Sure, I had good times too. All those mass dances, random half-days, hysterical screaming at school competitions, and even remedials haha. But in my mind, those were really a shallow kind of happiness? Like even though I was having fun, I remembered feeling quite empty inside. I guess VJ gave me the impression that everything and everyone was really a facade, as compared to what I experienced in Dunman High. Haha oh man I sound really bitter.
I think I really grew up quite a bit in VJ. And, if not for my time in VJ, there wouldn't be a WWF today. So really, the friends I made were the best thing that happened during those 2 years :)
Oh, the Malaysian director Yasmin Ahmad just passed away last night. What an immense loss to the creative world. She was the director behind the family ads in Singapore (eg. the one about the girl being raised by a single father), and a few movies about inter-racial relationships including my favourite "Sepet", about this Malay girl who falls in love with a Chinese boy.
If the children don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
We're just a million little gods causing rainstorms
Turning every good thing to rust