I don't think people truly understand the gravity of Rafah being bombed.

There is nowhere left to go.

The lowest cost is $5,000 USD to flee to Egypt. There has been people paying over $10,000 USD.

That is the only option

Pay or die.

Rafah was the only place in Palestine promised not to be bombed. That promise is broken.

1.5 million people have nowhere to go!

Reminder, if possible, please donate to the PCRF, ANERA, Islamic Relief, Palestine Red Crescent Society, Medical Aid for Palestinians, Defense for Children International - Palestine, Doctors Without Borders, and all other trusted organizations.

hi tumblr, since the last time we met, i've been changing a lot and hopefully it's the kind of good change

and you too, changing

who can escape changes, right? even you!

February 7th, 2024, 12.10 am

Slice of Life Thought - a short vertical film from Eugenia C on Vimeo.

what i have from Eugenia C on Vimeo.

Is this thing on?

Hello tumblr! Been a long years.

First Reels: Jakarta, Jan to May of 2021 from Eugenia C on Vimeo.

First Reels: Jakarta, Jan to May of 2021 from Eugenia C on Vimeo.

My first reels for instagram - montage of random Jakarta clips I took from January to May 2021 only.

Song is me, covering Beabadoobee’s “Coffee” last year via voice notes & yamaha guitalele.

Stitch + edit + graded on Premiere Pro.

Camera is Sony #A7iii with lens either samyang 35mm, helios 44-2 58mm, or tamron 28-75 — which all shot on slog2.

I have insta for this it’s @fleetingstill if you want to see more ✌️ hope y’all doing ok, friend ✨

I made a new comic, a reflection from recent happening.

“Jump The Gun” on medium.com/@eugeniaclara

Susan Strong - Adventure Time (Guitalele Cover)

Rollercoasters (My Favourite Part of Tank and The Bangas' song)

I made a short song called “Why”

Hyper-targeted ads I wish I see in real life #02 A year ago, I overheard 2 senior copywriters (guy and girl) discussing work things. At one point, he said to her that the concept was smart and profound. I could tell the guy meant it, as they both were the no-bullshit no-filter kind of people. The girl stopped for a second, and instead, she told a self-deprecating rebuttal and accused the guy’s sarcasm. To which the guy replied, “Hey, I thought the best of you! But you thought the worst of yourself.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ They continued brainstorming— but that one sentence right there, I wrote it down on my notebook for me to remember. I even made a doodle of it and glued it to their table. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A year later, about Last week, I was discussing something a bit off-topic from work with colleagues. I forgot what exactly was that, but I churned something that made everyone went ‘ooooh’ in a good way. Then this Sr. Copywriter guy, who was part of the discussion, said something good about me and what I say. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But instead of appreciating that, I shook it off and accused him of being sarcastic, and I threw some self-deprecating statement for a laugh. His face changed from calm to hurt. He took the little doodle I made in his desk and said “I thought the best of you, but you thought the worst of yourself!” and then we laughed. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Later that day when I went home, I thought about that. Of how sometimes I have little confidence in me and conditioned myself that everyone just lipservicing and throwing words cause I feel I’m not enough and I’m not even that good and I don’t deserve that good words. Like, they don’t mean it, they just say things, like I don’t deserve the good things if I don’t burn myself out to earn it first. Yadda, yadda. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Oh wow. Sometimes— I thought the worst of myself. I am THAT person who allows bad voices make it hard for me to just feel a twinge of joy. Yikes. Also, Hand lettering + Photoshop + After Effects, Blank space from walls in the neighborhood.

I made a song and made the makeshift music video too.

I made a new comic; a chunk from my heart on my sleeve.

Read the full version on medium.com/@eugeniaclara

Love, eugeniaclara.

I wish I can say it’s a massive explosion that pinned me down. But it’s not. Instead, it’s a quiet small storm slowly rolling in eating everything while it makes its way to me. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It’s a quiet constant realities slowly chained me completely off guard. It’s like a sleep-paralysis but I’m alive and awake. Voices yelling at each other while my body just froze; don’t know who to listen to. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It’s like standing in the middle of highway— a car full speed coming towards me and I know I have to jump sideway to save myself— but I forget how to move my limb; helpless. I don’t know why I stand in the middle of highway at the first place? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And I don’t know how to answer to those ’how are you’ and meet the same people; because I don’t have the answer since last year until now. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know you tell me to ‘speak to me’ or ‘do not keep it to yourself’ I know — but I’m tired to say it’s the same thing again and I’m not able to fight it. I’m done talking about like it’s gonna make any difference— which I’m afraid it won’t. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And there’re period where it’s harder to wake up and I’m too embarrassed to reach out cause out there people marching down the street with any kind of baggages they carry. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But this morning I found the prayer book I’ve brought along when I moved in. I used to read this when I lost myself. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It was a quiet morning— the sky was so blue. Somehow; I was able to shimmy down the bed without feeling whacked. I thank myself to just being able to wake up. This little thing— is the blessing. Let’s start again? 10/02/2019 — Eugenia Clara ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ________________ Quote in drawing is “Awaking is good, even if hard.” by Paul Valéry, translated by Hilary Corke, from Charms: Poems; “Dawn,”. _ Video #shotoniphone 7 and edited on After Effects.

“It’s on you. You’re the one that need to figure out how. You’re the one that know why. You’re the one that answer. I’m only here to remind you… Because you say you would.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ _ 19 photos #shotoniphone 7, all processed on VSCO C9. Stitched on After Effects. eugeniaclara

I spent 6 hours today for this. <3