End of The Year

Its been a year. Almost. Today's the last day.

Any regrets, aspirations and achievements should be left behind. 

Forget it all. Take on the new. A change.

This is the last animation for the year 2013. Immerse yourself.

Erratic Behaviour

A & a

Words and sketches show no features,

Anger and madness paints the picture.

Silence is for the deaf,

Being outspoken is for the brave.

One cannot live while the other lives,

Who will sacrifice for the other's need?

For thy cannot live with the other's greed,

Yet time does not do man his bid.

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Think Again

This is a Tree.

There are times when we feel that we are absolutely certain and insistent on something, yet we are wrong.

There are things around us, that we may feel to be influenced by us, we may be correct.

For someone who has never seen the sun, his viewpoint may be considerably different to the rest of us; yet it doesn't mean his interpretation is wrong. Is it?

Well, think again,

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Vertigo - When Motion Stops

Life has always been a parallax for man. Our sophistication makes it harder for us to understand it, rendering life experiences to each their own. 

What happens beyond life? We know not of. 

What happens in the future? We cannot tell.

12 Again

Hair,

Hair,

Hair,

Everywhere.

Snip,

Snap,

Click,

Brand new you.

Swish,

Swoosh,

Poof,

Sultry smooth. 

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Frostbite

Flecked with spit, on the cold floor he lay. Shivering and convulsing, he strains himself. Digits numbed, yet still scrabbling. His icy cage.

Time seems to slow. Every minute passes slower than the past. His breath frosting on his lips, it cracks but does not bleed.

Screams and shrieks they seem to fade. Shallow breathing at his pace. In the pitch black darkness, pretending to pray; for the Lord he knows, but would not go away.

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Its Not Easy Being Me

I am a pig. I live on a farm. 

One day, my master said to me, "Hey fatty! Please do not poo in my car! My son does not like to eat chocolate chip cookies'.

The next day, my master sent me to the butcher. 
To the butcher I said, "Hello Mr Butcher. How may I help you today?". 
The butcher took me aside and said "Hi fatty, you have grown fat and plump since I saw you. I apologize for having to do this", and with that, he slaughtered me with his big knife.

I was sent to Butcher's Deli to be made into Blackforest Smoked Ham!

This afternoon, a family bought slices of me for lunch. They said I was delicious, and would buy me again; if there was any left.

I am proud to be a pig.

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Oxidized

Current pulses through my veins, channeling through the many receptors of pain. At the speed or light, or faster maybe; it floods my system with charged particles. Searching for an exit, it bursts and sparks at every obstacle.

I know not of what occurs on the other side. May the stream flow elegantly to the chorus of the withering trees, or the yawns of the sickly pale Eucalyptus. Brilliance at every node, and every beginning; I arrive to think. 

Pain. Beauty. Oxidization. 

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The Miner

Sparks showering,

Lights flicker for a moment.

A low cry,

Slithering in the darkness.

Axe thuds,

Rolls out in a bag,

Moaning sobs,

Fills the empty cavern.

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Questionable Honesty

Little by little,

Edge to edge.

Feathering lightness,

Shadows to end.

Greed and passion,

Things in hand.

Onions and fire,

Burns to no end.

Boxes and pharaohs,

A scarified hand.

Angels and demons,

There is only man.

Lions and louts,

Both are sane.

Same same but different,

Now who's insane?

Arrogance and betrayal,

A traitor of blood.

Brethren beware,

Up to this day.

The box remains,

Closed till today.

Choose wisely for one day,

Your pride, my shame.

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Coming Home

Going home is as if departing for a separate dimension.

A parallel world cloned from the beginning of one's existence, with the power of creation through imagination.

The two world fuses.

Squirts

Squirting into my eyes,

Stinging and burns.

Your fragrance,

I savour.

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Summer Bum-Boy

Seasons pass,

Leaves change.

Frosted glass.

Window pane.

Freed from the present,

Chained by the past.

As far as the wind may blow,

The leaf will embrace its roots again.

Oiled and hot,

Ready for the fry-up.

Scorching hot,

In the sweltering summer heat.

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Sanityzed

The whispers and the mumbles float with the faraway wind.

Floating intercontinental; in search of me.

Found I am; once again they,

Voices in the shadows yearn for me.

Echoing voices fill the cavity,

The house, rooms, and my sanity.

Loud brazen thoughts of the my surroundings,

Reflecting and bouncing; waves erupting from me.

To whom I speak and whom I trust,

The troubles have begun,

With those things that I could not ask...

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Stay In The Dark

Once

Away from the roots,

The leaves are strong.

Lithe,

Flexible,

Tough,

Elegant.

Panning downwards where the tree was born,

Weaknesses are evident and defeat stays prolonged.

Moist,

Earthy,

Pungent,

Rough.

Spreading fingers upon the ground, 

Penetrating its dampness that seems rather profound.

Crawling with unseens the darkness looms,

The abrupt silence when the bud finally blooms.

Whats underneath every beauty never comes to light,

The inner workings of beauty should never;

Never,

Ever,

Come,

To.

Light.

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Hit ad Miss

Mutual respect.

When an experience is classified as a near death experience; for the general public, it would usually freaking out. 

Shock.

Yet when one is unfazed by the point where one's front legs were an inch away from being sheared off; or mushed under those unnecessarily big wheels; what does that tell you about the person?

Capturing Emotions

Shimmering

Reflecting

Alluring

Glimpses

Vibrations

Breeze

Flickering

Pounding

Searing

Numb

Pale

Dead

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Fruit. Fly

When the introduction of commercial airlines, especially budget ones were introduced into our fragile world; hope was breathed into our lonely lives. We were promised that flying would no longer be a barrier between the rich and the poor, or the fortunate and those lesser.

However, as a banana; I represent my fellow fruit members of this ravaged planet to question the flight system.
Why aren't organic zombies not allowed on flights? While the zombie eating counterparts are?

Its like letting pacman fly overseas, and leaving the BOO ghosts behind =(

So here it is, my fellow fruit members of the vast universe (ohh alright... You vegetable members are allowed too), this animation is to put forward our long asked questions.

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Banana

"Why change how the way the world sees you, when you can share your point of view?"

Erratic Behaviour, 2013

The sea is wide and far, yet it is limited by the reaches of the earth.

The land is brave and stark, as it rises from the sea.

The air is lithe and boundless, yet how far does it stretch?

You are as mighty as can be, but only if you dare.

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True Beginnings

Teaching can be fun..... or HELL! (ask my past teachers hahah)

I like imparting my personal experiences and knowledge to the far reaches of the wonderfully confused world. I don't like to teach, but instead; I like to experiment.

Instead of being my students, you are all my test subjects! Hahahah  =P

Anyway, I ran a trial Stop Motion Animation workshop a few days ago. It went surprisingly well =)
Here's what we came up with.

If you know who and have a way to get a hold on me, we could probably arrange a quick crash course =) [thats if you're interested ;) ]

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Solitude

They say the most beautiful of things should be shared with the ones you love.
The biggest portion of meat should be given to daddy.
The shadiest place under the tree should be reserved for mummy.

These acts of selflessness are never appreciated when done right. To cause a commotion over your "extra effort" to make someone else's life better is to make your appreciation and love a chore.

A job.

A man can work for 40 hours a week, and not complain; because he is doing it for his family. If he doesn't have a family, would he continue doing so?

*I have not, an idea what ^ that is about, but I really just wanted an introduction to better grasp what's down below (no puns intended) haha*

Jitters

Blood pounding in my ears,

Goosebumps creeping down my nape.

A breath of wind sweeping over me,

I am tense.

Eyes darting back and forth,

Licks lips nervously.

Shoulders square and set,

Preparing for fight or flight.

All that came,

All that left.

The coast is clear.

It has begun.

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Humility

The sun has parted from the moon once more,

Lifting itself from the wispy clouds.

As mighty as it may be,

It rises for me.

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Once Upon A Time

Its a strange feeling to wake up and look in the mirror,

To see something that has been present for the past 50 years missing, yet feel completely normal. 

Life leading up to this point has been greatly appreciated, however;

You want to feel sick, 

You want to believe you're unwell, 

But nothing has changed.

We fear ourselves.

When we are most pure,

When we are the weakest,

When we are human.

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The Balding Effect

Hair loss. 

It is a big deal. Stop downplaying it fellow men.

We both know you've taken a hit. Your ego and your pride has been injured. You have lost your proudest possession, and it hurts.

Yes it does.

Yet, it is not the end. 

Just as you begin to break down, and spiral into depression or worse; JUST STOP.

Many people around you will tell you that it is just hair. Nothing much.

Have they been in this situation? Most of them, no.

Have I? No. But I do know your plight. 

Think of the loss of your hair as a new page in the scrapbook. 

Think of all the things you can do with it.

Tattoo your scalp!

Use it as a canvas to explore your creative side!

HAVE FUN!

*I know it may not make much sense to anyone reading this, but it came up pretty well in my mind. Somehow it just came out wrong. Hahaah.

Bald, balding, and yet to be bald men alike. Hold onto your courage, for I am with you.

Transitionally,

Unconventionally,

Always.

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Creeper

I name thee Creeper... 

The door hangs ajar, inviting the darkness into the realm of man. 

Billowing drapes fluttering seamlessly in its fading breath.

A moan escapes from deep within you.

From a distance, I stand watch.

The moon is nigh tonight.

An open invitation to us all.

Creatures of the darkness stray and strafe.

This one is mine.

Mist and fog shrouds around your bed.

Concealed and poised, I creep.

Rising, rising, and risen, I enter.

Tracing around your contours,

Your petite slender figure.

Inhaling the scent lingering on your skin,

It is time.

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Shock Treatment

Cannibal Holocaust - Watch it if you can find it.
Well, GOOGLE it beforehand!

As human beings, we consider ourselves as advanced sentient creatures; having the abilities to think ahead and create many wonderful things to enhance our miserable lives.

Yet however much we may be smarter or more cunning, we are still animals. Feral and violent.
We may cringe or pretend to, when we observe or witness an act of violence such as suicides and murders, accidents too, but deep inside, we feel a strange and disturbing sense of satisfaction.
Watching another in pain, watching another living being suffering makes us feel better about ourselves. It makes us feel like we are more fortunate than them, it makes us believe that it will only happen to "people like them", and never to us, because we are good/ better/ or more well off.

"Elitism is the greatest lies we tell ourselves each day, everyday throughout our petty unimportant lives"

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Violence is the key to survival. 

"Sheep will always be sheep, the prey; unless one day, when the sheep starts to devour its predators; a new life will begin for all"

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The general society makes us conform and comply to the "hidden/invisible" rules of "being human". We are taught that man trapping is wrong, yet animal trapping is acceptable.

Why?

Why is killing another creature that does not resemble what you see in the mirror daily acceptable, whilst the killing of someone like you considered murder?

*My train of thought has left me, and I am unable to complete this essay. I do sincerely apologise, to the kind readers out there; but do yourself a favour. Ask yourself these questions at least once a day, for a week; you might probably understand what I'm getting at.*

To me, 

Jeremy the boy; and Jeremiah the dog is the same.

Both are creatures of the living world,

Both are feral creatures.

Both are monsters,

Just like you and I.

*Viewer discretion advised*

(YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

Nipples

I do apologize for the lack of man nipples. They're harder to model =P

Proud and strong,

From time to time,

Some stand tall,

Others don't.

I know when you're feeling cold.

I know when you like what you see.

I know when you think of me.

Regardless of he, she or... it?

We all have it,

Essential to survival it is,

Yet why are we so afraid,

To let me be portrayed?

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I'm Waiting =D

Like my handmade paper Spitfire? =P

The sun has finally chosen to stay,

Peeking out from behind the thicket of clouds,

Bathing us in its glorious heartwarming rays of life,

Driving us out from under the hedge,

Out we come to play.

The long ridiculed sprinkle,

The one we named as rain,

Grown up it has been,

From struggling weak pee-like tinkles,

To the tree-breaking torrential gale.

Abby and George hand in hand,

One eating another in the unforgiving land,

The cycle must resume from the break, 

And I'd assume that,

Cornelius is waiting for that change.

I am waiting for your change =)

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Somebody That I used To Know

FYI, it wasn't me. A housemate assaulted him and his life was taken.

Long hairy legs,

Lightly tanned skin.

Quick on your feet,

Sharp on your wits.

Dear George, 

You will be.

Remembered by us,

But CLEARLY,

Not missed.

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Hurry Up Already!

C'mon already!!! FOOOODDD

Scrounging scraps,

Licking paws,

Scratching neck,

Waiting for footsteps.

Thumping tail,

Yelping excitedly,

Racing through,

Skidding stop.

A scraping,

Metal on metal,

Oh goody!

It's dinnertime!

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Guardian Angel

Meet George.
My protector,
My guardian angel.
(regardless I like it or not... Meh)

In the moisture thick air,

Condensation on my skin,

The formation of water droplets,

Yet I wait for you.

In the late of night,

The darkness of the room,

Illuminated by the sole street lamp,

Waiting for your return.

I may not be pretty,

Nor am I nice to hold,

But you know that I care,

And I will always be there.

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I've Been There Too...

It's happening again... Erratic Behaviour 2013

Ruffling through the pages,

Nodding off into slumber.

Specs sliding and slipping,

A sip from his tumbler.

Soft music dancing in his mind,

His eyes start to wander.

Friend, let me remind,

Do try to avoid this blunder.

A voice whispers,

A calling from the abyss.

Slowly the rose withers,

Petals falling to the ground.

Unto the pavement it steadily drips,

Liquid neither sweet nor savoury, it stains.

While its incensed muskiness fades in time,

Its memories stubbornly remains.

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Phenomenology : The Human Experience

Blinded -  Erratic Behaviour

A repetition, 

The pattering footsteps,

Counting the number of taps,

Her heart beats.

The delirious fumes,

Long tendrils snaking,

The steady rumble,

It approaches.

Strong and rebellious,

The gusts of smoke lashes,

The moisture builds up,

Broken is a bead of sweat.

Jostling and jarring,

Not understanding,

Emotions clouded,

A look of apathy.

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The Third Person

Progeny, the child of fear.

Take a step back, then another two backwards.

I have been made aware that education pre, and post, are in reality; borrowed time.

Its as if for that certain time frame, life was on rent.

After all the education we have received, and all that we have achieved in our 'educational' years remain as a scratching, a stamp, or a mark on a flimsy piece of parchment; as a summary of our feats and our past.

Should we allow such an atrocious manner, when it comes to something of such importance?

Yet, we should ruminate about its importance. 

Is it actually of value?

Life after an educational era, is known as the 'debt repayment scheme'.

With the pretense of families, hobbies, religion, politics, and such; we entrapt ourselves in a mist, a thick viscous liquid. It swirls and coagulates, churns then congeals; coating, slathering, and suffocating us in the petty white lies we tell ourselves every other day. We manipulate our minds to make ourselves feel whole, and in a long shot, try to make our lives less insignificant.

We try to stand out, stand proud; yet there are always minute details caught in between, clogging up the once flowing arteries of life.

A heart attack waiting to occur.

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Rorschach Testing

CLICK to see better!

Visual perceptions are a branch of rather subjective sensory sensitivity.

All things related to visual judgments may be considered neither wrong nor right as the interpretation behind the reflection varies from one to another.

Whilst I was painting a door, I saw this (in the yellow highlight), and it immediately registered in my mind as a MOOSE!

So I drew it out =D

Is it not a moose? What do you see? =)

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Unbranding and Unlabelling

It looks like your screen is dirty, but click on it and look carefully =)

What if we gave up upon all the names of the world?

Stop referring to one another as "Simon" or "Jane",

Halt when you see a "Nike" or "Puma" item,

And breathe when you see a celebrity.

What if we stop giving out names?

Resorting to grunts and squeals,

Communicating like the animals we see,

Being the animals we are.

What if there's no hierarchy? 

No government, ruler, or fame,

No parents, no teachers, no guidance or rules,

Spoken or written,  to ease the pain.

What if it's all an illusion?

The world as we perceive to be, is not real,

Like a nostalgic reverse of a premonition,

Reflecting back on our past lives.

What if we are all dead?

Our current life as a replay,

Fragmented memories frozen in time,

Opposites attract, and ceases to negate.

I am dead, 

But I still remain ahead.

Past the shifting sands of so-called endless time,

I will wait.

Some speckly stars I took =)
It looks better if you CLICK on it!

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FEAR : Longitude and Latitudes

This might the beginning of a series related to fear. I'm not sure. Maybe? =)

Where do you feel afraid?

Inside a dark room? 

In the centre of a very spacious area?

Alone?

Far away from home?

Being at home?