CNY is pretty much over. It had swallowed quite some energy and took away time I had wanted to use for assignments, in particularly, Luo Min's script. But the days were packed with visiting and socialising that I couldn't accomplish anything. Then of course I can't discount the fact that we(me and my cousins) were happy to see each other and whine to each other about school and life. And we played bingo on new year's eve. My uncle actually bought a bingo set. It was kind of fun except I lost 5 bucks. And my cousin won 3 times. That's living proof of how unfair this world is.
I'm up to the 4th draft of Luo Min's script but till now I'm disturbingly not engaged with the story. I'm not really feeling enough for it. In fact it doesn't sound like a solid story to me. But people have been seeing things I don't see out of my script. Makes me feel strange. And I do get critical of myself for not being able to write cleverly. Now I find it hard to write a decent screenplay.
I haven't recovered any sleep from Shu Ming's production. The sleep debt is enormous. I can actually feel traces of any intelligence in my brain vanishing.
Still haven't had my chillout, a time to sit back and not think of anything. So much to worry about: my script, mardhiah's essay, james' cast, seng yew's art, directing exercise, helping liang, my miserable life...
