Musings of A Girl Named Sharmee

Sometimes, I question myself what am I doing in a Junior College. Not just any, but Meridian JC. Pressure is amounting; A levels, 8 Minutes and life. After this week, I hope things will go to a plateau for a bit. I cannot take the ups and downs I'm going through now, not always, at least.

The weekend was eventful. I wish I could have cropped a part of it our my memory, though. I knew Zahrah was right, I should have not did what I did, or rather, am still doing. Filming is done, editing is on going and voice recording for another group is on this Friday. I'm honoured that one of this year's participant approached me to do narration for his film. I get a sneak peek!

Just three more months, Sham. You have to hang on to that dream. Don't just leave it aside.


May we cross paths again sometime, eh?

Thanks to Starbucks' Caramel Macchiato, I have been awake since 6am this morning till 1am.

8 Minutes launch was great, saw a lot of former Temasekians who are entering the competition this year, as well as some people who claimed that they went to school with me when I was younger. Today was too hectic for me, especially when I don't have cash and transport. If it wasn't for my mum, I don't think we would start filming tomorrow.

So yes, tomorrow marks day 2 of the 8 day we have for the film. I hope to get some still shots tomorrow so I can put it here for the viewing pleasure of the people.

Anyway, this is a very good short film. Witty, funny and drama-like. Too bad there's some vulgarities, if not they would have qualified for the international participation category of 8 Minutes Youth Film Festival.

Tomorrow is the day my life begins. Metaphorically.

Launch of 8 Minutes Youth Film Competition and after that, 8 days of hectic filming, editing, and studying. I don't know how the last bit came to exist. I'm figuring out how to do the last part simultaneously, but I guess I'll pull through.

Anyway, I went over to my sister's place the other day and this was what happened:

Brother-in-law: Talks to my 4-year-old niece. Sophie, I heard Haris kissed you the other day, eh?

Sophie: NO!

My sister: What? He kissed you? Is he your boyfriend??!!

Sophie: NO!!! He's not my boyfriend. He's my best friend.

My sister: WHAT? YOU HAVE A BOY BEST FRIEND? Okay. Never mind. Can you have a boyfriend, or not?

Sophie: No, ummie!

My sister: How old can you have a boyfriend?

Sophie: Counts her fingers. 5!

Kids say the darnest things, eh? She got her first kiss at 4. How cute.

On a happier note, I am hyperventilating. Why is that happy? Because I say so.

SKREM PRODUCTIONS, LET'S GO!!!

I have yet to blog about the newest addition to my already large family. People, meet Daniel!

I felt all the blood rush up to my face. Or head.

I couldn't feel my legs.

I felt like shooting myself in the head.

I didn't know where to put my face.

Especially after screaming 'Ajo! Bukak tingkap! Ader bunge api!!!' when the person in the living room was not my brother.

God save me.

I found really horrifying pictures of Fahmi, the chinese looking boy in Fityan Ghufran who is now Mr Cool aka Nicholas from RI. Perasaan, period.



He wasn't just short. But he looked a bit underage to join Fityan. He was probably 12 then, cause I was 14, slim, pretty and probably the hottest girl in school (yeah right). And oh, I miss my Casio watch. I need to get it fixed.

Fahmi, if you're reading this, I hope you'll realise you one of the abang-abang now.

Anyways, I watched Wanted with Sarah and Hakimbo last week and it was tremendously violent, horrific, gory, sadistic - BUT I LOVE IT! Especially when you fall in love with the next Toby Mcguire.

I know Aidilfitri is still a long way to go, I haven't even paid back the days I didn't fast but I'm already inspired by this beautiful advertisement. It made me teary eyed, reminiscing over the memories I can only cling on to.

We went to all the places where I once spent my time with you. I want to go back there with you.

"My father said I can only be either a mommy's boy, or a daddy's boy. But not both. And I wanted to be a daddy's boy."

How I wish I can write like Yasmin Ahmad. Endless flows of ideas streaming through my head and my fingers being too eager to start writing scripts.

I'm having a writer's block, or so I presume.

8 Minutes just had their press conference yesterday, and by the looks of it, I have to edit my story. If not, change to a new story altogether. Resilience is certainly not on my side, this time round.

It's 23 days to the launch and start of the competition. Competition is intense this year, even my mom said so. I think she wants to act again. If she does, she's going to end up at Suria by the end of the year. Ho hum. Meanwhile, I'm still cracking my head for an inspiration.

Resilient. Community. Care.

All I can think of now is Temasek Secondary School, my alma mater.

My mom saw my revision schedule. She smiled.

Mom: So have you made up your mind?

Me: About what?

Mom: What you want to be, where you want to go after A levels?

Me: (Pause for a while) I'm going with the flow for now.

There's so many things I want to do. Too many. I'm just confused thinking about it. So let's not think about it.