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New Year, New Pickle

9 Jan

Wow. I’ve gotta be honest, life is has been absolutely so crazy lately. I just checked my last post (April 1, 2013). Yikes. We’ll leave it at that.

2015. It has already brought so many obstacles, circumstances, inquisitions and triumphs. If I had to confront my current events as the person I was just last year at this time, I don’t think I’d be writing this post right now. To keep things genuine, I would probably be in bed crying my eyes out. But presently all I can do is be happy with what I have now and work toward what has been placed in my heart. Before I go any further, allow me to fill you in on 2014.

1. I did not find love. (yet…unless you count awesome, new friendships).

2. I directed (and wrote and cried–joyous tears, fed up tears, am-I-going-to-make-it tears–and prayed over) a short film that premiered at a local movie theater to 100+ attendees.

3. I met some AMAZING film people that I can call family. (based in LA & at university who are most likely reading and just got a twinkle in their eye…or I’m just being extremely hopeful or narcissistic or something).

4. I started a YouTube channel (link’s in my short description).

5. I got my heart bruised and that bruise opened up my eyes to a door that I finally got strength to close.

6. I’m still alive in 2015 (turn up).

Back to my current situation. So as it looks right now, I have a bit of a predicament. Now let me explain. This could very well be a predicament that I am just fighting within myself and worrying over for no reason other than the belief that predicaments can only be resolved with logic. Let’s call this predicament Pickles. So Pickles, again if going strictly on logic, could greatly affect where I celebrate the new year in 2016. …. Just thought I saw a spider in my room…it was only a hairball. Time to clean up! (again). So Pickles. By this time next year, I could reside in a variety of different places. Los Angeles (my dream city since seven years of age), Atlanta (seems legit…and logical), Raleigh (beach, mountains, new wave), London (United Kingdom; sorry Canada) and well, where I live now. These are all pretty sweet options and I realize whatever path I take will be life changing during my twenty-something years (or at least the year I decide to live there and move because let’s be honest I’ve always been a backpacker at heart). But seriously, it’s a lot to ponder about, especially in solitude when there is no one around to grasp you by the shoulders and remind you of those two clouds shaped like California you saw just a year ago. Those California clouds weren’t hallucinations. They were hope.

Just writing that brings a smile to my face, but then a thought quickly follows. Pickles. Pickles ruins dreams, hopes, and potential. Pickles is mean and I don’t want to be ruled by Pickles. I want to be ruled by the very things that Pickles sets out to ruin and spoil until those things are nothing but dust. So, what city will I choose? To be quite honest with you I have a feeling that I already know. It’s just hard to believe and very hard to see right now with Pickles constantly boiling my mind with doubt. But you know what? I have a feeling it will happen and when it does, I’ll look up to the sky and smile at The One who made it possible. Alternatively, maybe I have it wrong. Maybe the place I will be next year hasn’t even been revealed to me and I am hanging on to the hope of childhood dream. Maybe, maybe not.

At the end of the day, I believe to get where you’re going you have to just go for it. Screw Pickles. And maybe that’s the answer. Don’t rely on Pickles to make you happy. There are plenty of people all over the world who have Pickles and they aren’t happy with any aspect of their life. They need people like you to run out of your comfort zone and yell, “Here I am! I’m here for you!” at the top of your lungs and throw your arms around them and ask if they want to come inside for tea [this is a metaphor, of course but if you take this as a literal challenge, go for it and make a friend :)].

Respectively, Pickles is alright. It’s just that when you run out from time to time, you start to hate how Pickles rules the world and how you have to pick and scrap to get Pickles just to feel secure enough to follow your dreams. But I don’t think that’s how life is supposed to be. I think we were called to be explorers, dreamers, creators, and do-gooders. Not to be logically correct to a point where it leads to fear and worry or to point where ten years down the road, you are still waiting around in the Pickle jar until the day it’s safe enough to jump out. Because what if that day never comes? Don’t risk it. Not at a time like this when people need you and you need them. The time is now. It’s on, Pickles.

-Joni Bing

P.S. My apologies for never finishing that Location Scout story. Keep on the lookout this year for part two. I’ll do my best to finish it.

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Location Scouting

28 Mar

Wow, I’ve been way behind on this blogging thing. Sorry, my 10 beautiful followers. By the way, you should get the word out to your friends about Only Joni. I mean, aren’t you enjoying this blog so far? Don’t be selfish!

Anyhow, as I’m stepping into this new realm of filmmaking (basically the producer side of it, which I’m starting to enjoy) one thing I’m starting to get a love for is location scouting. Seriously, the walks, seeing your vision come to life for the first time. It’s quite the fascinating experience.

Until you’re two miles into a trail trying to find your vision. Then, things get tiring…and interesting. Lemme tell the story first with pictures.

Here’s me before location scouting last Wednesday:

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See? We were so happy! So optimistic to start the trail, right? Yeah, we thought it would be easy as pie to find the perfect spot for my vision too.

Keep reading -__-

It all started with this sign:

sign

Yep, we should have seen potential problems from the start, I know. At first, it was cool. We walked where wildlife hangs out, went over a cool bridge towering above high grass fields….

But then we started walking into deeper deeper feet of white sand. Mind you, I–the only one who wasn’t smart enough to change into boots after Directing for Film class, wore these to location scout:

shoes

I know, I know but every time we’ve gone to shoot field scenes, I’ve been rocking these bad boys:

boot

Well, a shoe really similar. I couldn’t find my exact shoe on Google search and taking selfies of my shoes?

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Anyhow, it all started off pretty well as I said. We were actually having a lot of fun:

the road less traveled…serious tho

Well, some of us were having too much fun vvv

ari having too much fun

Ok I was one of them!

being wild in the wild

Wanna know how/when things started going awry?

Be on the look out for pt. 2 soon! Promise it’ll be worth the read.

–Joni Juelissa

P.S. I would’ve told the full story but I’ve got tons of screenwriting and speech homework to finish.

I’m Back!!!

6 Mar

HEYYYYYY!

Long time, no blog! I checked over my stats and I’m actually ecstatic! People have been reading even after I haven’t blogged in a little more than a year (I apologize to these people -__-) Anyhoo, welcome back and thanks for reading!

A lot has happened this past year since my last blog. Instead of blogging about it, I’ll show some pictures and caption the story behind it underneath:

It all started with the first picture. I met my roommate. She is amazing–and she’s from LA where I’m moving! Coincidence? I definitely think not! From the moment we started talking to burst any awkward bubbles before our move-in day, I knew we would be an awesome roommate match. She is literally the sister I never had, but always prayed for. In a way, we are so alike yet so different. I think three years from now, we’re gonna rule LA.

 

After about a week into moving in, I met this handsome boy ^_^ (Recently, he got a lip piercing, which I’m still debating about with him). I admit to having the hugest crush ever on him when we first met. Are the flames still there? Wellllll, keep reading my blog and I just may reveal the ending or continuation of that situation.

And then, BOOM! I met the Night Owls. Yeah, everyone in this picture is involved. Who are the Night Owls, you ask? Well, let’s just say I pulled A LOT of all nighters last semester like…almost pretty much every night? The main crew are the ones in the following two pictures.

Ok, explanation time: the picture of the whole crew was taken at Steak n Shake. The one below it was a few hours later at the Cocoa Beach shop. Yes! We drove late at night to Cocoa Beach! It was frantic and dangerous and fun as heck! Of course, being the individual I am, I didn’t rock any shades that night. Plus, I drove so….

It’s been super cold lately! Just this past weekend, it hit the 30s!

I joined a missions trip team a few months ago who is journeying to Luxembourg, the heart of Europe! I’m excited! Maybe that last day in Paris, I’ll find my European husband (or at least shoot a film to bring home!)

Just two weeks ago, I went with one of my best college friends Brittany to see Mat Kearney! As you can see, it was spectacular. And, we got numbers!

Last week, I submitted my first film called The Death Kiss (which I wrote, directed, and produced) into a film festival and they accepted it!!!! (I’ll be posting the movie poster for it later). This weekend, they will be announcing the nominees. Fingers crossed for me?

As you can see, I’ve had quite the school thus far! It’s been a roller coaster of trials, victories, and emotions, but I have gotten through by the grace of God. You were probably wondering how the heck all of these pictures could have made one story and hopefully I’ve done a good job in explaining.

Shout Out to everyone in college right now! Respond back with some awesome stories and brag about your own crew below! Also, follow follow follow!

–Joni Juelissa ❤

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