ScolionHeartStudios Roars At Last

Starting a Business;

It’s been a dream of mine for years now and finally its coming true—

Beside me is my closest and best friend- Mustafa Shahbaz (formerly known as GalaxyDragon24 on YouTube). He is, as of right now, the capital member of my Inner Circle of Five.

Mustafa Shahbaz - CFO of Scolion Heart Studios

We’re on the bus on our way home-It’s 2/29/2016. By the end of February, today, I want Scolion Heart Studious to be roaring. We just discussed the roles and the “who, what, when, where, why, and how”. Everything that we’re working on is exciting me. I'm looking forward to working with him.

So what is it going to be? I’m not sure if I should keep it a secret or just expose it to the world—maybe I’ll hold it in for now, make some progress, then as a “Grand Intro

duction” talk about it then? That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. But I don’t mean to keep you all lost or anything.

Ever since the sixth grade I’ve been designing video games, writing stories, filming movies, acting, creating massive amounts of art and learning to animate videos. It used to be nothing more than a hobby, small passions of mine. Then I started thinking about Money. The thoughts didn’t just come to me though. It was back in the eighth grade when I was first pushed to work hard.

At my grade school, each year, one Eighth Grader out of the entire school was given the honor of being titled the Student of Excellence. This award was only given to the person who was highly academically successful and highly active in extracurricular activities. Before the eighth grade I had been a bad person, someone nobody liked, an arrogant douche bag bully. There’s a longer story to it all, but that’s for another day. The summer before grade 8, I decided to become a better person (there were several reasons) and

so I worked harder to be a leader, I brought up my grades, I became more involved, and thus I became popular amongst several of the grades. Things were looking up—until one day.

A teacher (who none of the students liked) barged into the class, which was filled with all of the grade eights. She came in and basically began yelling at everyone about how despicable, how lazy, how ignorant, annoying, rude, and just bad we all were. She made several points about how students weren’t working hard at all about anything (like fundraising stuff) and even called out some people by name, embarrassing them. It was bad, and she was red with anger. Then she turned to me and pointed a finger, “And you,” She growled, “‘I’m only doing this for student of excellence’?” My eyes widened as she screamed. “Wrong line to say!”

I felt my stomach drop and my mouth fell open in a stunned awe. “I never said that!” and I felt my vision get clouded and I legitimately felt tears start to form. I was so torn up and distraught because I was honestly working hard just to become a better person, to get away from the person I used to be, and here was a teacher, someone who is supposed to guide me, shooting down my efforts, spitting some crap about something I never even said. 

I looked down, and everything around me just went blank. The angry teacher left, and I stood up quietly, and walked to the back of the room to get back to work. “Hamza,” my friends called to me quietly. “Are you…” I stopped walking and listened to them. “Okay?” I clenched my fists and looked back at them, eyes red, but a big smile plastered on my face and I nodded. I turned away from them as they came closer to talk to me and maybe to reassure me, but I felt destroyed, so I just went back to work.

The Official Plaque

“I’ll show her.” I had thought back then. “I’ll keep working hard and make her eat her words.” Her anger and rage would not stop me, and I would continue to feed my hunger for success. And so yeah, I didn’t slow down, instead I sped up. And yes, I won Student of Excellence. 

The Student of Excellence Card

Ever since then I know for a fact, that haters will hate regardless. They will see a man walk on water and they will say “It’s because he can’t swim”. So I proved her wrong and now I’m in love with success. Ever since then I’ve been driven to work hard.

But it had been just to be the best, and so there was no real reason for the work I did.

So I got bored and got lost in my work.

Until I opened my eyes.

  People were around me everywhere with nothing. Homeless people lying on the streets, children without clothes and parents, searching for food hungrily—it was horrible. I knew then that I wanted to do something because seeing them all made me so hollow. I vowed that I would work hard to give orphans a life, to give the homeless homes, to feed the hungry, and to cure the sick.  

 

This was my only goal up until recently. 

To say it in simple terms, I WONT BE A LOSER.

The point of Scolion Heart Studios is to provide multimedia entertainment. That includes animations, movies, small shows, music, some merchandise and whatever else I ever want it to be. Slowly and steadily, we will be successful. 

But yeah, Scolion Heart Studios is born as of tomorrow and I am its founder, owner, and CEO. Mustafa manages the money—He is the CFO. Besides that, it’s all on me. I am going to change the world. I am going to be rich in money, in family, in love, respect, and faith. Everyone will know my community—my Empire—as the people who work hard to make others smile. Any questions? Ask away.

~Peace.

Couch Potato Moods Suck

I’m having one of these moods again.

The mood where all of my friends are proud of what I can do and I’m feeling guilty because I’m lying on my sofa, with a bag of chips in one hand, and an apple in the other. Feeling miserable for myself because there’s literally so much for me to do (even though semester 1 exams just finished) and I’m just not doing anything. This feeling of being lazy sucks. I'm so accustomed to work, that having “lazy days” don't work for me. And yeah I’m a workaholic. When I’m in the mood, I love to work and can grind hard to reach the success that’s waiting for me. And I’m aware it isn’t healthy. I'm not saying I don't like to take breaks, honestly sleep is a blessing and I love it. And vacation’s are amazing too, seeing the world, experiencing new things, being with people I love…But I can’t help the fact that I am a night owl, I enjoy staying up late at night, but I’m also a morning bird. I wake up early too. But being alone through it all sucks, and without someone to motivate me, here I am, bored and miserable, fattening myself beyond belief. 

Pause- I’m relocating.

I need to clear my mind, and get my thoughts out. It’s best done when I'm in hot water.

Anyways, I don't think It’s just being lazy that irks me. Or…it is. There are people in the world, so many people who don't have what I have and I’m being lazy and putting off my work. There are so many people in the world. What is it now? 7? 8 Billion??

Can you even imagine how many people that is; to try to fit them all into one set area? It would be so full! There are so many reasons for me to be working. And I’m sulking in a tub of hot water, typing out my frustrations to the computer, and the few people who might accidentally find this blog. Honestly, this rambling doesn’t make sense at all—I’ll probably have to go back, edit and reorganise all of this. 

I need people in my life. And that’s not to say all the time. I’ve always told my parents that I can’t wait to get out and experience the world on my own. And they’ve always responded with the same thing “You can never be happy if you are alone”. And I was so confused—I would be free of responsibility to others, I would be able to do whatever I wanted, go wherever I wanted. What was so wrong with that?

Well there’s absolutely nothing wrong with it…It’s just….At some point or another, you realise that you will get lonely. I’ve been home alone for the past 4 or 5 days, for most of the day and when my parents get home from work, I can only spend a little time with them because they’re tired, and I had homework or tests or whatever to prepare for. Anyways, it does get lonely eventually. Spending time alone is key and I do it often. But to be permanently and truly alone…It has to be so sad.

This brings me back to where I was getting at. I’ve wasted the day being lazy. “7 billion people in the world trying to fit in” and I’m doing nothing but lounging all day. People with less than me are struggling to reach their dreams and show the world their potential. And Me? Ideas, and dreams, and goals. 

“Goals”

What a nice word. Its simplistic but it’s drives me you know? I don't know why…Well that isn’t completely true. I have fond memories of the word and everything it means to me.

Anyways off topic.

I’m always visualising myself with my Lamborghini, with my big house, with me big chequebook, ready to give to whoever needed the funds to survive. But here I am doing nothing. There are hungry people everywhere, orphans everywhere, homeless everywhere, and to everyone else they’re invisible. People just walk by like they see nothing. Huh. That’s actually a good idea.

Wow, I really like that idea.

A world where everyone lives normally, the economy is booming like it never has before, but global political tensions carry forward. It’s a peaceful world, where there is no poverty and everyone is employed. Until one day, a young person walking by sees an old lady struggling down the street in clothes he has never seen in his life. He runs to aid her and he pulls her to the side, into an alley and offers her help. “You…You can see me?” She asks him, her eyes wide. She begins to cry and he begins to take out money to give to her when someone pats his shoulder—its his friends. “What are you doing? Are you in with the black market or something?” He shakes his head and points to the woman. “I’m giving the money to her.” His friends are confused because they cant see her, and think he’s playing a joke and leave him. This is the first day the boy realises that there have always been homeless people. They’ve just been invisible to everyone. Except for him (until now). 

That could make for a really good book.

It reminds of this one time. I was with some guys back in October or November in Hamilton. We were there competing for DECA, an international business competition for high school and university students. We were just heading back in from lunch and we saw a woman walking around. She was wearing rags, and it was cold outside. We were borderline warm in our suits, and here she was with a shirt, some torn pants and a shawl around her, blowing in the wind. She was crying, asking people for money—for food or clothes or shelter I don't know. I still remember how she looked. She was bone thin, frail, she was shivering in the cold (I know some people get a disease where they are always shaking but this wasn’t it, I'm sure) and she had her hands out and was begging. Instantly the four of us reached into our wallets and pulled out money. My friends all gave her their change, and when I opened my wallet? There was absolutely nothing for me to give her—I’d spent the last of it on a Starbucks earlier that morning. She cried and cried and was so thankful to have something like $2.20 and we were all in suits, she had nothing and she was thankful for it. But I was mortified; I couldn’t believe that I was helpless. I couldn’t do anything for her. Who knows, maybe she isn’t even alive anymore. But the way her face lit up, I’ll never forget it. She came to us for help and I couldn’t do a thing. I stood there, feeling sorry for myself, because I had nothing. I was nothing.

Thinking back on it now, I can remember that she was one of the signs. She was a sign. I’m trying to be more religious nowadays and it’s said that everything had been foretold and decreed—everything happens for a reason—and our fates are sealed. It also states that we have choices. As backwards as that sounds, I have a convoluted explanation on how it works, but I wont go off about that right now. Regardless, I felt so sad that I couldn’t do anything. I’d always said that I would be able to help the world, which I would give bountifully to the impoverished. And after seeing that lady come and ask while I couldn’t do anything? No. I wouldn’t allow it to happen again. I wont allow it to happen again. I vowed to work harder and harder for the people of the world. She was proof that the impoverished exist and that there are millions of them. Millions.

So many that you could fill a stadium. No, a hundred stadiums…or more. I will work harder than I ever have before. I will strive and I will dedicate myself because I know that there are people who need me. I have to help them. Because I was reminded of a saying that I lived by:

“If you have the chance to do something good for someone else, DO IT. It’s a moral obligation, that’s what’s at stake here—Not choice, responsibility.”

Quote From Ben Parker, The Amazing Spider Man (2012)

I'm paraphrasing, but it’s close enough. The meaning comes across. I can do good for people, and therefore I have to. If everyone lived that way then the world would be a better place. And nobody will do it without a leader. So I will lead. I will make the world a better place.

See this is the reason I blog. 

I went from a mood where I felt useless, to reminiscing about the past, and am recharged and set to get back to work again. My friends are seeing me work and they like the outcomes. That’s proof that my efforts are not in vain. And now? 

It’s time to get out of the water, and get to work.

I hope whoever is reading this is having a beautiful day, and continues to have an amazing day. You are amazing, and you deserve it. You have potential, and you have a reason to be alive, even if you may not know it yet or haven’t found it. You mean something to me. Yeah. You. Take care of yourself you beautiful person. Cause I love it about you. I love that you exists. Pretty much, I love you. Ha-I once said those were my three favourite words, and they honestly are. I don't say them enough so I’m starting with you I guess. I love you. So live on, and strive for the better and reach your goals no matter how many times you get hurt or fall down. I love you okay? Smile.

Peace.

[On second thought, I'm leaving this just as messy and unorganised as it is. =) ]