Personal thoughts

I'm not sure how many of us actually will read this blog but nevertheless, I shall continue (due to boredom and lack of concentration writing Asian Film History essay). Anyway, time passes very fast, and in a swift, we are rushing for our final sem projects and also, soon enough, to study for our exams. With the completion of exams and projects, it marks the end of the semester, and next semester, some of us will not be in the same class anymore.

Yes, we are still in Film major, but some may be in another tutorial group for various modules. This means that we shall see lesser of each other but when it comes to the projects season, the 24 year 2 filmmakers will unite once again, for the right and 'wrong' reasons.

Like this semester, I realise most of us have unite together, during the pre-production, production and post-production, well, mainly pre and during. The right reasons are, we need each other for assistance and cooperation in each of our projects, as well as many that are too much to be listed out.

The 'wrong' reasons are well, we should know, especially during pre-production, whereby many of us have fallen from grace. However, because of these reasons, we have more things to bitch about and gossip about during production, and of course, bitch our grievances.

These are only my thoughts, and what I've typed do not represent others' thoughts.

Anyway, all the best to everyone, for final semester projects, and also our exams. Let's get burnt again, both literally and metaphorically!

The Breaking Point

I like to describe my life as a J curve, the geometric curve. Before I could reach the breaking point, I will wave my white flag, and ask to start all over again. It's funny how I always think that if I cannot succeed the first time round , I will, by the second round, as if a repetitive act with a similar mindset would change and evoke a different result. How dumb is that. But, trust me, I do believe in sympathy, but my situations who have no feelings dont.

During one fine night, which happened recently,very recent; alright, shant withhold the mystery any longer: yesterday. The waterbag broke. Baby is coming out. Finally.I was teaching, confident with everything I was about to teach, solved every question in the P5 math assessment book, felt absolutely victorious. I felt like a giant who could do anything, no mountain is too hard to climb. I arent a loser as brain has previously prescribed itself to be. I am a victor, come what may. Fire or Storms, Hail or Meteorites. I won not because of my flesh, but because of the sheer will power inside me that's greater than that block.