August 3, 2008

  • The Lengths I go for this Art

    "It is mine. It can be done. I will make it happen -
    The line that controls the boundaries between reality and illusion...
    I will bend it to my will and defy all logic.
    In the darkest nights and the brightest of day,
    there I will be secretly but surely
    ready for the impossible and there to make it possible"

    ~Reuben's thoughts~

    There's one hobby and thing that I do,
    that seem to satisfy me even when the preparations involved is...
    is utterly ridiculous.
    Like getting up 5.30am in the morning to "revise" my routine.
    I'm talking about the Art of Magic.
    And I still can't believe that I'd rather get up early to set the stage right,
    than to sacrifice my beauty sleep.

    What drives this?
    What could possibly make Reuben miss his sleep?
    Why did I have difficulty sleeping last night?
    Was it the complex Graphene Paper Prof Wee sent me in the email?
    *okay I'm not supposed to talk about Physics here*
    Was it the disturbingly gross video "Chainsaw Maid" on Youtube?
    I think the only real reason is because,
    I love this Art and I respect it enough to give the practice it deserves.

    I once told my magician friends this.
    "If a magician can't even respect this Art, then even I cannot give him my respect"
    It may seem harsh but seriously this is AN ART.
    It's not about showing off, or giving the impression you're "one up" ahead.
    It is the art of entertainment, creating wonder and leaving a memory or a smile.

    So what then drives me to do what I do?
    It's easy really...
    the smiles of my audience, the memory they bring with them.
    Those are enough reason for me to make sure they remember that little magic they had,
    especially in the days where logic seem to govern our very existence.


    Smile and remember, run off and wonder.
    At that one moment in time, the rules of the world bends.