Script writing and blog drafting. And drama

 This is my start to exploring the unification of experience throughout humanity.

Today, I detached my self from education and chose to dedicate my time to writing. Writing and planning for future projects. It is quite ironic because I write as if I talk to an audience, but in reality it is just me, in this garage writing under a lamp filled with moths and mosquitoes. Did I mention I am wearing a short sleeved shirt and am letting my fingers freeze slowly.

Wait I’ll be back…

Okay, I just got me some gloves, but if I honestly have to say something, I have no idea where I am typing because my fingers are extremely large! Alright enough of the procrastination, this is meant to be a diary entry. So it all started on the 16th April 2016. My older sibling recently purchased some really cool stuff for my mothers birthday. I was genuinely excited. She also bought this card, a nice one that opens up and has a smaller folded piece of paper in the middle. My sibling obviously wrote in the middle of the folded piece of paper as that was where it naturally is meant to be shown. I wrote on the last, unexposed to attention.

Look, I don’t like to play games and expect people to read mind, so, I kind of just left it when it came to my mother opening it. I wrote a fair bit, personal and really appreciative on why I like her as my mother. So when it came to the day of her birthday, it was all good. She read the card, but inevitably only the first half. I know I said I don’t expect people to read thoughts but in that moment, but I thought will she turn the page at least a little bit just to expect ‘more’? Without hesitation, she got up and hugged my older sibling. Jealousy doesn’t fill me, but the expectations she has for me. I know I might be a bit harsh and all. But that is what I felt. Later that night, I decided to tell her that I did write something in the letter, as she was internet surfing on her phone. So like me, I tried to find it and couldn’t find it as of that moment. So I said I couldn’t find it, but the look of disinterest on her face was trench-worthy (is that a word?) So I just said, “maybe next time”. From then, I have kind of decided to measure my conversation between people. I tend to ramble a lot about me so I decided an alternative good for me and everyone else. I just hated the fact that sometimes I genuinely feel appreciative, but others perceptions are not reciprocated. Now, it is time where I don’t create expectations of how people should act towards me. I will be quiet, humble even if good will lurks in the shadows. So far, so good.

Let’s see how the days going forwards turns out.

Locke Dor



All arise passionate couch potatoes

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Watching a movie may seem extremely intriguing. Isn’t it? Trust me, that was the case when I cuddled the warm and welcoming arms of my pillows, inevitably soothing my phalanges all over. But, it was weird…

I watched this movie called ‘The Imitation Game’ and it was a great story. Loved the use of camera angles, intensity and the overall plot. It was full of action, controversy and contained a lot of historical context, which I found rather quite exquisite; however, as I watched the movie in action, I remember a scene distinctively where Alan Turing (the main character) was on a chair thinking intently on his plans of his ‘machine’. Although it was pretty simple not really in need for recognition, for me, this movie revolved around the whole legacy of human existence. How we grow and how we have developed so much as a society compared to start of human evolution. What we define as science and how we come closer to perfecting morality within us. Personally, what got to me was the sense of dedication the actor had placed in pursuing the legacy of his temporary character.

An actor through our perception is no more than what we see on the television. A character travelling through a depicted story. However, the sense of passion I felt, watching him do what he genuinely loved, exceeding the social conditioning and achieving his dreams led me to find his name, his story. Benedict Cumberbatch.

Actors are all the same if you look at it. Actually all celebrities are very similar. Don’t worry, I am not degrading the successful mathematicians or the marine biologists, as they are leaders of their own successes; but the way I see successful people, they made life work for them. Just like Benedict Cumberbatch, they’ve come to a point where they are behind the screen living that dream that some of us want to grasp onto. For me, indulging in temporary comfort on cushions made me contemplate my life. Yes, I was comfortable and happy. But movies as a whole are entertainment for our laziness. To compliment our needs for good humour and joy. To be our personal cinema in our luxurious lounge room. The actors are not the central idea of this thought. The script writers, the directors and all of the costume designers, whether significant or not, are all making life work for them, all on an infinite scale of genuine success.

The way that I figure it, everyone sits on a different scale of understanding. Understanding of love, humanity or even donuts. But whether you see me as a silly annoyance or somewhat, an interest, this only remains a argument open to interpretation. I hope though, that this ignites a possibility that, some will see this and make their dream, work for them and become true!

Yours Sincerely,

Locke Dor