is a reasonable man.
Director: Oh, is that right? Does he wear a lightbulb on his head too?
Writer: Now what's that supposed to mean?
Director: Oh nothing. It's beyond reason.
Writer: Well say that then (pause) maybe I'll rewrite it?
Director: Drop it. It's too cerebral anyway. Throw in some warmth in there will you? We don't want our audience to freeze in Siberia!
Writer: But Siberia's the perfect setting for this.
Director: (coldly) Because it's cold?
Writer: No because it's white. It's pure. It is...
Director: Frigid.
Writer: I see.
Director: Yes.
Writer: So what do I do about it?
Director: Have you seen a doctor? I believe there are specialists for this kind of thing. You mean you really never want to do it?
Writer: What?
Director: You know...
Writer: See?
Director: Well that would be a start...
Writer: Well I am quite happy in my own world. It's a little bland, but you can develop a taste for bland.
Director: Oh.
Writer: Yeah.
Director: You know what, I think we could really use a drink.
Writer: I'll drink to that!
Director: Me too.
Writer: So how did you know I'm colour blind?
Director: You're colour blind?
Writer: Yeah. How did you know?
Director: Oh.
Writer: What? Come on, how did you know, was it the ice? So much white in my writing?
Director: Well, how did you know?
Writer: Hmmm, they had all these charts, and they were in all these beautiful shades. But something was aesthetically wrong. The gradients on those shades, they were disharmonic. It was horrible.
Director: So how did you deal with it?
Writer: (change in tone) I started writing. Ha ha. I discovered when it came to writing, the rest of the world was colour blind.
Director: (defensive) I still think Siberia could be changed as a location though.
Writer: (aggressive) Keep thinking. It's gonna be Siberia.
Director: And the re-writes?
Writer: In your dreams buddy boy.
Director: (frustrated) And for once I thought I was getting through to you. For once.
Writer: Believe me. You are. Good luck next time buddy boy.
(Director stunned exits)
Writer: (pours himself a drink and hides it behind his back) 'Ella, can you get me my laptop please.
Ella: But you promised...
Writer: 'Ella not now. I need to write.
Ella: Oh, you're gonna write?
Writer: Yeah, it's come to me.
Ella: I love it when you are like this.
Writer: Yeah love, it's set in Mexico. It has passion. It has sex. It has ... warmth, and you know what? I even know who is going to direct it! This is the big one 'Ella. This is what I've been waiting for. What we've been waiting for. This is Technicolour.
Ella: You're really gonna do it then?
Writer: Yes. I am a different writer. I am coloured. Colour is my passion.
Ella: (laughing) You sound racist. You wanna come up and celebrate your new idea?
Writer: But I am. This is my race. And I'm on steroids. I can’t wait to start celebrating! Laptop please baby.
Ella: (pause) Alright.
Writer: Good night then. See you in a couple of months.
Ella: (sadly) Right. (raises a glass that was lying on the table) Until the next one.
Writer: (Produces a glass from behind his back). Love you baby, until the next one.
(glasses clink... Fadeout)
Director: You know Henry, the creature you speak of has been extinct for over 30 years now. There are no reasonable men on this planet anymore. I thought I swatted the last of that scourge in 1970. You're not trying to tell me you are a reasonable man? Are you?
Writer: I am trying to tell you that the character I am writing in Jack is a reasonable man.
Director: Oh, is that right? Does he wear a lightbulb on his head too?
Writer: Now what's that supposed to mean?
Director: Oh nothing. It's beyond reason.
Writer: Well say that then (pause) maybe I'll rewrite it?
Director: Drop it. It's too cerebral anyway. Throw in some warmth in there will you? We don't want our audience to freeze in Siberia!
Writer: But Siberia's the perfect setting for this.
Director: (coldly) Because it's cold?
Writer: No because it's white. It's pure. It is...
Director: Frigid.
Writer: I see.
Director: Yes.
Writer: So what do I do about it?
Director: Have you seen a doctor? I believe there are specialists for this kind of thing. You mean you really never want to do it?
Writer: What?
Director: You know...
Writer: See?
Director: Well that would be a start...
Writer: Well I am quite happy in my own world. It's a little bland, but you can develop a taste for bland.
Director: Oh.
Writer: Yeah.
Director: You know what, I think we could really use a drink.
Writer: I'll drink to that!
Director: Me too.
Writer: So how did you know I'm colour blind?
Director: You're colour blind?
Writer: Yeah. How did you know?
Director: Oh.
Writer: What? Come on, how did you know, was it the ice? So much white in my writing?
Director: Well, how did you know?
Writer: Hmmm, they had all these charts, and they were in all these beautiful shades. But something was aesthetically wrong. The gradients on those shades, they were disharmonic. It was horrible.
Director: So how did you deal with it?
Writer: (change in tone) I started writing. Ha ha. I discovered when it came to writing, the rest of the world was colour blind.
Director: (defensive) I still think Siberia could be changed as a location though.
Writer: (aggressive) Keep thinking. It's gonna be Siberia.
Director: And the re-writes?
Writer: In your dreams buddy boy.
Director: (frustrated) And for once I thought I was getting through to you. For once.
Writer: Believe me. You are. Good luck next time buddy boy.
(Director stunned exits)
Writer: (pours himself a drink and hides it behind his back) 'Ella, can you get me my laptop please.
Ella: But you promised...
Writer: 'Ella not now. I need to write.
Ella: Oh, you're gonna write?
Writer: Yeah, it's come to me.
Ella: I love it when you are like this.
Writer: Yeah love, it's set in Mexico. It has passion. It has sex. It has ... warmth, and you know what? I even know who is going to direct it! This is the big one 'Ella. This is what I've been waiting for. What we've been waiting for. This is Technicolour.
Ella: You're really gonna do it then?
Writer: Yes. I am a different writer. I am coloured. Colour is my passion.
Ella: (laughing) You sound racist. You wanna come up and celebrate your new idea?
Writer: But I am. This is my race. And I'm on steroids. I can’t wait to start celebrating! Laptop please baby.
Ella: (pause) Alright.
Writer: Good night then. See you in a couple of months.
Ella: (sadly) Right. (raises a glass that was lying on the table) Until the next one.
Writer: (Produces a glass from behind his back). Love you baby, until the next one.
(glasses clink... Fadeout)
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