From my room in Hougang.

We're almost half way through the semester, and for the first time since I came to Lasalle, I finally feel like I'm really in film school, drowning in an avalanche of assignments. It's both exciting and scary at the same time, my adrenalin often halted with unnecessary distractions, yet nothing that cannot be continued with a deep puff of nicotine and a flask of home-made chin chow drink. I feel blessed to be where I am now, with no regrets to where it has all led me to, and where it eventually will bring me to.

Sometimes these train of thoughts and emotions are difficult to contain and be translated into bodies of work. My mind seems to work in the most warp of ways. I have a problems with words.
And I don't know how to end. I always end up not knowing where the exit is.