I am Your Sunshine

I’m not able to write a piece for movie in 2008 because I lost track of them (an impressive piece for 2007) and I’m not too enthusiastic about writing one for TV in 2008. I’ve done a partial music piece for ModernRock and again, I don’t have a record of the books I read in the past year.

2008 flies by in a speed so fast that I lost grasp of many things which are not even registered in the memory. It’s a year of frustration – continuing pressure and growing sense of futility from work, the wait for GC approval which seemed to take forever, JT’s penalty kick, Oakland Athletics, self-doubt and procrastination, procrastination, procrastination. It’s also a year of joy – GC approval, two trips back to Taiwan, enjoying a hell of a good time with w, making a life changing decision which instantly alleviated my depression. But I was too happy in general (despite hating work every single day. There, I said it.) to write. The amount of articles I wrote in 2007 is less than a half of my usual production. The fact agitated me. My writing defines me and without it, I can’t find my place. For a person who has a extreme sense of superiority and inferiority at the same time, writing stuffs that occasionally delight me gives me a great sense of security. Moreover, the decreasing number of articles is an evidence of my lack of brain activity (not literally, yet literally). This is also a year I drifted further and further away from God.

So in short, my 2008 was a unconscious flow of a stereotypical middle class life most of us bought into – going to work, relax (in wine, movie, music, occasional sight seeing, theatre, fine dining), and work, relax, and work. I’m so glad I’m out of it.

to 2007 and from