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.

I had my Mr Sepet. Can I have a Mr Mukhsin now?

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.

We care.
We also care.
We still care.
I heck care.

Well, I think I can make it for the Worst Jokes to be put On Screen Award.