I read about this lady investment banker. Sheās my inspiration now.
This is such a far cry from 12 years ago, when I wanted to be a famous film director. Lifeās funny.
A friend from film school is opening a cafe next month. Strangely enough, I didnāt envy her for fulfilling one of my childhood dreams. I donāt feel any envy at all.
I used to envy her and her clique who seemed to have it easy with the demands of film school. Why was it that they blossomed and flourished but i crashed and burned into the ground?
Back then, they seemed to have it easy while I struggled with expressing myself and showcasing my life and creating ANYTHING. Every assignment was a painful reminder of my shitty childhood and ALL of my demons. I would be so envious whenever they could show a personal, poignant story on film.
I guess the difference was that I had A LOT of growing up to do, and A LOT of issues to face and overcome. I accept that film school was just one pit stop in my journey to growing up and finding myself.
Still, Iām itching to do a Tales of Woo - Singapore Edition...
My childhood dream of opening a cafe was a childhood fantasy actually.
The truth is I just wanted a place where I can find peace, away from my family situation. Where I didnāt have to be so strong all the time. Where I could be loved. I was handling a suicidal-depressed family member and was coping the best as I could as a kid.
I wanted an escape. Thatās all I actually want. But to my kid mind, that desire came out as a cafe, as being a writer, a director. Movies gave me peace and enjoyment and escape when I was watching them. So heck, make movies, why not?
Except that the logistics of making a movie just frustrates me. Thereās so many details to manage, so many people and egos and so little time and money to do it!
But hey, thatās just me.
All Iām saying is, itās not the kind of environment that I thrived in. I wanted instant gratification back then. I didnāt want to work very hard, but i wanted the glory.
My desire for escape, to actually BECOME a different person led me to film school. Not the wisest choice at the time and I let the experience screw me up pretty bad - but hey, I was curious and didnāt want to listen to my motherās advice so I went.
I allowed the experience to screw me up because I DIDNāT KNOW ANY BETTER. I wanted it to be this pinnacle of my life experience but no, it turned out to be total shit for me (of which I take full responsibility. I was a self-absorbed little shit back then). I didnāt take to the things I was learning, except for art and film history and photography studies - all written subjects. I wanted to pigeonhole myself as a director in order to give myself some semblance of an identity, but i just couldnāt. I joined film school to find out who I was, the point of my life, why was I suffering so much. What was my place in this world? I sought my identity from the external world, but i know how that itās a futile quest. Itās like trying to Google for an answer on the Web when the answer is in a book on your bookshelf at home.
So I failed. I failed TERRIBLY. It seemed like my dream to being a film director - which in my mind was going to be the ultimateĀ panacea to the pain in my life - failed in the most epic way.
In hindsight, what I wanted was to NOT BE IGNORED. I wanted my voice to be heard. I wanted my voice to matter. Possibly because at that time i didnāt think that my voice mattered. I didnāt trust myself. I betrayed myself so many times that I didnāt know who I was anymore.
Now of course, a decade later things are different. Iāve mistakenly continued to find my identity externally from my job, but now Iāve accumulated so many experiences and did all these crazy things that Iām starting to get a feel for who I am. And all those blanks in between, who cares?
I donāt have to be super clear about who I am. Thatās the whole magic and mystery of life. Cos pinning myself down to one identity is limiting myself. Itās evolution that excites me and makes me feel alive.
Well, one thing I DO regret is alienating myself from them back then. I was ashamed of what i was going through and I just pushed them away. I grew a wall around myself to protect myself from pain, and itās only slowly coming down after a decade. And I know, in the light with what was in my mind and in my heart back then I was being burnt from both ends. I was not myself. I couldnāt be that cheerful kid who loved her jpop idols and was trusting and chatty with friends. I just wanted to be done with school so I can grow up, work and get the fuck of the house. I did my best in the those circumstances.
I wish them all well, and hopefully weāll be able to reconnect in the future.
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Now, as an adult, i DONāT want to run an actual cafe and serve actual customers and clean up and do retail hours behind a counter. The logistics of it just doesnāt suit the kind of free-flowing lifestyle (writing & travelling) that I want. Heck, I could patronise her cafe but running one - no way. I donāt want to be tied down to a location. But Iām happy for her, it seems like she could take care of this business plus raise her kid at the same time (I imagine her kid growing up IN the cafe :)
I guess as a kid all I had were my fantasies and I cherished them abit too much. Without a proper support system, my dreams WERE my support system and to me they were ārealā and comforting from the harshness of my own life.
When my dreams didnāt come true, I felt anguish, like my own dreams had betrayed and forsaken me.
I didnāt know it at the time, but that was only the beginning of a long road to self-discovery back then:)