six months and counting.

I'm so bloody tired!

Honestly, I wish I could just screw everything and sleep until noon tomorrow. Unfortunately however, being the classic procrastinator that I've always been, I have a monstrous amount of work to be done for Lindberg's class... but I'm glad I managed to finish editing my last directing exercise - which was, sad to say, all over the place last night. Leo and Eirik really helped put things into perspective and as much as I'm more or less satisfied with it, I'm sure as hell Lindberg is going to loathe my one minuter and go, "unsuccessful.."

Le sigh.

The copies of KLue and junk that he sent me finally arrived in the mail today! As happy as I was about them, my little bubble of joy was burst with my roommate telling me that her boyfriend was coming over to spend the weekend again. Honestly if I had a whole room to myself I wouldn't mind it at all - it's just really ("awww-kward!" as Steve would say it) waking up with a strange man within the vicinity of my personal space (often, since coming to the big apple has been intruded ever so mercilessly by drunkards, the homeless, broke European backpackers and God-loving Christian preachers) But I guess it is a big compromise - my crew mates coming over every Saturday and Sunday evening to load in the camera equipment back at my place (but on the basis of educational purposes, I should argue, which would always outweigh all selfish, personal whim and fancy!)

Le sigh (again).
On a lighter note, we turn six months today. he is electric, indeed.

the big orange of an apple

Honestly this entry has been long overdue. I just haven't exactly had the time to sit on my ass and actually write something, what more with only being able to leech on, unfortunately, to someone's unprotected wireless internet connection.

It has been a mind-boggling, over-exhausting three weeks of settling in, and getting myself orientated. In some ways or the other, I have been very, very fortunate. I live within the blanket permit area of NYU (Washington Square Village, wedged amidst SoHo, Chinatown and Greenwich Village, and it also means i get to shoot anywhere i please without having to go to the mayor's office for a permit). It's a 10 minute walk to school, 15 minutes away from St. Mark's (THE street in East Village) and just basically right smack in Manhattan where anything and everything is accessible. My studio apartment is massive, and apart from having to share it with someone i have just met two weeks ago, everything else is bearable. For now, at least.

I used to have these notions of how hard it would be to not have any Malaysian friends around - but surprisingly, Americans are easy people to get along with. Sure, I may not be able to participate in their lengthy discussions about the green, blue or yellow lines (subways) or go completely clueless when they mention 'Duane Reade' (it's a pharmacy chain, very much like Watsons and Guardian) they're generally very nice despite how very ignorant I may appear to be. And I remember how torn apart I was, trying to choose between staying with the job I very much loved back home and coming to film school... and when I finally got here, everyone else was pretty much on the same boat. And in some weird, unthinkable way, it was almost... comforting.

I still wake up in the mornings wondering where the hell I am, though. My heart aches for him and other loved ones back home. I miss him terribly, and I miss Gondry even more so.

But holding back, everything seems... ok.