Review: Something in the Way (2013)

As I said in the previous post, a friend of mine from AIYA Victoria - Daniel Brooks - kindly requested some students to write a review for films (one student for each film) we went to see during the 9th Indonesian Film Festival. The review was posted on AIYA's blog. The option was on us to decide what film we would like to do. I chose to write for Something in the Way which was screened for the opening night.

Film festival is always my favourite

The thing is, all film festivals showcase shortlist films - which means, the films screened are thoroughly selected from the best. Being a resident of Melbourne for more than two years, this year is my third in celebrating Indonesian Film Festival (IFF). Turns out, it's the 9th year for the festival. My, my..it's amazing to know how Indonesian films have been celebrated in Melbourne far before I came to study in this bustling city.

What makes this year's IFF more special is because this is the year where I sort of building up my career. As a present for my loyalty for the media I'm currently working in - that is, the fabulous OZIP - God gave me a special gift. I was appointed as the assistant for the new editor. And of course, new responsibilities follow my new position. I've been entrusted to take care some of the regular pages as well as organising workloads among our team to cover monthly events.

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Feeling nostalgic

/ Il Battistero di San Giovanni, Piazza dei Miracoli, Pisa, Tuscany Province, Italy / 

Hey, it's been more than a year.
There was nothing to be called as an achievement.
It wasn't my part to boast.
How grateful I am!
To be able to venture out, satisfying my hunger and thirst to realise my dream.


Picture by Pingkan Isabella

The girl has never looked happy since December last year.

No more familiar curves of her bright red lips; they have probably been straight ever since she encountered the world's bitterness. That bitterness..that once was so sweet you thanked God for delivering you to the world. But now everything she wants is home.

"I want my parents," said the girl. Her lips were barely moving.

There was a moment of silence... I could hear her breathing. Inhale, exhale. In and out. I felt like a Kungfu Master, able to follow one's breathing pattern.

The silence was harrowing.

She threw her head to the other side. I could see her eyes shooting at the bare white wall.

"You couldn't find life's solutions on the wall," said her. "I used to be like that wall," she lifted her delicate arm and pointed towards the wall. "I was strong. People adored me for my strength."

I embraced myself to respond. "Was?" said I.

"I said I used to. Not anymore now. If I am, I won't be here, in this room with you."

I hesitated.

Tears were trickling down her cheeks.

"I feel like giving up," she said.